But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
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“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever... it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”
Pull Up A Chair
As has been alluded to in previous posts I begin my day downtown at the Hyperion coffee shop debating the pressing issues of the day with a diverse group of friends and acquaintances over a grande caffeine--black (all coffee tastes the same to me--bad) , and an occasional muffin. Thought it would be interesting to make a little space at the table so you can weigh in on some of the hot topics being discussed. Below is the Hyperion Poll covering an issue discussed during one of our morning, "debates." We are a very opininated bunch so if you lean to the "No Opinion" side of an issue you can take your mocha skim latte and croissant to another table. So lets have it...............
POLL CLOSED
Still working my (expletive deleted) off.
Still working my (expletive deleted) off.
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
Robert Frost
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
Robert Frost
What This is All About
As a newly hired insurance adjuster in 1981 my first camera was a Polaroid One-Step. In 2005, with some trepidation, I entered the digital age when I went south after hurricanes Katrina and Rita. In my travels I will sometimes stop and photograph little vignettes of life, and scenes that have stood out to me. To those to whom I owe my livelihood that are office bound, and to friends, acquaintances and passing strangers I offer another view of the road less traveled.
Your Intrepid Host
“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever... it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”
Host Bio
Fiftyish, though my wife of 30 years does ask --"When are you going to stop acting like a twelve year old (see photo)?" Father of three and grandfather of three. Armed with a degree in history from Mary Washington College I entered the insurance industry as an adjuster. Later I again put my history degree to good use and was elected, and re-elected, (won't be making that mistake again) to City Council (Who said a history degree isn't worth the paper it was printed on?). I stepped down from council to spend some family time with our youngest a year away from leaving the nest. Between leaving local politics and dropping our youngest off at James Madison University I had forgotten the whole, “Won’t be making that mistake again,” thing and was elected again to City Council in 2012. I’m still using my position on council to avoid chores around the house (with less success than before). And still traveling the highways and by-ways of the great Commonwealth of; pulling off on the side of the road every now and them to capture an interesting scene or two. When not working, or working to avoid work, I engage friends in the retired community at the local coffee hangout learning the finer points of lawn care, dietary issues, et., in preparation for my retirement and when I can't avoid the "honey-do" list any longer. Proud owner of ten shares of Harley Davidson stock, a life size cut-out of Humphrey Bogart, an autographed photo of “Banjo Boy” from the movie Deliverance, planning on getting a tattoo, and still on the search for a barber’s chair! (see wife's comment above).
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