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August 2018

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Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.” - Mother Teresa

These words of a Saint are words to live by for sure. They are echoed in the words of Our Lady to Mirjana on October 2 of 2017...
”My children, do not waste time thinking about the future, worrying. May your only concern be how to live well every moment according to my Son. And there it is – peace for you!” It’s hard to trust and not think about tomorrow but, from experience, I find you do miss the joy of the moment when you worry about things of which you have no control. The lines in the faces of Lange’s adult subjects reflect that for sure.

Dorothea Lange -”Mr. Roberts, FSA (Farm Security Administration) borrower. Owyhee project. Malheur County, Oregon October 1939”

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July 2018

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“So I stopped talking about it. There’s no need to talk, because the truth of what one says lies in what one does.” – Bernhard Schlink, The Reader

“The Reader”, is a gem of a movie I found at a yard sale. I remember seeing the trailer some years back, thinking at the time it would be good, but I never sought it out. In the movie, the main character, Michael, finds his whole world shattered when he learns of the horrifing actions during WWII of his first and only true love, Hanna. These events occurred long before they met but while sititng in a stuffy courtroom, Michael sees the opportunity to save her from a life in prison. By telling her intermost secret, he could save her from years of imprisonment but instead he chooses to be slient and stand on the side of justice. Durning the trial Michael accepted the painfull reality that Hanna saw no faught in her own actions but as difficult that was to accept, he never abonded her. In his own way he gives her hope and a reason for living even though in his heart he knows she doesn’t deserve it. He was able to hate the crime not the criminal. I find that most honerable and hope I am able to refelect his actions in my life.

Dorothea Lange -”Mother and baby of family on the road. Tulelake, Siskiyou County, California. General caption number 65 September 1939”

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June 2018

All of us have a path to follow and the path begins on earth.” - Richard Matheson, What Dreams May Come

“What Dreams May Come” is a thought provoking movie featuring Robbin Williams. Lured by the special effects in the trailer, I saw it in the theater. The basic premise of the movie was that heaven is as you perceive it to be. In Robin’s charactor’s case, he always thought heaven would be like one of his Wife’s paintings and after a fatal care accident, he opened his eyes to find himself amongst the flowers of the painting he so loved. I liked that concept and over all enjoyed the movie. I didn’t agree with a lot of other ideas the author expressed. God wasn’t to be found, even after 2 plus hours of watching, but I did like the idea put fourth that our path ONLY begins on earth. Implying that great things are to follow after we pass on. It was true in the movie and I believe will be true for all of us.

Dorothea Lange - “Girls of Lincoln Bench School study their reading lesson. Near Ontario, Malheur County, Oregon October 1939”


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May 2018

My 2018 Calendar is a tribute to Dorothea Lange. I mixed her photography and mine along with some of my favorite quotes.

“You will never truly realize God is all you need until He becomes all you have.” Mother Teresa

A Tsunami struck Japan back in 2011. The death toll was upwards of 15,000. I saw a photograph online of a young girl sittting on a cracked slab of concrete among the devistation there, crying to the depths of her soul. There was nothing left for miles but rubbish and I thought... if you don’t have God you have nothing. Saint Mother Teresa echos that in her quote. I am sure that the people fleeing their homes durning the Great Depression experienced this too. Most fled their homes with little or nothing but those, with faith in God, had all they needed.


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April 2018

My 2018 Calendar is a tribute to Dorothea Lange. I mixed her photography and mine along with some of my favorite quotes.

Dear Red. If you’re reading this, you’ve gotten out. And if you’ve come this far, maybe you’re willing to come a little further. You remember the name of the town, don’t you? I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels. I’ll keep an eye out for you and the chessboard ready. Remember, Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend. Andy.

This letter ends the movie, Shawshank Redemption as written by Stephen King. Andy and Red are x-prisioners about to embark on a new chapter in their life. In an earlier exchange Andy tried to tell Red that one should always have hope. “It is the one thing no one can touch”. but Red’s response was... “Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.”

As for myself, I agree with Andy. Hope is a good thing and when you give up hope you give up life. In the end Red agrees too... “I find I’m so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it’s the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.”

Dorothea Lange - “Migrant cotton picker’s child who lives in a tent in the government camp instead of along the highway or in a ditch bank. Shafter Camp for migrants, California November 1938”

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March 2018

My 2018 Calendar is a tribute to Dorothea Lange. I mixed her photography and mine along with some of my favorite quotes.

"Sing your song. Dance your dance. Tell your tale.” Frank McCourt

Frank McCourt did Sing his song, He danced his dance and told his tale by writing three autobiographies and touching countless lives as an educator . Our lives are just that..our song, our dance and our tale. This calendar is part of mine.

Dorothea Lange - “Eight year old daughter who helps about the tobacco barn and takes care of the baby. Granville County, North Carolina - July 1939”



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A Warm Day

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This City of the Dead

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Visitors Inspired
Inspired by the documentary, Visitors, I stumbled across on TubiTV, I woke at the ridiculous hour of 3 AM on Friday and headed south. I woke so early as to catch the morning light and beat the rains. The heat was unavoidable. I enjoyed the shoot, but decided I am about too old for this… at least the 3 AM part. I was lured to Visitors, by Philip Glass but return again and again for Godfrey Reggio's phenomenal black and white images some of which were photographed in south Louisiana. I could never capture the same beauty as is in the documentary and I encourage you to check out his work. Thanks to the annoying commercials I may have to seek out and purchase the DVD. But even the commercials are tolerable just to experience such a great work of art.

