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05/21/21 06:34 AM #9431    

 

Donna Kelley (Velazquez)

Jim, I saw the photo without an explanation on FB the other day. Fortunately I just saw it posted again with a short poetic explanation. Until then I just knew that I didn't do it! :-)

 

"The thinner tree was cut years ago and the big one has been holding and feeding it since then. They "wake up" together in the spring and "go to sleep" together in the autumn."

 


05/21/21 09:35 AM #9432    

 

James Hamilton, M. D.

Donna,

Thanks, the two are obviously thriving quite well.

My guess was that some arborist, years ago, did a couple of branch grafts between them that took very nicely.

Jim


05/22/21 02:31 PM #9433    

 

Joseph D. McCarthy

Donna I think your arboritis experimented in California before moving back to Spain.

    

 

And Dr. Jim here are a couple of Multi-trunk trees for you.

 


05/23/21 05:15 PM #9434    

 

James Hamilton, M. D.

Joe McC.,

Those trees have more trunks than a herd of elephants circling their young against a pride of lions!

To All, 

Since we are still talking trees I finally, after two months, have completed the newest gallery (37 photos) for my Zenfolio website. It is entitled "A Tribute to Trees, Forests, Woods and Leaves"

This is a direct link to the gallery:

https://mountainmemories.zenfolio.com/p96334597

 

Each picture has a title and a descriptive text (caption) about the place, date and meaning of the shot. That info does not show up on cellphones so you may want to view them on a computer. Just click on the first picture and advance with the arrow. Ignore the prce list.

Hope you enjoy it and are having a great spring wherever you live!

 

Jim

 

 


05/24/21 12:18 PM #9435    

 

Mark Schweickart

Jim – Fabulous photos, my friend!  Truly stunning work. And quite a website as well. I bounced around several pages where I learned about your use of  things like circular polarizing filters and other, as you call them, "gizmos." Let me ask you a question. What's your opinion of these ring-lights one can get for the camera on one's phone these days? Do they do a good job removing unwanted shadows and/or creating a pleasing reflection in the eye  when doing portrait work? I used to be really into photography, but have gotten away from it since I left  working in a camera-rental facility some twenty years ago. Back then, I was primarily involved with motion-picture cameras (film, not digital) but we also rented a lot of still cameras (yes, film, not digital- my, how things have changed). We did not have ring lights in those days, but it was not uncommon to add a small light, called an obie light, above a motion-picture camera's lens for close-up work  for this purpose.

A possible interesing factoid for you – I always thought that "obie" was just a weird spelling for what should have been "o.b." meaning short for an "on-board" light. But one day, a more savvy guy than myself  was prepping a camera at our shop, and when I brought this up, he explained to me that it was spelled "obie" because this type of light was developed for the actress Merle Oberon by her cinematograpgher husband back in the 1940's. Apparently, after being in a car accident, Ms.Oberon had been left with several small scars on her face. Her talented husband realized he could soften and make these scars relatively unnoticable by positioning a small light directly above the lens. This light then also, serendipitously,  created a lovely "catch light" reflected in her eyes. Hence the "obie light" was borne, and I guess, why we have today's ring-lights.  


05/24/21 01:20 PM #9436    

Timothy Lavelle

One thing about Covid...it allowed for sooo much time to look at those "toys" that were must haves once upon a time in a new light. 

SELL THIS CRAP became the new LaVelle Fam Motto. You can see it right there on the shield under the bottle of Jameson and the Erin, Go Braless! diagonal banner.

So just a hint. Take those rusting roller skates  you bought at that garage sale in 1987 and put 'em on Craigslist. There are just tons of people out there who can't wait to send you an e-mail asking "Is this still for sale" within 15 minutes of you listing it! You'll make new friends...some of them with money in their pockets. I will very much miss some of the toys...but selling sure does make room for newer toys!

Need a motorcycle as a conversation piece? How about a drill press?

Remember "Canned Heat"? What did they want you always to remember?


05/24/21 02:43 PM #9437    

 

James Hamilton, M. D.

Mark,

Thanks for the complement and for checking out the gallery and the website.

I have never owned nor used a ring light. Most of my attention has always been on landscapes and I use a flash unit in very few instances there (such as in the "Hoarfrost" image in that "trees" gallery). Although I do a moderate amount of close up photography and will sometimes use a flash for those, true macro photos are something I have not done since my slide days, and then I used two flash units, one from each side of the subject.

For some portraits that I have done I have used multiple flash units on which I attached "slave" triggers and a main flash on my camera using a 'bounce" technique off of a white ceiling. That worked quite well to avoid red eye. With group (family) photos I just crank up the camera mounted flash and bounce it and get no red eyes.

As for cell phones, the cameras of which have become quite sophisticated, I would assume a ring flash could achieve a pleasant appearance of a circular ring of light in the eyes of a close up subject, but again, I have no first hand experience.

