Author: Paul Casey

As we travel from summer to fall. When we travel around our earth we see different peoples and places. Like us, but different. When our earth travels around the sun, it sees different seasons. Like one another, but different.

On the way home from the beach.

Only the hardy few in bloom this sunday. For decades now everyone has been saying the climate will be getting more mild and here we are with fair weather at the start of November.

The tree is multitudes

The west woods in sunlight

A walk across the frozen lake A winter’s day in Colorado. More specifically in Rocky Mountain National Park. I lived thirty miles from RMNP and for as long as I can remember, as soon as I was able to drive and have my own car, at 16, I would go up to the park as…

Eastern sky before sunrise Maybe all we want is a life well lived. For each one that may mean something different. Been a little rough around here recently. Makes me wonder why. Feel like you want to cry. You know I try. See the love in their eye.

A moment in time of a culturally significant place. Photography does not have to tell a story. It does not need to be special. Is the image nice to look at? That’s enough.

Imagine the craftsmen that fitted each stone. The laborers that broke and pulled each stone from the mountain. Imagine making level a foundation upon a jagged floor. Placing each brick, every stone just so. Hand tools to shape the timbers from felled trees. Cutting each piece of glass to fit the many windowpanes. People who…

It all depends on the point of view, and who tells the story A Lion and a Man chanced to travel in company through the forest. They soon began to quarrel, for each of them boasted that he and his kind were far superior to the other both in strength and mind. Now they reached…

A kindness is never wasted A Dove saw an Ant fall into a brook. The Ant struggled in vain to reach the bank, and in pity, the Dove dropped a blade of straw close beside it. Clinging to the straw like a shipwrecked sailor to a broken spar, the Ant floated safely to shore. Soon…

A poor Woodman was cutting down a tree near the edge of a deep pool in the forest. It was late in the day and the Woodman was tired. He had been working since sunrise and his strokes were not so sure as they had been early that morning. Thus it happened that the axe…

A certain man fell ill, and, being in a very bad way, he made a vow that he would sacrifice a hundred oxen to the gods if they would grant him a return to health. Wishing to see how he would keep his vow, they caused him to recover in a short time. Now, he…

Do not be too hard to suit or you may have to be content with the worst or with nothing at all. A Heron was walking sedately along the bank of a stream, his eyes on the clear water, and his long neck and pointed bill ready to snap up a likely morsel for his…

1:00-1:45 p.m. My French Language Journey Presenter: Louis Michot, Krewe de Jeanne d’Arc King 2024 & Grammy-Award winning musician 2:00-2:30 p.m. The Virtues of Joan of Arc & Our World Today Presenter: Father David Ducote, St. Joan of Arc Church, LaPlace, Louisiana 2:45-3:15 p.m. Joan as a Spiritual Guide Presenter: Jaymie Wolfe, Author of Born…

A man who lived a long time ago believed that he could read the future in the stars. He called himself an Astrologer, and spent his time at night gazing at the sky. One evening he was walking along the open road outside the village. His eyes were fixed on the stars. He thought he…

I’m making art from her flower garden. We have had mild weather in a way that is to the garden’s liking. This results in plants that seem happy in how they produce bloom after bloom. The birds, bees and all manner of creatures seem to like it as much as I do. I like the…

And pictures of snow like it’s January. Was actually hot and humid yesterday. Not crazy hot like we read about in the news. No burning fires. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it hundreds of times, we are fortunate with the weather here in central Indiana. Most of our weather comes in from the…

At the Olympic Games, swimming events are held in a pool measuring 50 metres in length. The four strokes of Olympic swimming events—for both individual and relay races—are breaststroke, butterfly, backstroke and front crawl; the front crawl is predominantly used in freestyle races, and as such the term freestyle is often used as a synonym…

“It is a problem at which I have worked for the last seventeen years,” said Mr. Appin, “but only during the last eight or nine months have I been rewarded with glimmerings of success. Of course I have experimented with thousands of animals, but latterly only with cats, those wonderful creatures which have assimilated themselves…

If we could first know where we are, and whither we are tending, we could better judge what to do, and how to do it. We are now far into the fifth year since a policy was initiated with the avowed object and confident promise of putting an end to slavery agitation. Under the operation…

As she lay in her berth, staring at the shadows overhead, the rush of the wheels was in her brain, driving her deeper and deeper into circles of wakeful lucidity. The sleeping-car had sunk into its night-silence. Through the wet window-pane she watched the sudden lights, the long stretches of hurrying blackness. Now and then…

Rebecca waited with all the patience she could muster. She kept reassuring herself, telling herself that it was all natural, that the other woman could not help it, but she made up her mind that if Agnes did not return that afternoon she should be sent for. When it was four o’clock she started up…

AN Office Seeker whom the President had ordered out of Washington was watering the homeward highway with his tears. “Ah,” he said, “how disastrous is ambition! how unsatisfying its rewards! how terrible its disappointments! Behold yonder peasant tilling his field in peace and contentment! He rises with the lark, passes the day in wholesome toil,…

A Merchant, driving his Ass homeward from the seashore with a heavy load of salt, came to a river crossed by a shallow ford. They had crossed this river many times before without accident, but this time the Ass slipped and fell when halfway over. And when the Merchant at last got him to his…