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but there's no shortage of irony.


 Nice is different than good.


Oh and ...

I flunked charm school.

So what.

Can't write anything.

= Jennifer =

Causing considerable consternation
to many fine folk since 1957

Pepper and me ... Seattle 1962



Belay That!

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= Jenny the Pirate =

Hoist The Colors



Insist on yourself; never imitate.

Your own gift you can present

every moment

with the cumulative force

of a whole life’s cultivation;

but of the adopted talent of another

you have only an extemporaneous

half possession.

That which each can do best,

none but his Maker can teach him.

= Ralph Waldo Emerson =



The Black Velvet Coat

In The Market, As It Were






Columbia Cemetery

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A Pistol With One Shot

Ecstatically shooting everything in sight using my beloved Nikon D3100 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6G VR kit lens and AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 G prime lens.

Also capturing outrageous beauty left and right with my Nikon D7000 blissfully married to my Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D AF prime glass. Don't be jeal.

And then there was the Nikon AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-200mm f:3.5-5.6G ED VR II zoom. We're done here.

Dying Is A Day Worth Living For

I am a taphophile

Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Great things are happening at

Find A Grave

If you don't believe me, click the pics.


Dying is a wild night

and a new road.

Emily Dickinson



When I am gone

Please remember me

 As a heartfelt laugh,

 As a tenderness.

 Hold fast to the image of me

When my soul was on fire,

The light of love shining

Through my eyes.

Remember me when I was singing

And seemed to know my way.

Remember always

When we were together

And time stood still.

Remember most not what I did,

Or who I was;

Oh please remember me

For what I always desired to be:

A smile on the face of God.

David Robert Brooks



 Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.


Keep To The Code








You Want To Find This
The Promise Of Redemption

Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;

But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.

But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:

In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.

For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.

For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;

Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.

For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.

So then death worketh in us, but life in you.

We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I BELIEVED, AND THEREFORE HAVE I SPOKEN; we also believe, and therefore speak;

Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.

For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.

For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;

While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

II Corinthians 4

Freedom is a fragile thing and is never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom and then lost it, have never known it again.

~ Ronald Reagan

Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Not Without My Effects

My Compass Works Fine

The Courage Of Our Hearts




Daft Like Jack

 "I can name fingers and point names ..."