On occasions when I do find the dreaded red eye, I have removed it by various techniques in Photoshop which is not as easy as some of that software would lead you to believe. And even after some labor intensive efforts, my results have been acceptable but far from perfect.

Hope this helps,

Jim

 

 


05/24/21 04:08 PM #9438    

Timothy Lavelle

So, Jim, that's a definite "No" on the drill press?


05/24/21 05:46 PM #9439    

 

James Hamilton, M. D.

Tim, 

A "no" on tthe drill press. Do you have any slightly damaged riding lawn mowers or used crutches?

Jim 


05/25/21 12:04 PM #9440    

Lawrence Foster

Finished another Jon gnagy sketch that has trees in it.  Going to put the sketch book down for a while and do some family history things.   Thanks to all for the kind words about my drawings.    


05/25/21 12:29 PM #9441    

 

Janie Albright (Blank)

Mary Kay thanks for sending me this.  A celebration of Toni’s life will be held on Saturday, June 5, 4pm-7pm, at the Columbus Italian Club, 1739 W. 3rd Ave, 43212. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Bishop Watterson Family Scholarship in Toni’s memory by visiting www.bishopwatterson.com  

https://www.schoedinger.com/m/obituaries/Toni-Cardi/Memories

 


05/25/21 03:20 PM #9442    

 

Michael McLeod

Here's a rough draft of a column I just wrote about Billy Collins. Since it touches on a Catholic education I thought I might post it here. If it reminds you of bad experiences in Latin class I apologize.

Don't know if you've discovered Billy's poetry but he's really clever in a Garrison Keillor sort of way. It's been a thrill getting to know him and we do bond a bit over the Catholic education thing.

I carped about it then and probably got c's in latin class but it has surely helped me as a writer in the long run.

Sorry my mom isn't around. She would dearly love this. 

 

 

 

As a rule, Billy Collins, a native New Yorker and former two-term U.S. poet laureate who lives in Winter Park (and regularly contributes to this publication) can write a verse of the sort that has made him the most popular American poet of his generation in one sitting.

          I try not to hate him for that.

          It helps to know that it took decades for him to refine the urbane yet down-to-earth musings that “put the fun back in profundity,” as one reviewer phrased it, while addressing the simple mysteries of everyday life – from trying to fathom what a dog might really think of its master to wondering why a teenager steeped in the raw energy of adolescence can’t find the energy to clean up her room.

          Collins, having just turned 80 and published his 13th book of verse, has arrived at the stage of a writer’s career when his attention turns to the legacy he’ll leave behind.

          He placed his notes, diaries and other historical papers to the University of Texas, where they’ll be in good company alongside archival material from other significant poets such as Marianne Moore, Ezra Pound, E.E. Cummings, T.S. Elliot, Anne Sexton and Dylan Thomas.

          More recently, Collins donated $250,000 to create an endowed scholarship for promising college students. But the gift didn’t go to an institution with a noted creative writing program, as you might expect.   Instead, it was given to his alma mater -- the College of the Holy Cross in Worcester, Massachusetts -- specifically to support a considerably less glamorous program: classics.

           The Billy Collins ’63 Scholarship for Studies in Classics includes the initial gift as well as a match through the college’s Hope + Access Campaign for Financial Aid, bringing the total to $500,000.

          Each year, two recipients who have demonstrated both a financial need and a commitment to major in the discipline will receive the scholarships, which will be awarded in perpetuity.

          “I’m pleased to create this endowment at Holy Cross because its classics program is the most spirited and highly regarded of any such program at a liberal arts college in the United States,” said Collins in a press release.

          He added: “My years of studying classics there provided me with a solid underpinning to my career as a teacher and as a poet. When I’m composing poems, the classical languages are among the candles that light up my page.”

          Though a certain amount of sentiment is involved here, there’s quite a bit more to it than that. Collins graduated from Holy Cross in 1963 with a degree in English. The students were all male (until 1972) and the faculty consisted of Jesuits – the highly-educated, hard-core order of priests who are essentially the Roman Catholic equivalent of the Marines.

          Their charges at the college wore coats and ties to classes and the cafeteria, were rousted out of bed at 5 a.m. for misbehaving, and studied Latin and Greek -- both the languages themselves and the classical cultures and philosophies in which they evolved.

          Collins learned to love poetry from his mother, who read it to him as a child. He learned conviviality from his father, an Irish-Catholic insurance executive who could walk into a tavern and turn strangers into back-slapping friends.

          And he learned not to take himself seriously from his classmates: “If you took yourself too seriously in grade school, you got beat up. If you took yourself too seriously in high school, you were ridiculed.”

          But press him for the bedrock of his success as an English professor for 35 years and a poet with a worldwide fan base, and he’ll tell you it was what he learned at Holy Cross about the humanistic philosophies and rhythms of language invented by the ancients, passed down through the generations. 

