Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Shelby Waiting At The Back Door

Shelby Waiting At The Back Door
Bloomfield
2009

Shelby is a very sneaky dog. She sits by the back door and gives you a very sad look. So, I let her out. She goes down the deck stairs on to the driveway, then she comes right back up the stairs - and stands by the back door, looking through the glass into the house. When I let her in the house, she goes directly to the kitchen closet, expecting a treat. For what? I don't know. So, I give her a treat. Then she goes by the back door again, waiting to be let out.
I wonder if I am the cause of this behavior?

Monday, December 28, 2009

A Christmas Crow

A Christmas Crow
Montclair
2009

This is one strange character. Is it meant to scare off crows? or me...

Thursday, December 24, 2009

A Christmas Card

A Christmas Card
Montclair
New Jersey
2009

When the white stars talk together like sisters And when the winter hills raise their grand semblance in the freezing night, somewhere one window bleeds like the brown eye of an open force.

Hills, stars,
White stars that stand above the eastern stable.

Look down and offer Him.
The dim adoring light of your belief.
Whose small heart bleeds with infinite fire.

Shall not this Child (When we shall hear the bells of His amazing voice) conquer the winter of our hateful century?

And when His Lady Mother leans upon the crib, Lo, with what rapiers those two loves fence and flame their brilliancy!

Here in this straw lie planned the fires that will melt all our sufferings:
He is our Lamb, our holocaust!

And one by one the shepherds, with their snowy feet,
Stamp and shake out their hats upon the stable dirt,
And one by one kneel down to look upon their Life.

Poem "A Christmas Card" by Thomas Merton 1947

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

The Morning Commute

The Morning Commute
George Washington Bridge
New Jersey
2009

I shot the image this morning, before reaching the tolls. As you can see, the shot is through the windshield. If I attempted to take the shot outside the car, I would not be writing these words right now. I would be in the poky. Do you see the yellow truck on the right? He cut right in front of me - no blinkers, no wave. Do you see the car crossing the white line? People who commute to New York every day do not see white lines. It is a disease called white line sensory dysfunction - I have it too.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Shelby in the Snow

Shelby in the Snow
4th Sunday of Advent
New Jersey

We had our first snowstorm last night in New Jersey. Where I live, maybe a little less than a foot. Down the Jersey shore - over two feet! As you can see, my golden retriever, Shelby, loves the snow. She enjoys digging holes, burying her head, looking for sticks. Shelby has no worries - always happy. We can learn a lot from dogs.