This is the second installment about turning inward with my life’s ambitions as suggested by a comment from a recent post. The first post in this series was about wrapping my mind around the concept of inward ambition. This post … Continue reading Ambitions Turned Inward – Part 2

This is one of my favorite pictures looking out the front window at the homestead (stylized of course 🙃). The silo in the background was never used as a silo, but it did function as a place to store junk … Continue reading One Of My Favorites

My recent post about ambition got numerous views and several helpful comments. Thanks for that. Perhaps the most valuable was from my friend Bob Lowry about turning my ambition inward. Bob and I have been friends for more than a … Continue reading Ambitions Turned Inward – Part 1

Faith should not be a static thing in today’s world, especially since there are so many who are using their version of God to try to shut off your mind to other possibilities. Many very intelligent people have come to … Continue reading Faith Should Not Be A Static Thing

I can’t count the number of times I had walked the halls of this place. It was the hospital that my wife had innumerable surgeries while lived in our rural homestead. It has been replaced by a much larger super … Continue reading Walking The Halls…

(click the pic to see a larger view) For this “A Picture Is A Poem Without Words” I give you the mighty warrior. I’m not exactly sure what museum it was located, but I’m pretty sure it was in St. … Continue reading Mighty Warrior

(click to open a larger version) For the last 36 years, I have spent at least 2 – 3 days every year visiting northern Lake Michigan around the Green Bay Area. That’s paper country, for those of you who don’t … Continue reading Lake Michigan

I saw this package on the reception desk in my retirement community recently, and it reminded me that snail mail art probably won’t exist too much longer. Continue reading Snail Mail Art

The expected life span of men born in the U.S. is 76.4 years I knew this day would come, or at least I hoped it would. I am now 76.4 years old, so at least I have lived at as … Continue reading Living On Borrowed Time…

— Horace I have tried numerous attempts to bring up photo/art posts here on RJsCorner. Most of those attempts have not proved as successful as I would like. So, here we go again. I think this one has a fair … Continue reading A Picture Is A Poem Without Words