And We'll Sing It All The Time
  • The Sound of Peace
    The Sound of Peace
    Retribution Records
  • Danny Wright Healer of Hearts
    Danny Wright Healer of Hearts
    by Danny Wright
  • Grace
    Old World Records
  • The Hymns Collection (2 Disc Set)
    The Hymns Collection (2 Disc Set)
    Stone Angel Music, Inc.
  • Always Near - A Romantic Collection
    Always Near - A Romantic Collection
    Real Music
  • Copia
    Temporary Residence Ltd.
  • The Poet: Romances for Cello
    The Poet: Romances for Cello
    Spring Hill Music
  • Nightfall
    Narada Productions, Inc.
  • Rachmaninoff plays Rachmaninoff
    Rachmaninoff plays Rachmaninoff
  • The Pity Party: A Mean-Spirited Diatribe Against Liberal Compassion
    The Pity Party: A Mean-Spirited Diatribe Against Liberal Compassion
    by William Voegeli
  • Adios, America
    Adios, America
    by Ann Coulter
  • The Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson's Envelope Poems
    The Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson's Envelope Poems
    by Emily Dickinson
  • Till I End My Song: A Gathering of Last Poems
    Till I End My Song: A Gathering of Last Poems
    by Harold Bloom
  • On Writing Well, 30th Anniversary Edition: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction
    On Writing Well, 30th Anniversary Edition: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction
    by William Zinsser
  • Green Hell: How Environmentalists Plan to Control Your Life and What You Can Do to Stop Them
    Green Hell: How Environmentalists Plan to Control Your Life and What You Can Do to Stop Them
    by Steven Milloy
  • The Amateur
    The Amateur
    by Edward Klein
  • The Closer
    The Closer
    by Mariano Rivera
  • Who Built That: Awe-Inspiring Stories of American Tinkerpreneurs
    Who Built That: Awe-Inspiring Stories of American Tinkerpreneurs
    by Michelle Malkin
  • Where Are They Buried (Revised and Updated): How Did They Die? Fitting Ends and Final Resting Places of the Famous, Infamous, and Noteworthy
    Where Are They Buried (Revised and Updated): How Did They Die? Fitting Ends and Final Resting Places of the Famous, Infamous, and Noteworthy
    by Tod Benoit
  • Whistling in the Dark: A Doubter's Dictionary
    Whistling in the Dark: A Doubter's Dictionary
    by Frederick Buechner
  • The Black Bard of North Carolina: George Moses Horton and His Poetry (Chapel Hill Books)
    The Black Bard of North Carolina: George Moses Horton and His Poetry (Chapel Hill Books)
    The University of North Carolina Press
  • Righteous Indignation: Excuse Me While I Save the World!
    Righteous Indignation: Excuse Me While I Save the World!
    by Andrew Breitbart
  • 11 Principles of a Reagan Conservative
    11 Principles of a Reagan Conservative
    by Paul Kengor
  • Curtains: Adventures of an Undertaker-in-Training
    Curtains: Adventures of an Undertaker-in-Training
    by Tom Jokinen
  • Talking Heads: The Vent Haven Portraits
    Talking Heads: The Vent Haven Portraits
    by Matthew Rolston
  • Mortuary Confidential: Undertakers Spill the Dirt
    Mortuary Confidential: Undertakers Spill the Dirt
    by Todd Harra, Ken McKenzie
  • America's Steadfast Dream
    America's Steadfast Dream
    by E. Merrill Root
  • Good Dog, Carl : A Classic Board Book
    Good Dog, Carl : A Classic Board Book
    by Alexandra Day
  • Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation
    Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation
    by Lynne Truss
  • The American Way of Death Revisited
    The American Way of Death Revisited
    by Jessica Mitford
  • In Six Days : Why Fifty Scientists Choose to Believe in Creation
    In Six Days : Why Fifty Scientists Choose to Believe in Creation
    Master Books
  • Architects of Ruin: How big government liberals wrecked the global economy---and how they will do it again if no one stops them
    Architects of Ruin: How big government liberals wrecked the global economy---and how they will do it again if no one stops them
    by Peter Schweizer
  • Grave Influence: 21 Radicals and Their Worldviews That Rule America From the Grave
    Grave Influence: 21 Radicals and Their Worldviews That Rule America From the Grave
    by Brannon Howse
  • Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow: The Tragic Courtship and Marriage of Paul Laurence Dunbar and Alice Ruth Moore
    Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow: The Tragic Courtship and Marriage of Paul Laurence Dunbar and Alice Ruth Moore
    by Eleanor Alexander
Easy On The Goods
  • Waiting for
    Waiting for "Superman"
    starring Geoffrey Canada, Michelle Rhee
  • The Catered Affair (Remastered)
    The Catered Affair (Remastered)
    starring Bette Davis, Ernest Borgnine, Debbie Reynolds, Barry Fitzgerald, Rod Taylor
  • Bernie
    starring Jack Black, Shirley MacLaine, Matthew McConaughey
  • Remember the Night
    Remember the Night
    starring Barbara Stanwyck, Fred MacMurray, Beulah Bondi, Elizabeth Patterson, Sterling Holloway
  • The Ox-Bow Incident
    The Ox-Bow Incident
    starring Henry Fonda, Dana Andrews, Mary Beth Hughes, Anthony Quinn, William Eythe
  • The Bad Seed
    The Bad Seed
    starring Nancy Kelly, Patty McCormack, Henry Jones, Eileen Heckart, Evelyn Varden
  • Shadow of a Doubt
    Shadow of a Doubt
    starring Teresa Wright, Joseph Cotten, Macdonald Carey, Patricia Collinge, Henry Travers
  • Dodsworth
    starring Walter Huston, Ruth Chatterton, Paul Lukas, Mary Astor, Kathryn Marlowe
  • Act of Valor
    Act of Valor
    starring Alex Veadov, Roselyn Sanchez, Nestor Serrano
  • Deep Water
    Deep Water
    starring Tilda Swinton, Donald Crowhurst, Jean Badin, Clare Crowhurst, Simon Crowhurst
  • Sunset Boulevard
    Sunset Boulevard
    starring William Holden, Gloria Swanson, Erich Von Stroheim, Nancy Olson, Fred Clark
  • Penny Serenade
    Penny Serenade
    starring Cary Grant, Irene Dunne, Edgar Buchanan, Beulah Bondi
  • Double Indemnity
    Double Indemnity
    starring Fred MacMurray, Barbara Stanwyck, Edward G. Robinson, Porter Hall, Jean Heather
  • Ayn Rand and the Prophecy of Atlas Shrugged
    Ayn Rand and the Prophecy of Atlas Shrugged
    starring Gary Anthony Williams
  • Fat Sick & Nearly Dead
    Fat Sick & Nearly Dead
    Passion River
  • It Happened One Night (Remastered Black & White)
    It Happened One Night (Remastered Black & White)
    starring Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert
  • Stella Dallas
    Stella Dallas
    starring Barbara Stanwyck, John Boles, Anne Shirley, Barbara O'Neil, Alan Hale
  • The Iron Lady
    The Iron Lady
    starring Meryl Streep, Jim Broadbent, Harry Lloyd, Anthony Head, Alexandra Roach
  • Wallace & Gromit: The Complete Collection (4 Disc Set)
    Wallace & Gromit: The Complete Collection (4 Disc Set)
    starring Peter Sallis, Anne Reid, Sally Lindsay, Melissa Collier, Sarah Laborde
  • The Red Balloon (Released by Janus Films, in association with the Criterion Collection)
    The Red Balloon (Released by Janus Films, in association with the Criterion Collection)
    starring Red Balloon
  • Stalag 17 (Special Collector's Edition)
    Stalag 17 (Special Collector's Edition)
    starring William Holden, Don Taylor, Otto Preminger, Robert Strauss, Harvey Lembeck
  • The Major and the Minor (Universal Cinema Classics)
    The Major and the Minor (Universal Cinema Classics)
    starring Ginger Rogers, Ray Milland
  • My Dog Skip
    My Dog Skip
    starring Frankie Muniz, Diane Lane, Luke Wilson, Kevin Bacon
  • Sabrina
    starring Humphrey Bogart, Audrey Hepburn, William Holden, Walter Hampden, John Williams
  • The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer
    The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer
    starring Cary Grant, Myrna Loy, Shirley Temple, Rudy Vallee, Ray Collins
  • Pirates of the Caribbean - The Curse of the Black Pearl (Two-Disc Collector's Edition)
    Pirates of the Caribbean - The Curse of the Black Pearl (Two-Disc Collector's Edition)
    starring Johnny Depp, Geoffrey Rush, Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley, Jack Davenport
  • Now, Voyager (Keepcase)
    Now, Voyager (Keepcase)
    starring Bette Davis, Paul Henreid, Claude Rains, Gladys Cooper, John Loder
  • The Trip To Bountiful
    The Trip To Bountiful
  • Hold Back the Dawn [DVD] Charles Boyer; Olivia de Havilland; Paulette Goddard
    Hold Back the Dawn [DVD] Charles Boyer; Olivia de Havilland; Paulette Goddard
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Turpumpkey nation

