Thursday, November 29, 2007


A beautiful story...



The country can be a peaceful place to visit...but the urban offers great excitement.

Thursday, November 22, 2007
















A DAY OF THANKS...
Thanksgiving is such a busy time but apparently, a stressful time for people who have difficulties with family or those who find themselves lonely.



As one eats with one's loved ones, my hope is that people can accept in a spirit of gratitude. But there are times when people carry things that are difficult to face, when people suffer and struggle and the burden is made acute by the holidays. Does one pray for them or ignore them?


Happy Thanksgiving. So much for which to be grateful...

Sunday, November 11, 2007



The glories of the fall are the flowers one can find available. These bright orange marigolds have offered comfort.



















The weekend can be a quiet time of rest and relaxation. It can also be a time to take walks...

Friday, November 02, 2007




Travelled to Pigeon Point Lighthouse, Pescadero.


Corbin's biopic, Control, based on the life of Ian Curtis, lead singer for Joy Division, is a difficult film but a powerful one for people who enjoyed the music of a band that would eventually become New Order. Riley who plays Curtis offers a fine performance. When in concernt, his pinwheel-marching gestures, flinging about to a pulsating beat, draws a viewer's attention. He is not boring to watch in the least but painful in his desire to maintain a struggling family life while simultaneously pursuing a pretty Belgian woman, Annik, who waits for him patiently. Fans already know the ending and the road there is a tough one.

Thursday, November 01, 2007


"Please God I need this job..."
from A Chorus Line
Sometimes, our relationships can crowd us. Other times, we find ourselves in good company. How does one strike a balance? Is solitude important? If so, how?
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"Quoth the raven, nevermore..." Edgar Allen Poe

The day after Halloween one feels a bit hung over even though it has been a quiet evening of sitting with friends, eating pizza, and watching thrillers. I viewed Shyamalan's The Village, once again, which remains for me, a film of certain evocative power. At one level, it is a novel story about a small community, at another level, it is a love story. The pizza was acceptable but the company was even better.