Category: timely

You may notice that my photography leans towards outdoors settings. The gardens and woods around the condo. I don’t have to travel far for that, something I appreciate. My love of nature contrasts with my lifelong work in tech. Nature renews itself each year in seasons of dormancy and growth. Tech expands in capitalist cycles…

We stayed at Abe Martin Lodge in Brown County State Park for a few days back then. They burned this fire on the grounds of the lodge one night while we were there. I think fire is a great subject for photography. Light captured by a tool made to capture light.

Sometimes it is best to be patient. Be careful out there.

Outdoor temperatures are dropping. Winter is a month away but folks who go somewhere south for the season have already hit the road. We stay put. She had the kids help her with putting out winter decorations in the yard yesterday. I heard that more than two inches of snow was on the ground northeast…

The weekend after Thanksgiving. We hosted the family Thanksgiving dinner as she has for each of the eleven years that we have been here at the condo. There were twenty-six of us here this year. It comes and goes in a blur to me actually. So much to do to get ready for and then…

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The lights are synchronized to recordings of the Indianapolis Symphony Orchestra playing popular holiday music. Lights race up and down the yard. Globes and trees shine on and off. Colors change. All in beat to the music. It’s a wonderful thing to see and hear. Looking at just one picture you might not know about…

Winterlights display at Newfields last night. We have children who amaze us with their thoughtfulness and generosity. They took us to see the sights and sounds of this magical display. It was cold with a slight mist, almost snow, perfect weather for walking the garden of lights. So nice. On the way home we drove…

Brand new monarch. Maybe thirty minutes after emerging from its chrysalis. It moves its wings slowly, letting them grow and stretch in the sunlight. They’ll get nicked and cut as she goes about life, but they’re perfect now. A new life. A month prior there was a different life. One that crawled along the milkweed…

Lines and shapes and repeating patterns of three. If it were summer, we’d see nothing but the trees. I like it this way, on a still winter’s day. I can imagine curling smoke from a screened fireplace rising through the chimneys. No need to go anywhere. We’ll wait till spring. Stay well.

Took the Senator to have lunch at the Napa in Dublin with his book club crew yesterday. 380-mile round trip from his apartment at Traditions. All praise and glory we had perfect weather for the drive. He’d asked me a couple of months ago if I’d be willing to drive him out there and even…

I’m enchanted with the delicate lightness of the milkweed seeds as the breeze pulls them out of their pods each day under the warm sunlight of mid-November days. I’m setting my camera to fully automatic, letting the Fujifilm manage exposure details while I manage subject composition using its tilting LCD screen. I love how the…

She planted a butterfly garden early on when we moved to the condo. Every year since as spring greets summer the garden comes alive with color and activity. Monarchs, Swallowtails, Mourning Cloaks, hummingbirds, bees, bugs and crawlers of all kinds visit and make their lives on the plants and flowers there. We’ve watched the life…

My final picture of this rig. I had sold it and was waiting for it to be picked up by a driver who would deliver it to its new owner. I wanted daylight to show all around the engine to give the bike a look of airiness and perhaps lightness. I was young when I…

We’re at Topsail Island where the clouds are part of the horizon that morning. As the sun came up it painted the edges of the clouds with light. A bird flew through the scene I was looking at. Waves broke on the shore. I sipped my coffee.

In a way I miss those trips back and forth to Ohio. Seeing the country change over the course of weeks, months, years. Blue was a reliable and comfortable travel partner. Didn’t ask much of me and fairly economical as it went about its business.

At some time while in the Las Vegas, Nevada high school, 1941, 1942 and 1943 a story about a father who started to write his children but then was killed by a natural disaster stuck in my mind. I dropped out of high school in the summer of 1944 and enlisted in the navy. I…

I purchased a portable typewriter and said to myself, “Casey, you better get started writing.” A daughter was born in 1959, another son in 1963, a mid-life career change in 1964 and another daughter in 1969 got in the way of writing. In February 1977 nineteen years after having purchased the typewriter I went to…

In January 1980 I had begun my 54th year of life. Our seven children were ages 30, 28, 26, 24, 21, 17 and 11. I got out the portable typewriter and made a determination to get some writing done at least once per week. I knew I was fortunate to have lived into my 54th…

Twelve children came from homes in the North Moapa valley and ten Piaute Indian children came from the reservation. The school had two rooms for these twenty-nine students; one room for the first, second and third grade and the other for the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth grade. The Piaute children spent whatever number…

She’s on my lap this morning. Lap of love for her. Brown dog.

Her most successful litter. Three live with us at the condo. One lives in the neighborhood south of us. One was killed by a bird attack. Mom no longer comes around. She was living with a house north of us and we would see her sometimes.

These ones are gone now. They lived here for two years but moved out sometime between spring and summer this year. I saw where one of the cats had killed one of them. The cats moved in a year ago and the reds moved out. I like them both. The reds and the cats. I…

Red leaves against a blurred background. Purple words on a gray background. Hello cowgirl in the sand. Is this place at your command.

Looking south from the steps of Indianapolis Public Library, the American Legion Mall occupies two city blocks surrounded by American Legion headquarter buildings and offices. The park was built in 1931 to pay tribute to Hoosiers who died in war. It also remembers the nation’s first casualty of World War I, James Bethal Gresham of…