TG found me a pumpkin.

It may have been the last pumpkin for sale on the Eastern Seaboard.

I admit when I saw it, I was chagrined.

I needed a big one, I said. Only a big one will do.

But I was wrong. This pumpkin is just big enough.

Proving once again: It's all right to be little bitty.

Especially if you know how to make up in attitude what you lack in physical heft.

And that is all for now except to join the turpumpkey in wishing you and yours a:


Happy Thanksgiving


It's about turkey time

The thing about living in the Deep South is, it has a tendency to stay hot until Thanksgiving.

At least.

Oh we'll get the relief of a cool day here and there, but they're rare. You might say they're hotly anticipated.

(We white girls enjoy the prospect of trading a tank top for a turtleneck, if even only for a few hours in the morning.)

For this reason, putting pumpkins as decorations out on the stoop during October is problematic on account of, they quickly spoil.

I don't do jack-o-lanterns anyway, on account of I hate Halloween.

(I do all things cemetery year-round so don't bring that up.)

Anyway see the wooden decoration things at the top of this post? I've had those for time out of mind.

However, because of circumstances beyond my control (as in, they were chilling in an unmarked box in the garage, until Andrew recently helped TG clean out said garage), I hadn't seen these cute kitschy little thangs in a decade.

Maybe longer. I forget.

So we found them in early October, but I set them aside because like I already mentioned, it would be fruitless to expect a pumpkin to hold up in this weather.

Plus which, turkeyish themes aren't technically timely until November first; am I right?

And then I forgot again.

Oh! I thought yesterday. Maybe it's time to get a pumpkin now and stick those decorations into it and make it into a turpumpkey in time for the grandkids' visit for Thanksgiving.

But then I didn't go to the store. I could have asked TG to go to the store but I forgot.

Andrew is coming home this evening; I feel sure he'll carry me to the store to purchase a pumpkin.

I hope a few have survived the hot weather and are in fact on sale in some local retail establishment.

When I succeed, I'll put it all together -- no, really, shucks, it's no trouble -- and share a tricked-out pumpkin photo.

Meanwhile, pilgrim, have a fun week putting finishing touches on your holiday preparations.


Happy Thanksgiving Week


With gratitude profound

Two months ago today, on Nine Eleven, my son was flying over hostile territory in the Middle East.

In his job as Boom Operator, on that day he refueled numbers of fighter jets whose crews were engaged in combat with the enemies of freedom.

The same thing is happening now, as we go about our various routines on this beautiful Veterans Day.

That's because the protectors of our liberties don't have the luxury of sleep or play.

Many of them function full-tilt in conditions that would make the rest of us sit down in the dirt and cry. They face mortal danger and do not retreat.

Nevertheless, on that day -- September 11, 2015 -- my son remembered to do something for his parents.

And I find what he did to be moving and meaningful, all the more because it's something I never expected.

He took the time and made the effort and spent the money to buy an American flag for us, and to fly it with him in the plane.

It's something they do and I'm sure I'd heard of it before, but when he presented his father and me with our flag, I was overwhelmed.

It is a fine, durable banner that we will enjoy for years. And it came with a special paper.

The Certificate of Authenticity reads:

This Flag was flown for

Mr. and Mrs. Gregory Weber

The 340th Expeditionary Air Refueling Squadron flew this American flag on a KC-135R combat aerial refueling mission over hostile territory in support of Operation Inherent Resolve on 11 September 2015. This Flag represents the United States' dedication to the fight against terrorism and the vindication of thousands of people who perished in terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on 11 September 2001. Let all who look upon this flag be reminded of the military men and women who maintain a steadfast devotion to protecting the freedoms that it represents.

"We will not tire; we will not falter; we will not fail; Peace and Freedom will Prevail" -- President George W. Bush, Sept, 2001

Our certificate was signed by Todd Bergeson, Lt Col, USAF, Aircraft Commander; Jason Harper, Capt, USAF, Co-Pilot; and Andrew Weber, SSgt, USAF, Boom Operator.

I meant to show you this when I wrote about Andrew's return home from his tour of duty a few weeks ago. And then I actually forgot.

When I remembered we would soon as a nation observe Veterans Day, I decided to save it.

And that is all for now except to say, if you walk free on the earth today, take a moment to thank a veteran.

God bless America and confound her enemies both foreign and domestic. Especially domestic.


Happy Wednesday :: Happy Veterans Day


A prayer for bovine intervention

Alexis Salcow

So yes, I've been working on my Christmas list. By that I mean, the list I provide to others, telling them what I want for Christmas.

Of course Christmas is commercial. What did you think? Especially going into an election year.

Ha ha. Just kidding. In our family we exchange detailed Christmas lists so I'll get what I want so that each of us will be savvy as to what the others would like to see beneath the tree with their name affixed, on Christmas Day.

