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Oh Holy One

In the snow, lights dance and shine In the glow, colors are clear and fine Snow falls down to cover Every shape makes wonder Anything in the way is wrapped In dreams from clouds were angels napped Sleepy eyes make form from time White crystals a restful rhyme Footprints in the snow Prophets pattern in the cover No one knows these feet from Thine Why they came and why they brother Born to lift the light on high Like a diamond in the sky From heaven they fall Now they gather On holy ground The Child is matter. Merry Christmas

My grand daughter's birthday with funny friends

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Amazing Grace

There are only so many logical conclusions a person or a people can draw upon. Knowledge alone does not extend the possibilities, and we permutate to escape the obvious, Truth. When truth is evident then comes the obligation to create icons and laws that generations will hopefully uphold. In this idea religion, and culture are born. Sin became a necessity to test the hypothesis of man - to prove him both fool and victor, the explorer and valiant hero, who over the ages over and over again saves himself and his people. A mind run rampant can't know truth, only approximations there of. Occasional the light is seen, the eyes widen and a stab at the rational becomes momentary release from abandonment. This is the definition of mankind who has forgotten the rules laid down by countless ancient generations, who were set free from their own vanity, only to be reunited with self bondage and despair. Heroes, kings, presidents and popes are no less fallible When you live in the age of de

The Carousel Of Dreams

A child, a tiny thing in blond banana curls and cut-off genes walks with her dad, or rather dad walks with his vivacious daughter. He is still wearing his fatigues and is a bit weary but a promise is never forgotten when your daughter asks… The carnival was one of those rent-a-rides put up by the local church to gather money for things like the leaky roof on a steeple that had seen better days and for food that would feed the many in a parish that was just as poor as its' parishioners. The brightest, loudest, fun thing in the parking lot was the carousel. Parked among the hawkers of fish bowls and stuffeded animals it twirled and howled a calliope of show tunes only those from the past would remember, but everyone still enjoyed the lively sounds. A tug or two on a pants leg sent father and child into the thick crowd of the curious. The event had invited many in this small town to do something different, or do something at all. It was just another reason to gather and chat with

Ok, shoot me.

I have been taking pictures since I was twelve years old. My first camera was a 35mm Kodak 3c. We go way back together. It had a flip out lens with bellows. Depth of field was easy to adjust with this camera while maintaining good exposures – something today’s digital point and shot cameras overlook. If your camera has a manual setting you can blur the background while keeping the foreground in focus, just keep the lens wide open and adjust shutter speed to the correct exposure. The three preceding pictures are what I call strong images, because they may evoke strong emotions. This is the type of shot I look for. This is my eye’s personality. Usually such shots are deceptive. The drink in hand at thirty thousand feet is a coke, the bowl sitting on top of a wooden table is almost every kind of texture one can a capture in a single shot, otherwise it has no particular purpose, and the angel is really a manikin’s reflection in a storefront window. They all tell a story, are not the c
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My Angel 
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No one knows 
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O Solo Mio 

MS - Just The begining

MS is not perfect, it gets attacked because it is the volksys - the people's operating system, a complex compilation of code that makes it easy for the every day person who doesn't want to do nothing more than print, work, play, or peruse the net. Of course this doesn't come about without a few paradigm shifts, like why aren't documents, email, music and pictures all the same stuff? One day we'll walk in any room like the movie "Alien" and voice the command, "Mother - what's for dinner, show me pictures of my grandchildren, read my email and play some Procol Harem." Not in our lifetime of course, but as we become more dependent on machines we become more like them and just as isolated and taken for granted. Eventually a culture will evolve with the machine as a distant infrastructure while we live our lives beyond the necessity of day to day personal maintenance. We will indeed have a perpetual mother that watches over us and provides the ne

Software Review

The quintessential music player is beyond definition because it’s more than a typical music player. Look for complete control over music files and their attributes, from play lists, to tags and editing to conversions and streams. In fact it will record streams to a hard disk for play back while not Internet connected. Only the beta version will accomplish all of the above. While this media player is absolutely free without nag screens look for the day when it will be a product fully functional and bug free as another Internet commodity, as it should be. Nobody does anything for nothing, unless they just be doing nothing and expecting just as much in return.

What it is

Wisdom comes with age, which means a person commits a sufficient number of errors and knows better. Of course the choice remains to live life foolishly and enjoy, or recede into ones own earned wisdom to become the quintessential bore. Thus blog was born and I like so many others share wisdom and folly for all the world to see and hopefully enjoy.

Page 1 its been fun

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Then I grew up, I mean really up and occasionaly down. The title of this blog is not a joke. 
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The rebel I was as a youth. 

Begining - a blog is born

Wow, now I can stop harrasing sibs and a single friend and publish that urge to write about almost anything while saying almost nothing. A blogging we will go...