Archive - Jan 27, 2006

Windbreaks

Whenever I imagined having a telephoto lens, I thought about how I would use it to make sense of the windbreaks in the Red River Valley. Today was my first chance. The results were mixed. I was frustrated by how restricted the view through the telephoto was, but that is inevitable.


January Color

As a kid, I remember squinting at the Christmas tree so it blurred and looked even more ethereal. This evening over at Mom and Dad's, I was sitting on the couch aiming the telephoto out onto their deck where there still are three potted spruce trees lit with Christmas lights. The telephoto did the squinting for me.


About time

A writer with the courage of his convictions at Christianity Today magazine argues in this article that torture should never be permitted. I have been waiting for somebody of his ilk to care. This article is dead on, especially its first point about the dignity of every human. Nobody is "human debris," I don't care what they think or do.

Purge

Finally, after swearing for months before, during and after two moves that I was going to sort through all my things and fill a dumpster with junk, I did just that today. What a relief. However, the garbage man doesn't come until next Wednesday, so there is still a chance that some of that stuff will pop out of the dumpster and find its way back into my garage.

Oak



These scrubby oak adorn the cemetery where my grandparents are buried. Oak at sunset seem to cast a darker silhouette than other trees. Their mood is appropriate for cemeteries.