A Symphony of Color As we begin our yearly drive north, to celebrate Thanksgiving in New England, the palm trees begin to fade away, and evergreens start to dominate the landscape, along the highway. The first changes actually comes in northern Florida, where an occasional Maple or Oak, has become nestled along road –...
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The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England By Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1793-1835) The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o’er, When a band of exiles moored their...
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To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed. ~William Blake ~ Women with a Pearl, painted by Jean-Baptiste Camille Carot. She is lovely, and hangs appropriately at the Louvre, in Paris.
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Veterans Day and the American Battle Monuments Commission “Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13 On the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, of 1918, the Allies and Germany agreed to put down their weapons, bringing an end to...
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Patton The Pursuit of Destiny By Agostino Von Hassell and Ed Breslin A man who for so many was larger than life is the subject of Patton: The Pursuit of Destiny which is a chronologically arranged biography about four star General George S. Patton Jr., the World War II leader who has so closely been...
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This is a trading world and men, women and children, who cannot live on gravity alone, need something to satisfy their gayer, lighter moods and hours, and he who ministers to this want is in a business established by the Author of our nature. If he worthily fulfills his mission and amuses without...
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On a Road in Arkansas We had been in Branson, Missouri, meandering through the Ozarks, on a very dark night. Kate was driving, when I happened to notice the above sign. It took me several seconds to process the words I had read, after which she put the car in reverse, that I might...
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History Will Judge Us For Our Silence Update On Sakineh Mohammadi Ashtiani In the terrible years of the Yezhov terror, I spent seventeen months waiting in line outside the prison in Leningrad. One day somebody in the crowd identified me. Standing behind me was a woman, with lips blue from the cold, who...
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Wildlife in the Garden One of the pleasures of the garden is watching the creatures which have made it home. While I have yet to master wildlife photography, below are a few shots of the many animals which either make our garden their home, or drop by for a visit! Not pictured are the...
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El Braz Your spirit seems familiar, I feel the imprint of your soul upon my own. Yet, you are far away. Who are you? Have we met? Do I know you? Or are you just a passing acquaintance, that I happened upon one night? That imprint – was it just the passing press, or...
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