Straight and Narrow
The cemetery path was bordered on the left by a fence with questionable durability. Strong brick pillars connected by an aging woven stick fence made me wonder just what was being kept inside … or attempting to keep out.
Beyond the mysterious fence was a solid brick wall showing signs of its age. Attempting to stand straight, still proud to be of service, it was listing noticeably; before long it will collapse in a heap upon the path. The right side of the path was bordered by tombstones, many of which were listing in the same manner as the brick wall.
Long shadows of the tombstones were reminders to stay on the “straight and narrow” path of life.
Thought for the Day: Curiosity keeps leading us down new paths. Walt Disney
Sylvan Lake – South Dakota
I have an old friend who now lives in South Dakota; we met the other day after a long span of texts, e-mails and an occasional phone call. Like an old sweater with thread-bare elbows, our relationship was showing signs of wear and tear … but still comfortable. It was great to catch up, and it didn’t take long to reach maximum cruising speed of casual conversation.
Nothing beats an old friend.
Thought for the Day: It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them. Ralph Waldo Emerson
One-Man Polka Band
Uggh! Winter is here already, temperature in the teens and snow on the ground.
While cooped up in the house for three days, I searched my archived files for reminders of warmer days. I found this shot taken at the Elkhorn Days Parade in early June. This man is a local celebrity, playing in beer fests, Czech weddings and other events. When he’s not singing, he can play the accordion, play the harmonica with his mouth and cymbals with his feet, all at the same time.
Oom Pah, Oom Pah, Oom Pah Pah! I feel better already.
Thought for the Day: It is not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters. Epictetus, 135 AD
Belle Meade Lady
The tour guide looked the part of a wealthy lady in the 1850’s as she led us through the Belle Meade mansion (click here) near Nashville, TN. The authenticity of her “costume” was outdone only by her seemingly first hand knowledge of the original owners.
Her speech was flawless, not the least bit lazy. She pronounced the ending of each word, like “workinG”, not “workin”. She refused to contract words, like “going to” into the modern abomination, “gonna” or “want to” into “wanna”. She spoke not to put on airs, but in a way of showing proper respect for the language.
It was refreshing.
Thought for the Day: Speak clearly if you speak at all. Oliver Wendell Holmes
Lifting Fog on the Lake
It was a bright crisp morning in early November.
As I crested the hill overlooking the lake I felt like I was floating on top of the world. I was peaking out of the clouds surrounding me and clear skies above; all I could see below were tree tops poking out of a dense fog. Descending to the lake road, I was in a thick cloud with limited visibility, but came out of the cloud near the bottom of the hill. It was clear at ground level; the fog leaving wispy kisses on the top of fence posts as it ascended.
The fog was almost gone by the time I reached the lake.
Thought for the Day: Derive happiness in oneself from a good days work, from illuminating the fog around us. Henri Matisse