- - Our street might as well have been the River Jordan. In my small town growing up our church anchored one corner, and another church t...

- - I haven't said much here about my journey away from religion. I'd rather not get into it much on the blog, as it's a conver...

- - If a person could be represented by an inanimate object, my father would be this oak book case. These stacked barristers that encase set...

- . . . and Father's Day was Sunday, so let me remember them with a photo of the three of us. I think it was the year I turned three, ma...

- - In the Christian tradition, Easter Sunday is a happy celebration, when life triumphs over death. Winter gives way to spring. Baby animal...

With head, hands, wings or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies. . . . Hail horrors, hail Infernal worl...

This is me. Not very wild looking am I. But it's not just my fault. I'm sure it's partly my environment that helped make me this...

You can click on some of these photos to enlarge them. I don't know why they all don't enlarge. Forgive me, this is a long post. It’...