Stitched pano from Loghill Mesa looking down on the town of Ridgway. Larger view is here.

1952    circumstantial evidence points to birth.

1959    discovers, intellectually, that there is evil in the world.

    discovers,

Here are a few of my favorite photos from 2011. There are many more than these, but the ones shown here have a little more meaning for me, though I like a lot of the others too. (I took more than 8,000 photos in 2011—there are going to be

Preface

This is a repost collected via the way-back machine in a nearly hidden digital archaeological strata from the beta days of Open Salon. It was my fifth post, put up in May of 2008, but it's really a Christmas story of sorts which is why I'm

After triangulating the backyard cicada locations and then taking the morning dirtbath ablutions, it’s time for the first afternoon nap under the living room AC vent.

A progression:

Oh wait, sneeze coming...

larger view

Self portrait, of sorts. Larger view here.

Part II of Time—Around and Around

This conclusion of a two-part post on some considerations about the nature of time has evolved into some tangential thoughts. 

Like Water for Time

I sat on the banks of the Chama

Popper Update: Or, how best to wear a fur coat in the Dallas summer.

It's been a bazillion degrees lately in Dallas. Oh, I know, don't bother telling me it's hotter and/or more humid where you live. I'm not there, I'm here, we can commiserate together

YCMTSU

I had promised a continuation in my last post Time—Around and Around—another in a series of mine on the nature of time. However, I need to be back at my desk to continue some research to complete that story. I'm delving into the history of

Get up early, greet the sun and get on the road 

I've often written* on the nature of time and our relationship with it. While it remains true that we all are shoved along, so to speak, I've read that astronauts fudge the continuum by

Hey! Who's at the door?!

A knock on the door interrupted some busywork at my desk. I was paying bills, clearing my desk of once necessary detritus after all the Memorial Day family reunion duties. I found a couple of Netflix envelopes, but only one DVD. I

Ontological art in slow decomposition

We all fight time, the conqueror. Though we strive for stasis, at least when things seem perfect, inexorable linearity prevails. Eventually we lose the illusory battle to halt what seems unnatural and unfair, no second can be reclaimed except wha

This is long—lots of images. There is an interesting coda at the end of the page. You're welcome to skip to that if you wish.

Also, I'm just back from my road trip mentioned in my last post make beauty. I traveled again to help a friend in

Tokyo Tower as seen from the Mori Tower at Roppongi Hills. Larger version is here. Original pre-tilt shift image is here. Such was the power of the recent earthquake on March 11 that it bent the tip of the Tokyo Tower. The Tower has stood as a symbol

Note: The title on the blog, of course, is Happy Saint Patrick's Day in Irish.

And in honor of Saint Patrick's Day this is a reprise, a reposting from long ago on Open Salon. In fact, this post was the 7,662th on the site, from

Cow part, barb wire abstract larger view here.

If Republican Florida State Senator from Tampa Jim Norman has his way, the above image would be a felony. Some more ifs: If I lived in Florida and if Senate Bill 1246 becomes law as written, then I've committed

Great Blue Heron Ardea herodias. Larger view here.

A short narrative and a continuation of thoughts On Photography

A cold front blew in this past weekend. It's not uncommon to get freezing weather in March in north Texas, but we're closer to the inevitable descent to Hades

Inspired by Fusun's lovely post on OSman, I wanted to share as well. I've put up a couple of posts on Popper, our Craigslist adopted rescue cat. She was timid and scared when she first arrived, as is often the case. She found an unsecured vent and

Infinity

Preface

This is not a primer. Although it may seem so, I'm not really telling you how you should do things. Rather, what follows are reflections on how I sometimes make a photograph. A few things might translate to your experience, others will not. I think