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From a withered tree:

” MAY PEACE BE YOUR GIFT AT CHRISTMAS AND YOUR BLESSING ALL YEAR THROUGH!”

-Author Unknown-

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Seeing countless of live trees just laying piled in bins just made me a bit sad.

“From a withered tree, a flower blooms”

-Buddha-

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DESTINY: A PATH TO THE HOLIDAY SEASON

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With the Holiday’s just around the corner I just wanted to wish you all good health and a very Happy New Year.
Truly a time of reflection and reconnection with family and friends.

A former colleague and good friend reminded me of a a phrase I would toss out from time-to-time to staff just to get folks thinking in a new direction. I certainly don’t come by words easy and this was passed along to me in a pile of hand-outs at the Poynter Institute.
As I remember it noted the author as being “unknown”, sad that some of the most meaningful words and images are from those “unknown”.
Maybe that in itself is a lesson to be humble.
Over the years I have seen many versions but this seems to come close to what I most believe.

“WATCH YOUR THOUGHTS; THEY BECOME WORDS. WATCH YOUR WORDS; THEY BECOME ACTIONS. WATCH YOUR ACTIONS; THEY BECOME HABIT. WATCH YOUR HABITS; THEY BECOME CHARACTER. WATCH YOUR CHARACTER; IT BECOMES YOUR DESTINY.” -Lao Tzu-

Success: Do something that really makes you happy.
_Golden Dragon Fortune Cookie_

HAPPY HOLIDAY
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Another Christmas without Joe:

 SHREK THE HALLS

Twas the night before Christmas and I spent all the day finishing the Christmas display.

Now all this would be nothing tragic, so follow me and I’ll show you the magic.

Now out in the years in a glorious clutter is a spectacle there that will make your hear flutter.

With 20-foot cheese balls and big egg nog fountain, and a yodeling Elvis on an ambrosia mountain.

A state where acrobats jump, leap, and prance, and honor the day through interpretive dance.

-Donkey-

You know Christmas is around the corner in Hopewell when the leaves are gone; the wind and cold chips the paint a bit quicker and Joe places the closed sign in the window as he leaves for Florida.

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Never Too Late to Give: If you understand the importance of Photojournalism…think FOVEA.

I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.

-Charles Dickens-

During the holiday season think about charitable contributions in keeping art, music and photography alive in your community.  It’s important in raising the bar for humanity.

Fovea Exhibitions:


A Christmas Story:

A Christmas Story
Schwartz: Hey, smart-ass. I asked my old man about sticking your tongue to a flagpole in the winter, and he says that it’ll freeze right to the pole, just like I told ya.
Flick: Ah, baloney. What would your old man know about anything?
Are you kidding? Stick my tongue to that stupid pole? That’s dumb!
Schwartz: That’s ’cause you know it’ll stick!
Flick: You’re full of it!
Schwartz: Oh yeah?
Flick: Yeah!
Schwartz: Well I double-DOG-dare ya!

NOW it was serious. A double-dog-dare. What else was there but a “triple dare you”? And then, the coup de grace of all dares, the sinister triple-dog-dare.
Schwartz: I TRIPLE-dog-dare ya!
Schwartz created a slight breach of etiquette by skipping the triple dare and going right for the throat!

Apply tongue here!

Apply tongue here!

Although filmed in 1983 reflective of a small Indiana town, it might as well been twenty years earlier with my Nonie’s backyard as the backdrop. This is back in the day when you had wringer washers.
Yup, the type that you fed the clothes through two rollers after pulling them out of the large attached drum.
Yup, the type that you easily could get your arm stuck in while not paying attention. Just for historical accuracy they had a RED emergency release that was suppose to pop the rollers apart just in case you got your fingers a bit to close…from experience I can tell you that it was neither fool proof or fail-safe release and would take you in up to the shoulder!

No clothes dryer in the early days, just two metal six foot “T” poles with four wire lines strung between and a cloth bag with plenty of wood clothes pins found in the backyard.
Metal was the key word in this configuration and paired with the icy Klamath winters you had a winning combination to create that painful entry into manhood without the goading of a good friend. All it took was a weak brain that urged you to “apply tongue here”.