BurningbirdHere it is, the week before Labor Day weekend and I only now find out that the Missouri Botanical Gardens have been open to 8pm every Wednesday between Memorial Day and Labor Day. At least last night I was able to go and attempt a little dusk photography–helped along by finding the part that attaches […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. In 1927, the rain kept falling in the Mississippi delta. Folks would look at the sky anxiously, hoping for a break, but none came. Those who lived near the Mississippi, well they knew he was a cantankerous old bastard and could turn on they any old time. They’d watch the […]
I am not a sentimental person. Oh, I think I had traces in that direction at one time, but I’ve lost them over time. Weblogging has helped, because I’ve seen sentimentality practiced as an artform in weblogging. The more I see of it, the more I turn away from it. It’s like eating cotton candy–a […]