why DID I fold all those bulletins?

I would get up at 7 on a Sunday morning "religiously." Pastor Klatt counted on it. I imagined the boys did too. Sometimes the bulletins were fresh off the mimeograph machine. Other times I had seen him run the mimeograph the day before as I played at their house. I'd already had breakfast. I'd sit in the living room. An hour or so before Sunday School I would begin to fold. Every crease had to be right.

I wouldn't change it for the world. I just wanted my work to count for something...

It's all about power...

i have respect for the driver than harnesses an engine

i have respect for the person that harnesses their temper

i have respect for those who humbly use their power for good

what did it feel like?

what did it feel like? how heavy was the gladius? was it a rainy day? what number was he? where was his family? was he afraid?

To stand in the place of a gladiator...

To put on the whole armor

and when we have done all we can do

to still stand.

a late night at the track

midget a noun diminutive, dwarf-like, petite

race a noun rivalry, competition or quest


all that was said was, "Boy, are YOU in for a treat!"


panning in photography requires a shutter speed fast enough to stop the action, an aperture opening fast enough to grasp it clearly and the near to be close enough to the action to use them

the almighty "A"

Somehow we changed, should we allow a child to believe their best can not be improved and that good enough is what everyone should achieve?
Should a surgeon strive to be average? Shouldn't he be the best? If his skills as a doctor are equal to mine, I'm better off on my own than on the operating table. What sets us apart in a race is being faster not all finishing together. There is a time for teamwork and a time for individual excellence to surpass others.
Self-esteem is not destroyed by coming in second, but by failing to continue to be first. If we allow standards to block expectations we will be pathetically content with "good enough."
A student's "a" lasts only until the next lesson.

a distorted viewpoint

Plodding along an old road, things can appear quite strange. Residents don't notice even the subtle changes. But for the passerway, the traveler, each unfamiliar sight becomes unique. Photo opportunities appear from the everyday occurances.

Today, I noticed an unfamiliar street. But I went about my business and continued on my way.

yeah, i skipped a day...

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out some days are shorter than others...

sunrises are worth waiting for...

sunsets are where we stand, frozen in time, lamenting the passing day

why wait for the sunset, let it take you off guard, capture your senses

at a crossroad...

I walked this path many times before. Today it seemed brighter. Trees seemed trimmed. The path well worn. I noticed a bench to rest. I never rested before. Never needed to.

Maybe...

It seems the path has a different view for many reasons. Others walk it too. Some more briskly than others.

Rest is what I need.

focus...

So, you saw the tiger lily right away. It's color and clarity caught your eye. What about the tank? Did you miss that?

interesting how we see with a fleeting glance and move on...

one hundred and eighty daze

I teach. It's what I do. Students fill up my classroom bringing gifts for me to open. They give of themselves hoping to receive an education.
Students leave each day with a sigh of relief. From each of us. It's what we do. We teach each other.

-you see, I listen

Venetia...

Silently caressing each island. Would we have the patience to embrace your beauty? Hardly, we scamper by. Soon you will be gone and we will mourn. We should walk slowly and listen.