The Life in My Years

An anthology of life

This week Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is All about buildings: Old buildings, Barns, Sheds, Houses. I like photographing old things; old buildings, old boats, old bridges. Seems like almost everyone with a camera likes to photograph old barns, especially if there are rusty old tools and implements in the scene. Add an old horse and …

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The past few months have been a slog, a deep depression.   A little gloomy at first and worsening as the days, weeks and months progressed. August arrived in cheerless desolation.   It’s been a descent with no rise in sight. Of course the prime suspect would be COVID-19 but it hasn’t been so much the virus …

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Are we operating on the two nonsensical theories that the coronavirus respects borders or that people won’t get into their cars to go get services not available in their communities? 

Dog and pony show – An elaborate act of bullshit, generally used to distract attention away from the sheer uselessness of the actual project or act. ~ The Urban Dictionary It was a widely ballyhooed event last Friday, the first briefing by the White House Coronavirus Task Force in nearly two months.  At the outset of …

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Consider this my RSVP.   I won’t be attending the celebration.   That shouldn’t come as a big surprise to those who know me, particularly my wife.   To say that I’ve never been a big party person is a gross understatement.   When I was still working, many were the times when I would stay at my desk …

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For days following the killing of George Floyd, the city of Oakland was in flames, if not literally then figuratively. Peaceful protests turned into confrontation which turned into violence leaving the city littered with tear gas canisters, rubber bullets and broken glass. As calm returned and peaceful protest prevailed, the city took a moment, a …

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From the slave trade to the evils of the men we’ve put on pedestals to the Civil War, the Ku Klux Klan, Jim Crow, Rodney King and on to George Floyd how can we possibly say with a national straight face that “We are better than this?”  No we are not better than this.  This is who we are.

Mid-May is past and we’re plunging right into the heart of summer, that time when a schoolboy’s thoughts, in this case grandson Jackson, turns to summer vacation. He hasn’t seen the inside of a classroom in a little over two months but he’s still looking forward to the end of the Zoom Meetings; 45 minutes …

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