I am a racist. Racism is deeply embedded in the white psyche. I have been a privileged white male for nearly seventy years. But I know better.
It was a single-ship mission, ferrying an Army photographer around the Ft. Richardson, Alaska operations area. A week later there appeared in flight operations an envelope from the photographer with pictures he had taken, unbeknownst to us, of each crew member.
The last frame on the roll of sixteen is a photograph of a solitary tulip in front of our house. It seemed an appropriate post for today, not so much for the direct symbolism as for the questions it raises.
View on Instagram https://instagr.am/p/B_vMhkPBk_J/ Hiking the yellow ski trail at #durandeastmanpark. A beautiful day. The golfers agree.
Broke out the #Holga120PC for World Pinhole Photography Day #wppd #wppd2020 It had been raining steadily all day so I opted for an inside shot.
As others have noted, we celebrate Easter this year much more as did Jesus’ original followers — in the midst of our fear, pain and doubt. Things didn’t feel very joyous that first Easter morning, nor do they now.
Rejoice with me. I just did twenty-four hours between 5mg oxycodone doses. That is the lowest level of meds I have been on in a year and a half. My body is not happy with me, but it did it. The back and foot are doing well; at this point it’s the oxycodone that’s keeping me […]
These are my words from the memorial service for my father, Lansing E. Tryon, on December 5, 2013. They were among the most difficult words I have ever had to speak or write. But they are good for me to remember, because even here is to be found the gospel if only we have the ears to hear.
House of Werth, Book 2 I read it in one sitting, which is to say that Charlotte has once again kept me up far too late, or early, as the case may be. It is wickedly wyrde. Highly recommended. But don’t start with this one, read Wyrde and Wayward first or you will be thoroughly […]
First published 1941. Williams himself states by way of introduction, These pages must stand for what they are—a brief account of the history in Christian times of that perverted way of the soul which we call magic, or (on a lower level) witchcraft, and with the reaction against it.