Pardon my grammar, maybe. And pardon me if I might offend any or all of you with this bit that I have not yet written.
I am a story teller, officially a historian by training now…but back in the day I was more than the photographer I had finally become twenty years after deciding at fifteen that I would join the Army to be in 1972. I have…Continue
I cannot tell a raven from a crow, or either from a rook. I love birds, especially the ones that come to the feeder. Each spring the robins make bad nesting choices...and those black birds wait patiently for the eggs to hatch and then snatch the baby robins for a snack. I admire the tenacity of those birds, and how they work together to hunt and defend their young from even bigger birds...hawks and falcons. I hate it when I see them honing in on a robins nest,…Continue
Can I pick up where I left off? I do not believe so...No, I know It is impossible to get back to where I was when we were transitioning from OS to OS...or I was. I had been fairly regular on Open Salon for years. I decided to reinvent myself here in Our Salon...to escape the day job that had rolled itself or actually had risen out of both my posts and grad school ...a lot of reading and…Continue