December 16, 2022 a thought for today, Everything would be well were there not a "but." 

A photo upload for yesterday was “a star”. I have already used the star on top of my Christmas tree for one of my entries this month. So I visited last year’s archives and found this star that I had folded. I added a light filter to the image in Photoshop to the image. 

I am beginning to have waking ‘anxious’ dreams of what I have to get done in the next seven days. Yes....I am a worrywart and yes...things look much worse in the dark than in daylight.

As for today, I did some more minor changes to the almost completed newsletter this morning....those “changes to the point of almost completed...” are regular occurrences for me. I have learned to see it coming and move on. I also got a major start on one of the bulletins for next week.

A second upload for yesterday was “bracelet”. I don’t wear much jewelry but I had this Pandora bracelet my daughter had given me a few Christmases’ ago. 

I had to take a brake for a quick trip to the bank. I was surprised that I didn’t have to wait in line at all. I expected a long line and a long wait. 

I am hearing that we may be having some snow in the next few days. I am hoping that this winter is not one of those with lots of snow. I am not looking forward to driving my “new car” in the snow. 

I had a third upload for yesterday. The title was “office supplies”. Since I was working in the office yesterday I captured this image. 

With all the hustle bustle right now, all in all this is an exciting and happy season....I guess the hustle bustle adds to it.

The assignment title for one of today’s uploads is “candy cane”. This is another from my archives. I haven’t been in the store recently to be able to get a shot of candy canes and I don’t have in on hand in the house so it was back to the archives for this one.

The word for today is true.  Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie: a fault which needs it most, grows two thereby, George Herbert. To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man, William Shakespeare. What is really beautiful must always be true, Stendhal. Opinion is a flitting thing But truth outlasts the sun, If then we cannot own them both, Possess the oldest one. Emily Dickinson.  Be true to your work, your word, and your friend, Henry David Thoreau. The only real failure in life is not to be true to the best one knows, Buddha. The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life. William Morris. True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart. Honore de Balzac.  For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver. Martin Luther. True prayer is neither a mere mental exercise nor a vocal performance. It is far deeper than that - it is spiritual transaction with the Creator of Heaven and Earth. Charles Spurgeon. The true triumph of reason is that it enables us to get along with those who do not possess it. Voltaire.  True progress quietly and persistently moves along without notice. Saint Francis de Sales. 

My second upload for today is “shadows”. This one is on my front porch and shows a shadow of the rain chain and one of the columns. 

I think what may keep drawing me back to stories about Franklinton is that it is one of the oldest parts of our city. Thinking about what it was and what it is and can be and how the things that were and the things are compare while introducing the new. I question what the old would think of the new. The article starts with saying that Franklinton has become a magnet for artists and it is helping to give a kick start to the revitalization to the “once neglected section of the city”. Some of the things that are of interest to one of the “residents” are: there is an old factory at 400 West Rich Street that use to make refrigerated drinking fountains and porcelain toilets. That was “back then” and now it produces art. The halls there seem to be a maze with galleries for new artists. Another of the old buildings is now the Land Grant Brewing Co. where the community go to hang out and share ideas. There is an event in the area that occurs every month on the second Friday of the month called Franklinton Fridays. The streets are filled with hundreds of people “celebrating art”. There is a large art sculpture of a giant sling shot that is prominent in the area. Also found in the regenerating area is also a nonprofit “settlement house” that offers services to children, adults and family. Still more offerings in the new space an region that offers workshops, educational areas and entrepreneurial discussions space where portions work with the Columbus schools. 

Going out to eat for my (and Gideon’s) birthday dinner. 

Joy

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