For Cee’s FOTD
Dear Mr. Nadeau:|
As long as there is one upright man, as long as there is one compassionate woman, the contagion may spread and the scene is not desolate. Hope is the thing that is left to us, in a bad time. I shall get up Sunday morning and wind the clock as a contribution to order and steadfastness.
Sailors have an expression about the weather; they say, the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society-things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed, sometimes rather suddenly, It is quite obvious that the human race has made a queer mess of life on this planet. But as a people we probably harbor seeds of goodness that have lain for a long time waiting to sprout when the conditions are right. Man’s curiosity, his relentlessness, his inventiveness, his ingenuity have led him into deep trouble. We can only hope that these same traits will enable him to claw his way out.
Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock for tomorrow is another day.
Sincerely,
E. B. White
Thanks to Kate Schomp for sending this to me.
For Cee’s FOTD
This is the invitation to my book launch in Riberas del Pilar, Jalisco, Mexico. Both books are also available on Amazon U.S. and Amazon Mexico.
(Please note that the prices on Amazon Mexico are given in pesos, not dollars. Use Amazon Mexico only if you want the book delivered to Mexico and the Amazon U.S. for delivery elsewhere. Its price is in U.S. dollars.)
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Welcome to “The Numbers Game #46.” Today’s number is 167. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title.
This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Above are my contributions to the album:
for Weekend Skies
911
The fire sighs and flips the ravaged timbers to the floor,
sends soaked ashes swirling in currents toward the door.
Blue flames lick at skins of walls, then weave around the beams,
trying to escape the fire fighter’s streams
as they emerge in masks from the house’s inner places,
assassins of those flames who’ve chosen not to show their faces.
Thus is the conflagration robbed of its power and beauty
by this crew that sees extermination as its duty.
For The Sunday Whirl
The prompt words are sighs fire flip ravaged blue floor emerge masks ashes soak skin weave
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For Cellpic Sunday
Yesterday I saw a report of a 14-year-old girl who had died of sepsis because the emergency room would not treat her until she had additional tests because she was pregnant. I can’t find that message, but saw this related post on ForgottenMan’s site. Please think before you vote on letting an outright ban on abortion control who you vote for. What if this was your daughter?
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