The planet Venus is but a small black dot as it crosses in front of the Sun in June 2012. This transit is an important reminder to me of our place in the universe.
On this morning—our first snow on the way—I’m unsure about some things and more certain than ever about others.
I’m unsure how strongly to politicize this blog, so let me simply write about what is important to me and show it with photographs. And, honestly, I’ve argued my conscience with nearly every politician nearly all the time since I was 13 years old so publicly stating my views is nothing new.
I am more certain than ever what is important to me and these photographs illustrate some of those.
My Aunt Cai, mom and my Aunt Mote—three women who influenced me profoundly in life.
Liz and Lily sketching under an old White Pine. They seem to always know what is important!
Two of my sisters-in-law, Kath and Alice, some of the bravest, most devoted people I’ve ever known.
Music, often inspiring and an easy way to connect people.
Art, like this stunning portrait made by my friend Rob for a project we worked on together.
My youngest niece, cousin Donna and my father-in-law, Bupie, family one and all enjoying each other and a laugh.
An old man I met in the Republic of Georgia. We did not speak the same language but we communicated clearly.
Fernando Funes Monzote, a young moving force in growing organic food in Cuba, and a warm, amazing human being.
Late afternoon light in the Grand Canyon, long before we arrived and, no doubt, long after…
The Grand Canyon, just one of countless places on the Planet needing our protection forever.
I love trees because they can live longer than I will—transgenerational!
I wonder who dug the hole and planted this Gingko in Montpelier 140+ years ago.
Planting trees can changes lives.
Kent’s Corners is a place where history is alive and the connections between now and the past obvious.
Robinson Sawmill, preserved because remembering the past is important.
Who can imagine…
…this world without these creatures…
large and small?
Created by Maya Lin, the Civil Rights Memorial at the Southern Poverty Law Center in Montgomery, Alabama, is more important than ever before to remind us of those who died along the way in the struggles for justice and freedom.
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I enjoy your ruminations. When you mentioned trees i immediately thought of this https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Man_Who_Planted_Trees_(film)
Yes, a wonderful book.
You are so right John. We, as a society and members of the human race have forgotten what is really important.
Thanks, David, some days it is all too easy to remember—rush, rush, rush—and then I see a person or a leaf or a glint of sunshine. For me, slowing down is vital to remembering to be in the moment. Not sure about others but all I can do is share what works for me. Thanks for visiting.
J SNELL YOU HAVE A GOOD SOUL SINCE I KNEW OVER THE YEARS AND U STILL LLOVE TO GET UR HANDS DIRTY AFTER ALL OF THESE YEARS, HAPPY T-DAY TO U AND YOURS UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN, HOMBRE…
This is perfect. And says it all in a kind, visual, non partisan way. I have several Trump supporters in my life. Perhaps I will ask them to read this and listen to their response. Thank you!