A Kind of Writer…
Posted: September 3, 2017 Filed under: people, photography, writers, writing Leave a comment
Ernest Hemingway at “La Consula”, Bill Davis’ estate in Spain, circa 1959. Photograph by Mary Hemingway.
“I’m the kind of writer who can discard a sheet of manuscript paper without crumpling it up into a ball.” – Ernest Hemingway.
More Backwoods Churches
Posted: August 30, 2017 Filed under: photography, religion, states of mind Leave a comment
Abandoned church in the Big Thicket area, circa 70s-80s. Part of a documentary project I started on my own.
Backwoods Churches Documentary Project
Posted: August 23, 2017 Filed under: photography, religion, states of mind, Uncategorized Leave a comment
A picture from a documentary project I worked on about backwoods churches in the Big Thicket in the 70s and 80s.
Kitty voiding out…
Posted: July 24, 2017 Filed under: photography, time and space Leave a comment
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey –
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter–
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular…
– T. S. Eliot, Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats
On this day 200 years ago, Henry David Thoreau was born.
Posted: July 12, 2017 Filed under: books, photography, poetry, states of mind, writers Leave a comment
Thoreau spent two years, two months and two days in a cabin near Walden Pond where he wrote Walden. He spent a little over two years at the cabin, and used one year, the four seasons, as a metaphor for growth in Nature and in human nature. He was urged on in his inner pursuits by Ralph Waldo Emerson, his neighbor, who was firing up the emergent, new American imagination. Walden was Thoreau’s personal attempt at spiritual enlightenment and a flag for self-reliance in the search for inner growth and peace. Again, I have to say the book that opens up Walden like no other is Stanley Cavell’s Senses of Walden, which really should be read before reading Walden.
Thoreau’s notebook journal from Nov. 11, 1858.
Whitman, Emerson & Tibetan monks
Posted: February 12, 2017 Filed under: buddhism, people, photography Leave a comment
the roy hamric journal 