

Silhouettes against the sunset
It is as though the sun wants us to remember its glory even after darkness falls. The darkest hour is just before dawn, but the most colorful hour is just before darkness.
And even though the Milky Way, shooting stars, and constellations can entertain us with their beauty, they cannot compete, for their image is simply due to a reflection of light from the sun.
What a wonderful gift.
On a spring morning after the sun rises into the sky, that sunlight gives sparkle to all


Details
I love details. Not in a contract. Not in a medical bill. Not in the teeny tiny print of warnings on a medication bottle. But, details you can only see if you slow down and look carefully at your surroundings. They are everywhere. And when I go for a walk, it is usually not at a cardio pace. Usually, it is very slow. It is at this speed, like that of a dog sniffing for greetings on a walk, that I truly notice life. And what fascinates me the most are the beautiful details. Th
Auld Lang Syne - Memories of an Old Neighborhood and its Residents
In 1995, when my wife and I moved into this neighborhood, we were most likely the youngest residents. It was an old neighborhood that began in the 1950s when the Augusta Country Club sold its “lake course” to a developer.
For all of those older residents who lived here, it was where they raised families. It was a place that allowed for the convenience of being close to downtown where you worked and shopped on Broad Street, yet felt like you were in the country because of all
Tones
Tones.
They are the variables in sight and sound. When I was a teen, I secretly listened to the intoxicatingly beautiful range of tones sung by Karen Carpenter. The songs were somewhat 70s sappy, but her voice was so smooth, so rich, so warm. It seemed almost angelic. Sadly, she left us way too soon. I suspect she is singing with the angels now. The first time I heard Yo-Yo Ma play the cello I was mesmerized by the deepness and spiritual sound that came from a piece of wood,
Opposites
Opposites seem to always work. You can't have a stop light without a green light for "go." In music, it always seems so nice to hear a peaceful adagio after a boisterous allegro. Within the mind, the ego must exist with the id part of the personality. If one takes over, well, the person would go mad.
In comedy duos, you always have a cut-up and a straight man. It just seems to work. They play off of each other.
With electricity, there has to be a positive and negative charge