I must admit, that on the eve of this long weekend I was worried. I stocked up on cans of tuna, (they were on sale for $ 0.89 a can) and bought, and packed my freezer, with the only fish (perch) that was on sale. Shrimp was already marked up...I am resolved to the fact that I will probably never eat shrimp again, unless it is served as part of a "all you can eat" buffet. Fat chance of that happening!
I had only recently filled up all my change jars. They had been depleted over the last few years from all the offerings I had made for the damnation of the souls of the members of the College of Cardinals of the Catholic Church (a story for another day). Now I've again pretty much emptied out all those Mason jars that weeks ago were brimming with change. I've lit a candle and offered a prayer in every Church I've passed. I've lost weight riding my bicycle from Church to Church. I'll be honest, almost every offering has been accompanied by a silent prayer. It usually requests that enough places be reserved (nearest the hottest coals ...and that novice devils be assigned to start planning now, for new, hideous punishments) for the souls of every BP (Summed up by two words 'beyond petroleum') executive who has received an average salary greater than $ 500,000 per year (averaged over the last five years). They're my quarters, my prayers, my knees pressed against the hard boards, so I get to set the bar. In my mind, anyone making that much money, had, in some manner shape or form, a hand in the recent disaster.
I have started a new change jar in anticipation of future candles being lit for the damnation of the government officials who seemed to have been in on the fix, or just appear to be dropping the ball or passing the buck. Since I won't be buying any more fish, my jars will fill up quickly.
My efforts may amount to naught. But if no one makes the effort... And, who's out there speaking for the fish, the seals, the birds? In 1986 Orson Scott Card published the book Speaker for the Dead, which dealt with the aftermath of the xenocided Bugger civilization. I'm pretty busy at the moment praying for the damnation of a heck of a lot of souls, so there is a pressing need for a "Speaker". No experience necessary, but must be willing to travel. Vegetarian pet owners preferred. And, of course:
Be prepared! that's the Speaker's marching song,
Be prepared! as through life you march along.
Be prepared to hold your liquor pretty well,
Don't write naughty words on walls if you can't spell.
Be prepared for the murkiest scam....Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared.
May I recommend for your enjoyment: I started reading Shakespeare on a midsummer's night eve
You may also enjoy reading: A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum
I am by no means ready to die! So, with that fact established, let's begin at the beginning: See links for all the Genesis posts to date: Genesis Through My Eyes
In my not too distant past, if I were to see a street person, a bum, sleeping in a door front or on a park bench, I would have kept my distance and perhaps shrugged my shoulders.: He had the "smarts" to ask someone where to go, I didn't
Fortune has allowed me to come full circle and return to my earlier interest in photography. I am at that age were some weight loss would be beneficial. I certainly don't believe all photographers need to starve, but my initial goals are realistic, if not humble. The industry has changed tremendously, but the possibilities are unlimited. I am grateful that my parents' gave me a generic name. It's allowed me to explore numerous paths unhindered.
"I continue to seek exquisite beauty in my images, exploring all techniques, old and new".
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