Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.
Depends on the picture.
And the words.
Discovering What Democracy Means
Bill Moyers
We are often asked whether our kind of journalism matters. People are curious about why we give so much time to novelists, playwrights, artists, historians, philosophers, composers, scholars, teachers—all of whom we consider public thinkers. The answer is simple: They are worth listening to.
Go Read The Rest HERE. Go NOW.
(crossposted to Newsroom-L)
Well, since Google bought blogspot they’ve been gradually trying to force their users into being unpaid beta testers, and now they’ve decided that we must ALL change.
So I have. I’m here now.
I was (and am) trying to migrate the existing photoblog entries to the new site (which is what you’re staring at), it appears that instead the “migrate” process may well have simply nuked my ability to access the blog control features. I’ve saved off as much of the HTML as I can reach, and of course the pictures themselves were not ever actually hosted on the blogspot/google servers, so I can recreate most of it though the dates and orders of the postings may go a bit awry….
but that’s for another night; I have DSL coming on here in a couple of weeks and may well wait until then as the dialup I’m on now has SERIOUS bandwidth problems and I have a bunch of stuff going on right now.
For this exact moment, we’ll start with an off-site post, i.e., a link to some work I did recently for the Chron which they, for their own reasons, chose not to use. The good thing about this, of course, is that when they don’t, I CAN. Enjoy.
And sometimes, just once in a while, you run across something that just confirms the things you were sure of but could never quite prove…
Veteran’s Day – Armistice day as was.
I’d rather not indulge in the political discussions of the day today. There have been, and will be, a great many arguments about the legitimacy of all wars, and of any war, and that’s as it should be… but not today, okay? Tomorrow we can go back to working out where and why and for whom and under what circumstances, and some of us who think war is usually a bad idea will keep trying to restrain those of us who don’t care, but today let’s just remember Lesley Alexander and the others — they, and their families, are the stakes in this.
For `round me the men will be lying
That learned me the way to behave,
And showed me my business of dying:
O who would not sleep with the brave?
— AEHousman
There’s a kind of tradition on the Leica Users’ Group that Flower Photos are posted on Fridays.
I’m all out of flowers today.
It’s a warm sort of day in Fort Worth….
There will be more later… when I recover……
Cruelty above and beyond, I gotta say. The eds sent me to the SPCA to shoot pix surrounded by ruthless little attack kittens. Fortunately they had cages I could use to protect myself, but still….
I barely made it out alone.
But, I got the shot, and that’s what counts.
Beautiful day out; let’s hit the streets.
Met this young man outside his family smokehouse in the Andean highlands just south of Quito, Ecuador. (He’s due to become part of the major update to my main website which is well overdue at this point but IS being worked on.)
But it’s late and there’s a tripod and a bunch of battery-independent Leicas waiting. Let’s hit the streets.
I’ve been meaning to link to this for a bit, but I keep forgetting…
From one of several Martin Luther King, Jr. Day celebrations in Sunnyside, an historically black section of Houston. (It was a bit cool and one of the kids had the sniffles…)
Lots more good pix waiting for us; let’s hit the streets.
