About Dreaming…

TL Banner  I know the image of an old person is generally not linked to a dreamer but that is just what I am. Many think old people are just supposed to “sit back and watch”, their dream days are behind them. To that I say poppycock…. 🙂

Dreaming is a lifelong process that never ends. My earliest dreams were to try to touch the sky. For some reason I have always been attracted to looking up. Even as a very young boy in the early 1950s  I could be found lying in the grass on a summer night looking up at the stars and dreaming about them and what the future might hold for me. Read more

My Visual World…

Being deaf my world is primarily visual. So one of my most endearing hobbies is photography. I got my first 35mm camera right out of college. It, besides my 1970 Mustang,  was my first extravagant purchase.  I  have upgraded cameras many times since then and now have a fully digital GPS enabled one sitting beside me on all of my micro-RV trips and even around the homestead.

Most of the posts here at RJsCorner are primarily words  but I do intertwine them with occasional pictures such as in my search of America.  I think it is about time to put more focused solitary pictures here that tune in to pure beauty.  And that is what I intend to do here and hopefully weekly in the future. It will be categorized as 5Star Pictures as that is how they are labeled in my Adobe Lightroom 6 libraries. Oftentimes beauty is beautiful in its own sake but sometimes it is equally about the story surrounding it.

I want to start out this series by going back to 1944. No, I didn’t take the picture as it would be another two years before I was even born. But it is one of those pictures that I truly love for its innocence and for the person photographed.

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This beautiful little girl would become my wife in a mere forty-two years from the time it was taken. To me there is something enchanting about that face. Beauty personified, but maybe I am prejudiced .

 

A Steinbeck Image…

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This picture is of my wife years before we were married. I don’t know the time or place but I love this picture.  It has a raw Steinbeck type quality that pulls me in.  Her clothes, the lamp and such add to the mystic.

It’s A Deussy

I want to go back and visit the Deusenberg Museum  in Auburn Indiana once again with this post. There is so much beauty in that place it is almost overwhelming to a car guy like me.

(as usual click on any picture to see a larger slideshow)

Foggy Morning….

 

THis picture was taken a few weeks ago off my front porch. It is looking into the foggy woods with the rising sun.  The picture doesn’t really capture the true sense of the moment but it does give you an idea of  its majesty.

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder…

This is the official kickoff of a new category for me so I thought I would delve into the origin of the title. Here is what I found:

Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder This saying first appeared in the 3rd century BC in Greek. It didn’t appear in its current form in print until the 19th century, but in the meantime there were various written forms that expressed much the same thought.

Shakespeare expressed a similar sentiment in Love’s Labours Lost, 1588: Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise: Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, Not utter’d by base sale of chapmen’s tongues

Benjamin Franklin, in Poor Richard’s Almanack, 1741, wrote: Beauty, like supreme dominion Is but supported by opinion David Hume’s Essays, Moral and Political, 1742, include: “Beauty in things exists merely in the mind which contemplates them.” The person who is widely credited with coining the saying in its current form is Margaret Wolfe Hungerford (née Hamilton), who wrote many books, often under the pseudonym of ‘The Duchess’. In Molly Bawn, 1878, there’s the line “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”, which is the earliest citation of it that I can find in print.

I intend to use the category as one of my “right brain” activities. As mentioned before I am on a pilgrimage to try and be a more creative person in my final years. Part of that is looking at things from a different perspective.  Instead of just looking at life and things from my usual analytical point of view I want to see look for the beauty within ordinary things.  This is a stretch for me.

Let me explain the banner above. The “slice of life” picture for you who have not already seen is of the Mona Lisa and her distinctive smile. The lower saying is mine and it conveys that sometimes I will be making my form of beauty where it might not already exist.

Okay, this will the the only post in this category that is so “wordy”. I promise that from here on out I will leave the interpretations for you to discover yourself.