Memories are short

I respect your right and belief to “Black out Tuesday”. Use that time to commit to CHANGE. Have a plan for Wednesday. So far those that have come before you have not done well; their memories are short.

It was a blessing to have met Charles Moore and the Reverend CT Vivian around the same time. I feel blessed.

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The Sky is round:

“You have noticed that everything as Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round….. The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours….

Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.”

-Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator-

Fort McDowell, Arizona POW WOW 2014

Fort McDowell, Arizona POW WOW 2014

The musical thread:

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“Normally, things are viewed in these little segmented boxes. There’s classical, and then there’s jazz; romantic, and then there’s baroque. I find that very dissatisfying. I was trying to find the thread that connects one type of music – one type of musician – to another, and to follow that thread in some kind of natural, evolutionary way.”
-Jerry Lee Lewis-

 

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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Mission San Xavier del Bac: White Dove of the Desert

” I HAVE NEVER MADE BUT ONE PRAYER TO GOD, A VERY SHORT ONE:  O LORD MAKE MY ENEMIES RIDICULOUS, AND GOD GRANTED IT.”

-Voltaire-

 

 

PHOTOGRAPHY FOR A HUG:

THE CHAIR

In one way or another photography has been a very large part of my life or my career since the early 1970’s…yes I have been very fortunate.

I do however have a keen knowledge that the art of photography will pale and become dull at the point you make it your avenue of income.

I’ve worked with photographers who felt they were larger than the work they produced.  I’ve worked with photographers that just never understood what their work means to those they photograph.  I worked with photographers who really got it…and used the craft to help those in need and bring understanding to those around us.

The deepest emotion can come in the shape of a chair.

I’m happiest when I can produce work for hugs.

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In the Shadow of the City: Papago Park

A DESERT IS A PLACE WITHOUT EXPECTATION.

_Nadine Gordimer_

(click on thumbnail and I hope you enjoy)

NO PLACE FOR OLD MEN

Congress Pioneer Cemetery

No Place for Old Men:

The F-150 made the slight turn off Ghost Town Road leaving the comfort of gravel for the soft dirt.  Just off to the left a few hundred yards you can see the outline of the Congress Cemetery not to be confused with the Old Historic Congress Pioneer Cemetery which is found about a half mile around the bend; tucked tight to the hillside.

“Be prepared as there are several children’s graves.  They’re the toughest.” rang the words from the woman who ran the little antique store down the road on Hwy 89.

She was right, one where a toy cowboy pistol had been placed on the small one foot by two foot plot, the plastic handle now bone-white from the Arizona sun.

Almost noon the wind was soft and cool giving a visitor time to dream of life back in 1884 Congress after the first gold discovery.  The cemetery followed in 1887, a reminder of a tough way of life and early death.

It is said the mine produced just over eight million in gold into the mid-1930’s.  For the most part overshadowed by the gold strikes in California it was said that the mine was visited by Grover Cleveland, the US President of the time because of it’s consistent offering of wealth.

Another tiny wood marker beat by the weather; just tall splinters held vertical by dirt and rock.  The wind is warmer and the dust is kicking up as I close the metal gate.  I’m only reminded of the old saying that “God protects fools and children.”…I’m guessing surly miners too.