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Patience learned in the Backyard:


-Ralph Waldo Emerson-



The forest makes a claim among men’s hearts:


It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

-Robert Louis Stevenson-

Creatures of the Yard:

Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.
-Henry David Thoreau-


Life Does Not Suck!:



The Back Yard:

A pattern of lace, the ferns grow at the edge of the tree line.

A pattern of lace, the ferns grow at the edge of the tree line.

Just reading in the back yard…

It is towards the end of the first graph, but I’m uncertain if you can call anything that meanders past three inches a graph?

“My suggestion to newspapers everywhere is to give the public a reason to read them again.” stated the editor.

Thank you Graydon Carter, Editor of Vanity Fair in “Editors Letter” for speaking the obvious in the July 2009 edition of the magazine.

Many of us in the newspaper business for maybe way too long have been singing the praises of magazine quality work both in words and photographs but in an industry where publishers and editors are afraid to buck the trend and put quality first and hope readers and more importantly advertisers will come…we have dug our own grave.

Was that  video you introduced this past month?

Now, if that sounds a bit bitter, looking deep into the dark depths of my soul…it is.

This past Friday I stumbled past a thirty-year personal best which I never really gave much thought to until Saturday.

I have been unemployed for two months and a day.  That is one day longer than I have ever been out of a newsroom.

Technology has made it much easier these days to both reject and face rejection.
Rusty with work of the past.

Rusty with work of the past.

Back in the day (old folks use that a lot) you had to mail a bulky portfolio laden with photographs or story clips.

I collected the rejections for a period of time, one of my favorites from an editor in Spokane, Washington.  “You would be better off as a milkman rather than a photographer.” he noted.

I always enjoyed the honesty in such a reply.

Where the deer hide and the turkeys wait for the rain to stop.

Where the deer hide and the turkeys wait for the rain to stop.