The Second Line Sirloins

You know. To make dreams come true: That's our goal.

Luciano Ungulato

While you may think us unduly materialistic, do not accuse us of jumping the gun. One must prepare for events that tend to come at you like a five-hundred-ton freight train.

Chris Angus

Most years, just to be funny -- or serious -- I include some pretty pricey stuff on my list. Items I know I probably won't get, but which in my mercenary little heart, I want anyway. And I'm not ashamed to say so. You have not because you ask not.

Along with those are listed several things generally considered inexpensive -- like, poetry books or new handkerchiefs -- and some right in the middle costwise, such as perfume and (nicer costume) jewelry. Perhaps a wee something in the fine leather goods (no pun intended) category.

Veal "The Hoof" Girth

When it comes to Christmas gift wishes, the more specific, the better. I urge the provision of links to facilitate online ordering. The way I figure it, information is power. You may spend more money than strictly intended, but don't waste the precious commodity that is time.

Sabrina Scissorchew

Speaking of information: Every year, no matter what makes my Christmas list, at the tippy-top -- even trumping whirled peas -- is the (so far) unattainable: JOHNNY DEPP'S CELL PHONE NUMBER.

Patsy Cud

If you can make that one happen, I'll be forever beholden. I only want to text him.

Fanny Taurina

Not necessarily at the top, but also perennially on my list, is the new Chick-fil-A wall calendar for the coming year.

Muddy Puddles

Mine hangs, not on a wall, but by a strong magnet on the front of my black refrigerator. 

Bessie Bones

The calendars are instant classics -- collectors' items, if you want to know the truth -- and this year's is especially brilliant.

See? Look. Pay special attention to March: my birth month. It's perfect for me. Also I laughed out loud at May.

Lil' Suede

If you still don't have a Chick-fil-A near you? I think that should be number one on your Christmas list.

The Jersey Moos

At any rate, here's a (somewhat early) wish that this Christmas, you get not only everything you ask for, but everything you've ever wanted.

Even Especially those things money can't buy.


Happy Monday


I'd like to thank the little people

I called my grandchildren in North Carolina this morning, just to hear their voices.

Dagny is around daily but I mightily miss the Tarheel Three. My Appalachian Connection, as it were.

The little pumpkins'll be coming over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house for Thanksgiving.

We'll take wagonloads of pictures for the holiday season and you know I'll make you look at them share.

But Dagny at seventeen months (next week) is ambulatory at last and although these aren't pictures of that, they're pictures I took yesterday.

She's expanding her vocabulary as well. In addition to her adorably-cooed two-syllable greeting Hey, currently there are perfectly understandable versions of all gone and hello.

Plus what every baby repeats early and often: Uh-oh.

You can't tell in these shots but upon strolling into my studio, Dagny developed an instant aversion to the sparkly backdrop.

When not wailing, refusing to even look, she was wholly ambivalent.

Audrey helped by bribing the baby with wee morsels of cheese popcorn during the shoot.

Snacking makes me momentarily forget my fears too. You?

Meanwhile it continues warm and humid in South Carolina. Yes, in November.

Rainy too. If only the mosquitoes would die, is my primary prayer. Suckers are in overdrive, even showing up inside the house. Spoiling for a snack of their own.


As for Dagny Clare taking her first steps? Well. We all know what that means: Walking today, running tomorrow. Here is hoping she always runs toward us, and not away.

That goes for the other three too, and the ones who come along later.

In other news, I am one-third finished with my Christmas shopping.

Remember when brick-and-mortar retail establishments were packed to the rafters in the weeks leading up to Christmas? They're practically empty these years.

Why? Say it with me: Free Shipping. That there is where the smart money's at, y'all. Let your fingers do the walking and your passwords do the talking.

Leaving more time for what really matters.

And that concludes our chat for now, on a rainy Friday less than three weeks from Thanksgiving.


Happy Weekend


A dog friend's best man

Andrew has been back in the States for a whole month now, having concluded his four-month tour in the Middle East.

He's already come to Columbia for a week-long visit, during which he was reunited with Rambo, and has been back home in Knoxville for two weeks.

