The Anatomy of Shame

I didn’t see it coming. As I pulled into the parking lot, my only thought was to stay clear of the car coming out, so I cut the corner sharper than I’m accustomed to. And then there was this high-pitched screeching sound that could only be metal screaming against another…

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Existential

On the morning of my 69th birthday, I understood the essence of existentialism. I thought back to the day I turned 22, alone in a strange country. Up to that point, I had always had people around me who loved me and cared that it was my birthday. But now…

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Renewal II

The urge to change continued to nag at me (see my last post). I realized that my website, which consists mainly of my blog, does not reflect how I spend most of my time these days. I am, first and foremost, a nature photographer. But I use a different website…

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Renewal

I’m not the same person I was a year ago. Nor is my garden the same place it was a year ago. Some plants have died out, others have taken their place. The frogs in my pond come and go, everything gets caught up in the restless cycle of regeneration…

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The Tao of Photography

Anyone active on Facebook or Instagram can’t help but notice the predominance of garishly colored, over-saturated photographs of nature, especially landscapes. In the community of photographers I belong to, I’ve been involved in some lively discussions on when photo enhancing crosses the line into photo manipulation, and when over-manipulated photographs…

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Things fall apart

My first thought, at hearing of the 18th school shooting in the United States since the beginning of 2018 was to sigh, Oh no, not again! But an eloquent and powerful piece of spoken poetry by IN-Q brought me to tears and past the political skirmishes, desperate to understand what…

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Hope

It’s a gray, dreary day; rain has been pouring down incessantly since early this morning. The kind of day one can get all too caught up in the likelihood of global warfare, the destruction of the Earth’s resilience, and the amount of oppression and bigotry in the world. As well…

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Small joys

One of my Christmas presents was a book: The Little Book of Ikigai, by Ken Mogi. The term ikigai refers to a Japanese concept of attaining one’s purpose in life. Within the first few pages, I was flooded with recognition. So much of this concept voices thoughts I’ve been trying…

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The Search for Meaning

Falling and breaking my shoulder is probably the clumsiest thing I have ever done. I’ve tripped and fallen before, but landing in such a way that I knocked the head of the humerus totally off the shaft seems absolutely ridiculous. How could I have been so stupid? That’s the inner…

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A ten

The nurses wheel her bed onto the ward. My first thought is that she must have come up from surgery. But she hadn’t been here before. She greets me cheerfully: a round Creole face, casually pinned up graying hair, a gold ring in her nostril, gold earrings, and gold rings…

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