As many of you know, I love aircraft. They're downright beautiful, and seductive in their soaring quest to fly.
And it's very sad (to me, at least) when it comes time for them to die. Some are given new lives in Aviation Museums, where they can convey the awe and imagination of flight to future generations.
However, others meet a worse though often inevitable fate. They are broken up to be melted down for recycling. Aircraft which were well cared for and lovingly maintained must wait, standing mute and patient as a large pincer comes and rips it into little pieces - never to soar again.
A photographer out has created some wonderful, artistic images, and I'd encourage you to go take a peek.
Aircraft in the boneyards...
20 July 2007
17 July 2007
Happy Anniversary
Today would have been our third wedding aniversary.
That's right, third.
As I often think, that's a very low number. You always hear about people celebrating their twenty-fifth, fiftieth, sixtieth, etc.
We never made it to three.
Sigh.
It just wasn't in the cards. And the strange thing is, no matter what, we would not have shared this anniverary together. Healthwise, we knew long ago that she would not be alive for this date. Had she have been, had she been in perfect health, I'd be in Iraq right now. So again, separated.
Day struck kind of hard. Every now in then, just when you think your life is "back on track" and that you're adjusting, you get jolted out of your comfortzone.
Like today.
Thank you to the two people who also remembered - the roses were pretty and so were the shared memories.
And to Ellicia... Happy Anniversary. We may not have made it to three, but we packed in more in those short years than some folks who go all the way to sixty-three.
I wrote to you on our first anniversary (and we were apart)... and it's still true and amazing to me even now... My Hero.
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That's right, third.
As I often think, that's a very low number. You always hear about people celebrating their twenty-fifth, fiftieth, sixtieth, etc.
We never made it to three.
Sigh.
It just wasn't in the cards. And the strange thing is, no matter what, we would not have shared this anniverary together. Healthwise, we knew long ago that she would not be alive for this date. Had she have been, had she been in perfect health, I'd be in Iraq right now. So again, separated.
Day struck kind of hard. Every now in then, just when you think your life is "back on track" and that you're adjusting, you get jolted out of your comfortzone.
Like today.
Thank you to the two people who also remembered - the roses were pretty and so were the shared memories.
And to Ellicia... Happy Anniversary. We may not have made it to three, but we packed in more in those short years than some folks who go all the way to sixty-three.
I wrote to you on our first anniversary (and we were apart)... and it's still true and amazing to me even now... My Hero.
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09 July 2007
500 Years of Women in Western Art
So often, I believe, some of the great subjects in school are mis-taught. Be it Math, History, or even... Art Appreciation.
How many of us had a professor who focused on lines and light, and the technical aspects of art? Yes, these are factors which are important in great art, but it's important to truly appreciate art, as well.
And here is a video that accomplishes more than most professors ever did. Sadly.
(Now, if I can get a video that shows how Math should be taught...)
How many of us had a professor who focused on lines and light, and the technical aspects of art? Yes, these are factors which are important in great art, but it's important to truly appreciate art, as well.
And here is a video that accomplishes more than most professors ever did. Sadly.
(Now, if I can get a video that shows how Math should be taught...)
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