I didnt take enough pictures while he was here, but what I have, I will share with you.

One day Andrew wanted the two of us to go out to McEntire Joint National Guard Base, just on the other side of Columbia. It is home to the 169th Fighter Wing.

Staff Sergeant Weber had some informal business to conduct there. Also we hoped for an opportunity to get down to the flight line and watch military aircraft take off.

It was our lucky day because the fine Air Force personnel at Base Ops were kind and welcoming.

They even let me take my camera outside and aim it at the planes. I had to wear a special necklace and the only caveat was that I refrain from photographing aircraft controls.

(I wasn't even tempted to do that; as a rule I do not climb ladders. Especially do I not climb ladders in the presence of a bunch of young strong men. Perish the very thought.)

These are General Dynamics F-16 Fighting Falcons, the only fighter jets based at McEntire.

Our host onto the flight line was a young man a few years older than Andrew. He is an F-16 pilot and, although he looked like a mere baby to me, is already a family man.

It was that nonstop blue you get sometimes, cloudless, and hot for mid October, even in South Carolina. One could easily have confused it with a mild summer day.

The noise is intense out on the tarmac. I noticed as the planes took off -- I don't know how far they were from us but it seems to me it was less than one hundred yards -- all the airmen and pilots stuffed their ears with fingers.

I couldn't do that because I knew you wanted these photos. You try taking a picture of an F-16 mere seconds after takeoff, with your fingers in your ears. I will wait.

What was that you said? Thank you? Oh. You're welcome. Any time. Any time at all.

I thought I heard, Now you're just showing off. But the fancy little jets, as I pointed out, were extremely loud.

Truth: I was humbled, as is always the case when surrounded by great American heroes. Oh, I know the United States military is not infallible, nor is its rank and file made up of perfect people.

However, they love this country. Each has made a sacred commitment to serve America faithfully, to protect her citizens as well as others around the globe, at significant personal cost. The majority of them signed up in wartime.

South Carolina Air National Guard Airmen share a nickname: Swamp Fox. See it there, beneath the tail number on the next photo?

These airmen were an impressive credit to the community during our recent swampy weather in South Carolina. They did a great deal of valuable rescue, recovery, and relief work after the flooding.

But their adopted moniker is intended as a homage to Francis Marion.

In addition to proving himself exceedingly clever in war, The Swamp Fox was known to be a consummate gentleman. He is remembered for offering a baked sweet potato to a British redcoat and it wasn't even Thanksgiving, and there were no mini marshmallows.

Also I can relate because he was a pirate (go with me on this) who preferred to stay on land. Have you seen The Patriot? That's sort of supposed to be him. The Mel Gibson part. Well played, sir.

And well played, Andrew. Not to brag but you're a good man, a great American. Thank you for your service both past and present.


God Bless America :: Happy November


So beautiful, it's scary

TG took me to a cemetery last weekend.

Talk about your hopeless romantics.

Our chosen haunt was Elmwood Cemetery in Charlotte, North Carolina.

It was TG's maiden voyage to this particular Elmwood -- practically every southern city of any size has one; trust me -- but my first visit took place at the tail end of last October, with Erica in tow.

As historic cemeteries go, it's a big one. Making it more exciting is the ghostly backdrop of Charlotte's stunning skyline.

The heat has been holding on for longer than usual this fall in the Carolinas. And in the Carolinas, that's saying something.

When I walked Elmwood Charlotte on the last day of October 2014, it was at least ten degrees cooler than this past Saturday. I felt every degree unless I was in the shade, standing still.

Click on this next one. Go ahead; don't be afraid.

And the humidity? Well let's just say if one could trade humidity for youth, I'd be nine again.

In fact I'm fixing to lose my patience with, if not the actual heat (which technically is fairly normal), then both the humidity and the mosquitoes in Columbia, and ask TG to just go ahead and re-open the pool.

At any rate, despite being somewhat hampered by climatic conditions, I did my best to photograph the corners of Elmwood Charlotte that I was able to explore this time.

