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How to leave a good comment

Once upon a time I posted on my https://pearwood.deviantArt.com account a note about how to leave a good comment.

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Trans lives matter

This just got a whole lot more personal as our 35 year old son announced on Father’s Day that he was now she.

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Memorial

I have come to that stage in my life where Father’s Day means visiting my parents’ gravesite.

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How terribly strange to be seventy

Simon & Garfunkel’s words have been echoing through my head. I don’t feel old, but I will readily agree that it feels strange to be seventy.
Back when I first heard the song in the 1960s I thought seventy was old. I’m not so sure of that now.

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I am a racist

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.

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Remembering

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.

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Journal Photography Welta Weltur

A Tulip for the Ascension

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.

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Hiking the yellow ski trail

View on Instagram https://instagr.am/p/B_vMhkPBk_J/ Hiking the yellow ski trail at #durandeastmanpark. A beautiful day. The golfersĀ agree.

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World Pinhole Photograph Day

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.

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Reflections for Easter Sunday

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.