Enjoy.
More to follow… much more.

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Message

Materialism, Modernism and Egoism


Message, 25. January 2017
“Dear children! Today I am calling you to pray for peace: peace in human hearts, peace in the families and peace in the world. Satan is strong and wants to turn all of you against God, and to return you to everything that is human, and to destroy in the heart all feelings towards God and the things of God. You, little children, pray and fight against materialism, modernism and egoism, which the world offers to you. Little children, you decide for holiness and I, with my Son Jesus, intercede for you. Thank you for having responded to my call.”

I knew in my heart that Our Lady would be devastated with the events of this past weekend but as I read and re-read her message of yesterday, I know that She is speaking to all of us, especially me. It is easy to point fingers and think that Mary is only speaking to others but I am as guilty as the rest of…

ma·te·ri·al·ism - a tendency to consider material possessions and physical comfort as more important than spiritual values.

mod·ern·ism - a tendency in theology to accommodate traditional religious teaching to contemporary thought and especially to devalue supernatural elements.

ego·ism - the theory that one’s self is, or should be, the motivation and the goal of one’s own action. The belief that moral behavior should be directed toward one's self-interest only.

The truth hurts sometimes but as always Our Lady has the answer…"you decide for holiness and I, with my Son Jesus, intercede for you."
This message I will meditate and pray over for the weeks to come. I hope you will give it some thought as well.

Growing up I looked at some things in life as not obtainable… an expensive toy say or to live in a house on Georges Lane (a street where the rich of Alexandria lived). Looking back, it was other things as well. I wanted to go to Catholic school but I knew it wasn't an option so I never allowed myself to even dream about it. It is only now that I look back and realize that I did have a longing to go to Menard High School. Growing up, I think, I was better at putting materialism, modernism and egoism at bay. This is, of course, because of my parents. They made sure God, family and others was first. Yes, we weren't the richest family in town and some might say their actions were so us girls wouldn't look at what they weren't able to provide, a distraction say, but that wasn't it. They were simply living their Catholic faith and teaching us by their examples. By Mom and Dad putting our families Faith first and materialism second, I became who I am today. That was the greatest gift my parents every gave me… raising me Catholic.

But as Mary states, It is time, for me to re-examine my own values and not just talk and pray about the actions of others. Thank you Mary for the wake up call.

P.S. … Another wake up call… "You must take ownership of what you learned as a child". Words of Dana, Irish singer. I am listening to an interview she gave in 2012. Not a coincidence that I just heard that for sure. O boy… wow!

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Hello 2017

I woke to discover I had slept through the New Year's celebration. This isn't unusual. I don't remember the last time I was awake at midnight to welcome the new year. It was foggy and damp and I anticipated spiderwebs at the cemetery so I grabbed my camera and headed out. I wasn't disappointed. They weren't numerous but I enjoyed the shoot. The quiet stroll between the graves was only interrupted by the Cathedral bells calling the faithful to Mass. I used my macro lens to capture the images there.

I later began shooting from my living room windows. After putting a pot of vegetable soup to cook and paying my first of the month bills, I decided to shoot again. I used my telephoto lens this time and blurred the focus for the achieved effect. Alfred Hitchcock's nPsycho, part of the TCM's New Year's day marathon kept me company and I exit this post to Hitchock's, The Birds… another wonderful classic. Enjoy and best wishes in 2017.

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Among The Weeds

74, 100 Years Ago

This photograph was made in the Old Rapides Cemetery in Pineville on July 30th, 2016.

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This gentleman died 100 years ago. He was 74 years old. Who was he? Was he a father? Was he a farmer? Perhaps he was an elected official or a preacher. Was he Catholic, Baptist or did he not have a faith at all? Did he live in the area or was he passing thru on a boat floating down the Red River or was he on a train riding the rails through town when he left this world? Who erected this stone. Was it his wife or son? Did he pass after a long illness? Maybe he fell off a horse to his death or was run over by a Model-T. Maybe someone shot him in a bar room brawl on Main Street. Or did he simply just close his eyes while watching the sun set one evening and opened them to see the beauty and glory of heaven.

These are the things I think of when I walk through an old cemetery while reading words engraved on headstones. Sometimes I will see the words Mother and Father engraved in large letters but aside from that, I can't always tell a whole lot about a life that once walked on the same soil as I. It saddens me today that young people in our society label people not by their position in the family, their religion, occupation, military rank or origin but by appearance and sexuality. Young people use words like: gay, straight, bi, transgender, black, white or latino when ask to describe someone. How sad is that? Young people see a person's appearance not their contributions to society. The result… devision and hate.

God made us the race and sex we are for a reason.
God made us to know Him, to love Him and to serve Him.
God put us here for a reason.

Have you figured out why you are here or are you still hung up the fact that God made you as you are?
Time to wake up and work on the second part… the reason you are here. The end is near.

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Remains of the Day

One of my favorite photo spots is the Old Rapides Cemetery in Pineville, Louisiana. I was most dismayed to see how overgrown and neglected it was on my last visit. Despite that, I still took a few shots. My eyes were open at all times for snakes and other critters. Hopefully on my next visit the caretakers will have made a pass thru.

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