As always, it was a privilege to spend quality leisurely time amongst those who have perfected the art of hiding in plain sight.

Nature, with its serene unquestioning beauty, is exceptionally comforting. Don't forget to look up.

But everywhere you really look, there is something interesting to see.

Last year when I drove away from Elmwood Charlotte, I promised it to come back in the spring, and take pictures of its flowers. It was a promise I did not keep.

I'm glad there's always next year.

And that is all for now.


Happy Fall-Back Weekend


So soggy for all that's happened

It's raining again, reminding me that I promised you pictures of Columbia's recent "thousand-year rain" -- or rather, some of its aftereffects.

The Columbia area is fairly crammed with lakes, rivers, creeks, streams, rivulets, et cetera. Also much pondishness is about.

There are lots of dams. I don't know how many. We live less than two miles from Lake Murray, a large man-made lake with over five hundred miles of shoreline.

It has a dam: called interchangeably the Dreher Shoals Dam and the Saluda Dam.

We just call it the dam. "I'm going over the dam to Wal-Mart," someone might say. Or not, depending on which Wal-Mart they're aiming for.

You get my drift. In any case, the dam that dams up Lake Murray didn't break.

Twelvemile Creek was another story. It meanders through many miles (at least twelve) of Lexington County (where I live), emptying into at least one lake and several ponds as it goes.

It is controlled in certain places by three dams.

All three dams broke on Sunday, October fourth.

I've never seen one of those dams -- the one at Barr Lake -- and in fact didn't know it existed until this happened. 

Of the remaining two, only one was familiar to me: Gibson Pond Dam, where I've spent lots of happy hours and taken many, many pictures.

Here's one of Erica and Javier, on an early spring outing three-or-so years ago.

As you can see, there's a heavily-wooded park beside the pond, and places to swing and watch the ducks, or loll at picnic tables, or fish from a pier, plus an elaborate system of walkways and steps designed to get you right down beside the small, aging dam's rushing waters.

Here is Gibson Pond in more peaceful days:

See what I mean? It was wildly popular with the local waterfowl population.

Today their habitat is substantially more shallow. I am sure they're bewildered.

Here's a picture of my nephew and his wife, with the dam behind them:

Javier liked to walk there too.

It was wet and wild fun for a dog that doesn't get out much.

Here's how the Gibson Pond Dam looks now:

The walkways were destroyed too, or at least rendered dangerous to use.

There's lots of crime scene tape so folks get the message and stay out.

The overpass running across Twelvemile Creek at the dam was open, and I wish I'd gotten some photos from that vantage point, looking back at the broken dam. Apologies. I was short on time.

Moving along upstream, the third and last dam to break (although not necessarily in that order; someone told me this dam broke first) was the very old earthen dam at Lexington Mill Pond.

The old mill is exactly what it sounds like: A cotton mill built in the last decade of the nineteenth century.

It has been preserved and restored and for many years has housed a number of businesses.

It's nice to see that although the dam broke and a great deal of property was destroyed, someone's sense of humor remained intact.

But it's a shame they're missing that E. Oh and an I.

Lean times.

In the above photo you can see by the dark stain on the brick, how far the water came up into the old mill.

Whatever was behind these doors is now sodden rubble. But at least she said yes.

The tall old smokestack was unfazed.

In the back part of the old mill, the damage was extensive. TG clambered up over some rubble to take this picture for you:

He took this one too. Click these to embiggen.

The water was still rushing strong when we were there a few weeks ago.

The metal structure is the remains of a footbridge that people could use to walk across to the mill shops from an overflow parking lot.

Before the flood, it was asphalt all the way up to the far edge of that little bridge. It's all gone now.

To help give you extra perspective, here's an aerial video taken on the day the dams broke. It's not exciting but you can see from the air, everything I've showed you from the ground.

TG just reminded me that I promised you I'd post this on Monday. Here it is Tuesday morning (technically) but as far as I'm concerned it's still Monday (technically) because I haven't gone to bed yet.

That's a situation I plan to remedy within moments. Another rainy day is promised for tomorrow. I mean today.


Happy Monday Tuesday New Week