My aunt’s painting
Posted: July 3, 2016 Filed under: photography, sight seeing, time and space, Uncategorized Leave a comment
This painting, by Ava Milner Hamm, is one of my earliest memories, a landscape of country that starts west of Fort Worth. The painting was always in the two houses where I grew up. I have lived with it in sight (or memory) for all of my life. It always tells me I’m home.
Daylight
Posted: February 27, 2016 Filed under: people, photography, poetry, time and space, writers Leave a comment
Did you notice the daylight today?
The days are short in December.
It comes before dark. Sometimes it passes
in a hurry to get someplace else
More friendly perhaps. Fiji maybe.
We become forgetful and miss it some days.
In March there were six different warblers
in one willow bush. What else could
you possibly want from daylight?
– Jim Harrison, Dead Man’s Float
Happy Thanksgiving
Posted: November 26, 2015 Filed under: time and space Leave a comment
“Pilgrims Going to Church in the Snow” by George Henry Boughton, Courtesy of the New-York Historical Society.
Turning the Wheel
Posted: November 20, 2015 Filed under: articles, buddhism, people, time and space Leave a comment
Pharadon Phonamnuai on the essence and fun of planting trees in Chiang Mai.
http://www.bangkokpost.com/lifestyle/social-and-lifestyle/771044/turning-over-a-new-leaf.
From Melville’s Moby Dick
Posted: September 24, 2015 Filed under: books, states of mind, time and space | Tags: american fiction, herman melville, moby dick Leave a comment
One of dozens of such illuminative moments: “… for it is so shaded off into the surrounding infinite of things, that it seemed one of the general stolidity discernible in the whole visible world; which while causelessly active in uncounted modes, still eternally holds its peace, and ignores you, though you dig foundations for cathedrals.”
The White Man and Laddawan
Posted: September 22, 2015 Filed under: people, photography, time and space | Tags: laddawan hamric, photography 2 Comments
Me and Laddawan with two friends at a neighborhood bar two nights ago. They were projecting a TV program on a screen behind me. September 20, my birthday.
the roy hamric journal 