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The end of an era approaches in Daydreaming on the Porch
The construction workers, have started repairs on the house ahead of its sale later this Spring. With the market the way it is, I’m told it could go in under 48 hours, with a bidding war to boot...
‘I Really Don’t Want To Know’ in Daydreaming on the Porch
Sitting here in a rather melancholy mood on a very cool, gray day listening to Boots Randolph play “I Really Don’t Want to Know.” Yes, so appropriate. I really don’t want to know anything rig...
There’s a difference between living in the past and reflecting often on memories from that same past. This is what people (I’m especially thinking of one of my siblings) often view my life in th...
But as the Russian bombs began to fall on Ukrainian cities and troops moved to surround the capital, the President underwent a transformation. Before our eyes he came to embody a struggle that mo...
Rejoice: It’s azalea time! in Daydreaming on the Porch
This is the exact time of year I long for during Winter, even though our winters are mild. The woods are bare and lifeless, and gardens are shriveled stalks and husks. But earlier this week, on ...
What’s an ‘ordinary’ day? in Daydreaming on the Porch
Recently someone asked what an “ordinary day” is like for me. I’m not sure why this inquiry came, but I tried to answer in the simplest way I knew how — by bring quite literal and matter of fac...
Walking through history in Daydreaming on the Porch
Now that Spring has peeked out of its winter hiding places to give us many signs of the new season to come, I have availed myself of the near perfect weather of late to take long walks in our ci...
If you grew up in the Sixties, you’ll remember this… in Daydreaming on the Porch
Being an inveterate YouTube user, their algorithms have gotten pretty good at selecting videos they know I’d like. It’s downright uncanny at times. Particularly so when they produce nostalgia ...
The art of John Ford Clymer: Imagining a more innocent time in Daydreaming on the Porch
I always loved to visit and take road trips to central Washington State years ago when I lived near Seattle. Driving over the Cascade Mountains, one enters a drier, more austere landscape, but on...
Winter Beach Study Reveals What We Often Don’t See in Daydreaming on the Porch
The camera is a sketchbook, an instrument of intuition and spontaneity. Henri Cartier Bresson A couple of days ago I visited the familiar and dear-to-my heart beach on the Atlantic 10 miles fro...
Slip, slip sliding away? in Daydreaming on the Porch
Longing to be elsewhere, our minds settle, we’re not enough, or we can’t do enough, it’s all so empty. The problem with this kind of thinking: When the awaited event does occur, happiness may not...
Sunset photo sequence captures infinite sky colors and mood in Daydreaming on the Porch
I often photographs sunsets in my surroundings because I am blessed to have easy access to three parks that offer abundant views across open water and sky and provide perfect vantage points to ph...
Our camellias survived the freeze in Daydreaming on the Porch
I was afraid our recent freeze would zap the gorgeous camellias that have bloomed in such abundance in all our city parks and gardens, but not so. A few days ago I went back to Hampton Park and ...
What is “The Truth?” in Daydreaming on the Porch
I’ve been pondering this interesting statement from a video by an Indian yogi, Shri M. He said, “Very few people actually want to seek out the truth for themselves.” And this, “Very few people...
“Moon River,” a hauntingly beautiful song from the Sixties in Daydreaming on the Porch
In this day and age of seemingly hopeless cynicism; more and more appalling crime news; the continuing despoilment of our environment; and crowds, noise, dejection, and loneliness in our huge, im...
Down Memory Lane with silly hit songs from the 50s and 60s in Daydreaming on the Porch
This is one of those entries where I take myself back in a time machine to the years 1958-1963. That was a momentous time in my young life, as it was during this period in 1961 that my family mo...
It’s been two years almost to the day since my mother departed this life, relieved at last of the mind-robbing illness of dementia. As I reflect on those last weeks she was with us in December ...
What do old family snapshots really reveal? in Daydreaming on the Porch
Moving has meant weeks and months of de-cluttering and emptying closets full of every kind of object and bits and pieces of the past, stuffed in untidy and perilous heaps such that for years I co...
Pies are the best in Daydreaming on the Porch
In these dark times of bad news and fears for the future of democracy and humanity, it’s time once again to dwell on something that makes me happy. And it’s a very simple thing that I’m sure b...
The Internet versus “real life”? in Daydreaming on the Porch
I often think about all the reading, learning, entertainment, and social awakening the Internet has brought me, this past year particularly with the pandemic, but every other year, too. The Inter...
Peace and turmoil in Daydreaming on the Porch
It was a gorgeous winter day at the nature preserve yesterday. One of those days when the sun sparkles, the air is crisp and cold, and the colors of the trees and woods are a mixture of fall and ...
A sofa, a bed, chairs, and bookcases in Daydreaming on the Porch
The day finally arrived yesterday for moving furniture to my tiny new apartment. It all went well. The movers were great. I forgot how strong people can be after doing that heavy lifting for a...
This afternoon I’m sitting on the porch looking out over the garden that before long I’ll see no more. The move to smaller place is coming up fast. I’ve stalled as long as I can. I have a smal...
Coca-Cola: memories of good times in a more innocent age in Daydreaming on the Porch
I have recently re-discovered the joys of Coke — Coca-Cola, that is. What is it about this perfectly carbonated, sugery or diet drink, that elicits so many profound memories and associations? F...
This past Tuesday, just a few days after Christmas, I ventured out to Magnolia Gardens to escape the noise and commotion from the pressure washing of our house. It would do me good, as I’ve had ...
