A collection of photography and exploration focusing on Upstate South Carolina and beyond.
Leon was an unassuming little lamb. He trusted his minders, for they led him to clear water and tasty grasses for nourishment. When that one evening came with all the commotion, he was just as afraid as everyone else – bright lights and singing in the middle of the night were not the norm. His … Read More “The Story of Leon” »
Right. Still no power. My litany is starting to lose its effectiveness at keeping me sane.
Now is the solstice of the year, winter is the glad song that you hear. Seven maids move in seven time. Have the lads up ready in a line. Ring out these bells. Ring out, ring solstice bells. Ring solstice bells. Join together beneath the mistletoe. by the holy oak whereon it grows. Seven druids … Read More “Happy Solstice” »
The Hunter knew that he was luckier than most. The lower level of his dwelling had some heating from a natural gas stream that fed a small flame. There was some hot water, but still, it was not enough to prepare food or maintain warmth necessary for to soothe his sick mate or her elderly … Read More “Fuel” »
Today we had the first ice storm of the season. Autumn had been unusually warm, and most of the trees still had leaves that had not fallen. That proved to be disasterous. The frozen wet leaves were more than some trees could handle, and we lost many more limbs than usual. One of our favorite … Read More “The price of missing autumn” »
Lectionary Reading for the Day: The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want. And with the morning’s sermon still fresh on my mind, I went out to tackle the latests crop of leaves before the rain makes them heavier and unmanageable this evening. Laura and I both hit them with duelling leaf blowers. There is not … Read More “A Shepherd of Leaves” »
This shows how little I know about the consumption of Tequila. Apparently tomato chasers are standard after doing shots of Tequila, the most common being a drink called Sangrita. Never mind that our variation used Pisco and a Russian pickled tomatoes, the effect was still outstanding.
Well, it seems that the fireball wasn’t a figment of my imagination. The Taurids apparently put on quite a show all over the place. Here’s the scoop from NASA… November 3, 2005: "I thought some wise guy was shining a spotlight at me," says Josh Bowers of New Germany, Pennsylvania. "Then I realized what it … Read More “Fireballs for Real” »
Now I remember why jack-o-lanterns have triangle eyes and jagged mouths. Straight lines are easier to carve into the thick, thick pumpkin skin.
Over the weekend I told a Homecoming friend that I was now at Fourth Presbyterian as choir director. He chided me about the name of the church. His comment was that after a “First” church of whatever denomination is established, then subsequent churches ought to have another name and not follow the numeric pattern.