A picture I took the day before yesterday on a hike. This is about a mile from my house through the woods. Running off the wetlands, a stream of water runs under a foot bridge right before a walk up a huge hill. At the top of the hill you can look across the valley to the other hills, almost mountains. One spring red trilliums popped up along the rivulet. The rocks in the area are now covered with moss.
A riveting seasonal poem, depicted on a page from “The New Book of Days” by Eleanor Farjeon. The author uses words of color, and sensory language to personify “October” in the seasonal passing of time.
NOT LOST BUT GONE… Sometimes a poorly exposed photograph is worth the effort. In this case I was able to bring back the memory of three small children, in a small way. Here we have the grave of Little Mary Smith (1865), Little Fannie, and Little Someone Else. The inscriptions were hard to read, but with a bit of tweaking, I was amazed how the letters and words become clearer, until “Voilà!” You have a phrase. Plainfield, Connecticut August 26, 2016
Family Picnic for my dad, home on furlough from the WWII, before he was off to Europe. 1944, nine years before I was born. My mom is in the picture, but she and dad weren’t married until he returned from the war. If I could bring them all back I would. Might they be looking down on me and wondering, what I will do next? I’ll never know, and they will never be able to tell me if they think I’m doing the right thing or not. I only have to go by what they taught me and trust their judgement when they were alive. In this way they aren’t really gone at least in my heart and mind.
These photos depict images from the Normandy and Brittany American Cemeteries in France, on a visit in 2014. Given that June 6th is the Anniversary of D-Day the pictures fittingly commemorate this tragic event. The American soldiers that arrived to Omaha Beach on the Normandy Shore and climbed the cliff to the ridge were sacrificed by the enemy waiting for them in silence.
Like all wars, we wonder why this one, WWII was fought. Of what was the American public made aware? If you look closely at the picture entitled “The List” you will see a series of names of ‘Calvadosiens Deportes Victimes.’ Calvadosiens refers to the people on the list who came from the Department of Calvados, Normandy, who were deported under the Vichy government, a part of the French government that sympathized with the Nazis, and supported the extermination of Jews. The engraving at the top of the list depicts a train track leading to a building. This was symbolic of Auschwitz, and what these Calvadosiens saw once they arrived to their place of death – the concentration camp. The people on the list may have been Jewish, Catholic, leaders of the French Resistance, or even gypsies: groups that were customarily taken away. Click on the photos, and view them in the gallery.
An ultimatum never works. Everyone loses out. Discussion and negotiation are the only way to come to a resolution between two parties, and bring hope to both sides of the table. Silence is no way to build relationships.