April 3, 2026, a thought for today, The sun dial counts only the bright hours. German Proverb
Photos in my life yesterday
The first upload yesterday was “a flower.” I didn’t want to pick these tulips so the image has more than one tulip. The more the merrier.
Life today. This is a quiet Friday. It offers moments to remember the significance of this day. I am having moments of reflection and spiritual growth which I feel are gifts to honor today’s spaces of time. I am not planning on outside religious activities today but I believe those are not always necessary to connect with the Trinity even or maybe especially this day.
I have been taking it easy today. Just live in the minute. I have loaded the dish washer and I think that will be the extent of “work.” I have enjoyed some researching that has fed my mind.
I have allowed myself to remember yesterday too. My daughter and great grandson came to help me with some yard work that has needed attention for a couple of months. I felt good to have them here. Some times now in my golden years it feels good to remember. Yesterday’s memories lead me back to when that daughter that I was watching out my window raking the yard with her grandson for some reason pulled me back to when she was a young girl out there in that same yard. It adventured into visions of the treasures that have happened in the passage of time.
I have to move on to other things now. It’s time to get myself back to the present and chores of today.
Sue and I will be meeting with Lowell for lunch in little while. We will be enjoying a moment with him in his new position of retirement as a Lt. Col. in one of his community service and a Commander from the second career in community service.
The word today is spring. With most men, unbelief in one thing springs from blind belief in another. Georg Christoph Lichtenberg. We had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome. Anne Bradstreet. Look well into thyself; there is a source of strength which will always spring up if thou wilt always look there. Marcus Aurelius Antoninus. Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart. Victor Hugo. The passions are the seeds of vices as well as of virtues, from which either may spring, accordingly as they are nurtured. Unhappy they who have never been taught the art to govern them! Ann Radcliffe. A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases. Homer. The very spring and root of honesty and virtue lie in good education. Plutarch. From lightest words sometimes the direst quarrel springs. Cato the Elder. For peace is not mere absence of war, but is a virtue that springs from the force of character. Baruch Spinoza. Truth springs from argument amongst friends. David Hume. Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love! Sitting Bull. A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring (knowledge). Alexander Pope. If those who are the enemies of innocent amusements had the direction of the world, they would take away the spring, and youth, the former from the year, the latter from human life. Honore de Balzac. Falsehood is a perennial spring. Edmund Burke. From the end spring new beginnings. Pliny the Elder. Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens. This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden. Rumi.
Article summary. Being interested in photography I have had an avid interest in Ansle Adams through the years I have learned bits and pieces about him and have found tiny bits of connection other than the feel of photographs. He suffered hyperactivity and dyslexia both of which. I have personal and family experiences within my life. His hyperactivity caused him the pain of problems in school along with the ridicule of peers. I know that part of it. His father saw and understood his problems, so he home schooled him, yet another thing I am familiar within my family. That is why the title of this article grabbed my attention. I also share his love of our natural world. Those contributed to his “signature style.” The title is The surprising source of Ansel Adams’ signature style. Rebecca Senf, Chief Curator, Center for Creative Photography, University of Arizona. At theconversation.com. Ansel didn’t learn his amazing feel for his subjects and his outstanding techniques from a university or authorized classes. His craft was entirely self taught. As the article points out his photographs are easily identified as his because of the “drama and emotion” they stir. When he was 14 years old he spent a vacation with his parents at Yosemite Valley. His father had given him a camera, a Kodak No. 1 Box Brownie camera. The gift was a effort of his father to help him "native hyperactivity" and the struggles with traditional schooling. On that vacation he began practicing the use light and composition that became the birth of his perfect story telling of nature as he saw it. I learned in the article that early on in his life he dreamed of becoming a concert pianist. That dream changed over the next ten years as he continued his visits to Yosemite camping, hiking and photographing. Gradually photography took the place of the piano. In those years there wasn’t much call for professional photographers. His efforts were used in portraits and architecture and interior design along with some work for businesses for promotional photos. In 1929 a new door opened for him. TheYosemite Park and Curry Company hired him to make “bold, captivating photographs to lure more tourists to Yosemite”. The company had asked him to shoot trees and houses with fresh now on and around them along with ice skaters on the park’s ice rink. As I gather from the article along with the photo they asked for he also made photos of his own choice, sledding, horseback riders, fishing and so on. This job gave him the opportunity to photograph “distinctive vistas”. Much of his work began appearing in brochures, newspapers, postcards and even menus. His photos were distinctive in simple composition and focus “with few distractions.” In 1937 he left his job with Yosemite Park and Curry Company to “focus on his fine art photography.” He had a natural passion as a “environmentalist” and hoped that “viewers”of his work would be “impressed by the magnificence of nature” and would want to help preserve it.” I look at one of his quotes as hope for my own hopeful attempts, “Twelve significant photographs in any one year is a good crop.”
It will be a mild dinner since we went to lunch with Lowell.
Photos in my life today
The second challenge for today is “favorite time of day.” Any time of day that I can eat, even a snack, is my favorite. I was with Lowell and Sue for a lunch date.
Joy
coming soon




















%20copy.jpg)



























