November 6, 2022 a word for today, A man with a good will is not only rich but also wise. African Proverb

The first upload for yesterday was “a bridge”. I wasn’t out today in an area where I could find a bridge. So I pulled this on from my archives. It is the side and underside of a bridge in the downtown area of Columbus. 

Since this past week was All Saint’s Day we had a special service at church today. We honored the memory of members who have passed in the past two years. We read the names, we had one of the family members sing a beautiful song, “Wish You Were Here”,  in remembrance and closed the service with “In the Garden”. The sermon was directed toward thoughts of heaven and meeting again. We do a history of one of the hymns we sing each week. This week I picked to do one on “For All the Saints” which fit perfectly with the theme of the day.

Another upload for yesterday was “low angle”. The twins were here for the night. Savannah was sitting    at the table playing a game on her tablet. She was moving her bare feet around on the rails of my gate leg table. I set the camera on the floor after I set it for a five second timer. I captured the “forest” of table legs and her feet and the top of the carpet too. 

I joined a meeting after the service and then left to pick up brunch for Bob and myself.

As usual this is going to be a “laid back, restful day to reflect and refresh” to begin the new week coming before us. 

I left for church a little early to be on the look out for today’s two photo-a-day “assignments”. I had found two before church and a couple after church. 

I had a third upload for yesterday. It was another low angled shot. This one was titled “I’m floored (a ground level shot)”. This is Sweet Pea as she is watching me do my silly thing of putting my camera on the floor (she does not like her photo taken) and pushing the snap button for the five second snap.  

The word for today is pride.  Pride that dines on vanity, sups on contempt, Benjamin Franklin.  Undertake not to teach your equal in the art himself professes; it savors arrogancy, George Washington. Pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes, John Ruskin. Pride costs more than hunger, thirst and cold, Thomas Jefferson. Pride does not wish to owe and vanity does not wish to pay. Francois de La Rochefoucauld. Poor nations are hungry, and rich nations are proud; and pride and hunger will ever be at variance. Jonathan Swift. Pride, which inspires us with so much envy, is sometimes of use toward the moderating of it too. Francois de La Rochefoucauld. We are rarely proud when we are alone, Voltaire.  Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves, Emily Bronte. All men make mistakes, but a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only crime is pride, Sophocles. I do not care so much what I am to others as I care what I am to myself, Michel de Montaigne. The proud person always wants to do the right thing, the great thing. But because he wants to do it in his own strength, he is fighting not with man, but with God, Soren A. Kierkegaard.

One of todays uploads is “a fence”. I pass the bright red fence every other day or so when I am on my way to church. I decided to give it a spot in my collection and my archives. 

Here’s a story about how birds help with growing new plants here and there. The title of this article is kind of catchy... “Acorn-toting blue jays much like Johnny Appleseed”. The author says that “nature covers a lot of turf.....and (it is) easy....to....never repeat topics”. However, apparently, writing about the blue jay is an exception. This is the third time he has written about them. This time he is relating that the jay is an “avian Johnny Appleseed for the oak family”. He mentions that birds and some other animals other than the jay also manages to transfer seeds from place to place as a prolog. But, he believes and says, no other can compare with the jay in the “dispersal” of the oak tree. In the fall the jays “harvest the acorns” in huge numbers sometimes carrying more than one acorn while in flight. He says he photographed one carrying five while in flight (two are in its bill, the tip of another protrudes from its mouth, and its throat bulges with (at least) two others). They find a place of their liking and bury their “treasure”, then “tamps” them into the ground. In time they may not “remember” where they put them. Sometimes the come back for them or other animals find some of them leaving many behind to take root. 

The second up load today is “rule of thirds”. This “rule” for photographers is: The rule of thirds is one of the most common rules in photography....break up an image into thirds both horizontally and vertically...the four intersection points of these lines, and the four lines themselves, are where subjects, or strong compositional lines of a photograph, can be placed to create a strong, balanced image”. This is a cross and a spire on the front facade of my church. 

It’s a take out/order in dinner for tonight. 

Joy

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