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I'll add photos of the many people who shared their world
with me this month.
Six inches fell on Friday, Dec. 5. I played hookey from work and spent hours
exploring Naaman's Creek to the northeast and Perkin's Run to the southwest.
Acres and acres all to myself.
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Breck's Mill Race
Reflections on the surface of moving water are fascinating, especially water
in transition from smooth to turbulent.
This is a small drawing, four by five inches, drawn absently
while watching TV. It was scanned and colored in Photoshop to
produce the image you see here. I rarely
draw, but this little piece seems full of promise, either as the first of other
drawings or the start of a mathematical study of images created by simple rules.
Three rules in this case are that lines end in half circles and must curve
slightly and overlap.
Photo of Bobie
My faithful companion of over eighteen years died this month of starvation. She
had simply stopped eating. We were sitting nearby addressing Christmas cards
when she jerked. There were several more jerks and gasps for breath, during which
we showered her with affection, gratitude, and tears as we comforted her as best
we could and thanked God for her presence in our lives. Then she was stiff and
glassy eyed. I cannot look at this photo without experiencing a seesaw of grief
and joy. I must have hundreds of photos of her, having had her since she was
weaned. What a patient cat. How fortunate I have been to be able to care for
this small creature with all her endearing and exasperating habits.
at Retirement Communities
I went along to photograph one group of carolers from Westminster
Presbyterian Church as several groups took Christmas cheer out across the
city and suburbs. Many people were delighted to hear us, coming out of their
rooms or singing from their wheelchairs. Those were the best moments. Then, two
days later, carolers showed up at our door here in Arden, where I was home-bound
with a cold.
The Landlord Game
This week I got a call from the PBS television show called “History
Detectives.” They are tracking down the history of the Monopoly
game, which began as the Landlord Game, a game invented by a Quaker who wanted
to teach Henry George's principles of the Single Tax on land. It was Single-Tax
idealists who founded Arden,
our utopian village. What I did last week was photograph a 93-year-old neighbor’s
game board, a board hand-made by her father-in-law in 1906. That’s the
board seen here. You can learn more about the Georgists on the Arden
Once a week in cold weather, my wife makes a big ol' pot of soup and friends
bring bread, wine, dessert, and more. Of necessity, we cannot invite all our
neighbors, so the number attending has never been more than thirty-one. These
meals are so enjoyable, many of us hate to see warm weather return or the weekly
ritual interrupted by holidays like Thanksgiving or Christmas. Who would think
people would prefer each other's company to television or the Internet? Hey!
Do an Internet search now for good soup recipes, buy a large table and extra
chairs, buy a bunch of bowls and soup spoons at garage sales and thrift stores,
and then invite your neighbors over. Who knows—some might show up! Click
here to see an essay on false appetites and true, inspired by a
conversation last winter at a soup night.
Next month's photos.
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