Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Still Thankful
Sunday, November 27, 2011
That is The Point
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Happy Thanksgiving
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Spirits
Monday, November 21, 2011
Eye
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Second hand
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Hard
Friday, November 18, 2011
Leftovers
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Isn't it time?
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Learning
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Shadows & Light
Monday, November 14, 2011
Puppy uppers
Sunday, November 13, 2011
apples
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Weeds
Friday, November 11, 2011
Think different
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 09, 2011
Whimsy
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
Sky sight
Monday, November 07, 2011
Hearts and Crafts
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Obscuriana
Saturday, November 05, 2011
Last gasp
Friday, November 04, 2011
Thursday, November 03, 2011
Harmony and me
Wednesday, November 02, 2011
Thanksgiving Patina
Going round the table, themes of thankfulness emerge. Health. Family. Friends. Shelter. Food. All worthy of gratitude, all a blessing from whatever flavor of consciousness to which you subscribe. Fortunately, my life is enriched beyond just the turkey and mashed potatoes. There’s a whole world of sides out there and frankly, sometimes they are the best part of the meal.
Take patina. Without the patina of age, everything would look shiny and new. Everything. Leaves would stay green each fall. Wooden instruments would never develop a rich, sweet tone. George Clooney would still have that ugly Caesar hair from his ER days. Antiques would not exist. And while the specter of the fountain of youth seems what we chase, how boring perpetual youth would eventually become. So I am grateful for patina. Now you know why.