          An interviewer once described Collins as “the class clown in the schoolhouse of American poets.” Fair enough. But he was a clown with an education in the classics – and that made all the difference.

          Though Collins didn’t plan it this way, his gesture of support for the discipline arrives at a time when classics departments across the country find themselves caught up in the political and cultural clashes of the day. 

          One reason is that white supremacy groups have seized on classical iconography and a twisted interpretation of Greek and Roman cultures to support racist ideology. This has led some scholars to reexamine their responsibility to research and convey the realities of Greco-Roman attitudes about race.

          A key figure in the debate is Dan-el Padilla Peralta, a Princeton University classics professor who has dedicated much of his career to researching slavery as it existed in Greece and Rome.

          Peralta has even suggested that, given the historic misappropriation of Greco-Roman ideals from the Nazis to present-day extremists, classics departments should be disbanded, rebuilt from scratch and focused exclusively on combatting such views.

          Not surprisingly, that notion has churned up the still, staid waters of academe. The issue is especially puzzling to Collins, who sees the matter through two lenses.

          As an educator who taught classes in English literature for 35 years, “I just never considered the classics to be in need of defending,” he says. “They’re so foundational to our common understanding at all levels. You might as well bring math and physics into question.”

          As a wordsmith, Collins is keenly aware that Latin-derived words make up roughly 50 percent of the English language. The percentage is much higher in certain categories. Words that represent abstractions are largely Latin-based, while words with Anglo-Saxon roots tend to describe concrete, specific things.

          “It’s like two verbal pigots,” says Collins. “A good poet knows when to turn which faucet on and off.”

          Obviously reassessing traditions so deeply imbedded in both our culture and our languages is a delicate task. But it’s one that’s already being taken on by some classics experts.

          One of them is Rebecca Futo Kennedy, associate professor of classics in the Women’s and Gender Studies Department at Denison University in Granville, Ohio, who incorporates discussion of race and ethnicity in her classes.

          “The responsibility rests with all of us to look at how and what we teach -- especially when it contributes to the continued use of the classical past to support modern white supremacy,” she says.

           Kennedy is careful to emphasize the long-standing tradition of the Romans to allow anyone – both the descendants of freed slaves and people of other ethnic groups in the provinces – to earn citizenship as a Roman.

          She says that this fact doesn’t mean Romans didn’t have prejudices.

What it does mean is that Romans must have had a fundamental understanding of diversity as an alloy that strengthens a culture. Mark that down as yet another lesson the ancients passed down to us.

          And by the way: You probably know what an alloy is. It’s when you blend two metals together to create another metal with more strength and durability.

          But you might not know its derivation. Neither did I until I just now looked it up. It’s from Old French, alijer, which means “to join” – and the Latin, alligare, which means “to bind.”

 


05/26/21 12:44 PM #9443    

 

David Mitchell

You all know by now that I live near the resort island of Hilton Head. And the town is Bluffton, where Pat Conroy lived while he was writing "Prince of Tides". (Yes, he also lived in nearby Beaufort where he wrote about his manic father in "The Great Santini" - played by Robert Duval) and also The Water is Wide"  (about teaching the poor "Gullah" children of Daufuskie Island) - and Chareston - "Lords of Discipline", "South of Broad" - his worst by all acounts - and other books set in our area). 

Here in Bluffton, I live on the May River, an estuary that flows out past extensive oyster bed waters to the back of Hilton Head Island. The May River was Johnny Mercer's inspiration for his oscar winning song "Moon River". He was from nearby Savannah and had a house here in Bluffton on that May River. I beleive he wrote somewhere upwards of 1,600 songs!

There have been a number of movies filmed in the area, Forest Gump, The Big Chill, Midnight in the Garden of Evil, The Notebook, and others. 

Out on "the Island" the beach (on the eastern, or ocean side), goes on forever and there are about 19 golf courses (not to mention about a dozen here in Bluffton). And I would guess there are several hundred restaurants, many high-end fancy ones on the Island (and in our "new" downtown, where we went from one restauranst to 14 in about six years.

The area is blessed with a lot of cultural points of interest and enjoyment.

But after 19 years in the area, I just recently discovered what must be considered the culteral high point of the region, and no doubt, the single most attractive draw for vistors from afar. A shop, located in the commercial part of Coligny Plaza (sort of "downtown Hilton Head" if you will) right next to our old surviving Piggly Wiggly grocery store. I had no idea what heights we had achieved.

(my apologies for the sideways shot - can't get it upright)

If you zoom close, you will note sevral enticing features. The flavors posted on the glass panel to the right of the door include Alligator, Python, Kangaroo, Camel, Shark, Ostrich, and Vennison.  MMMMM Ostrich Jerky!

But the bonus is on the sign to the left - the various flavors of popcorn - includng (at the bottom of the middle row) "Unicorn Poo" 

Y'all come see us (but don't expect to get a rental car, a cab or an Uber - it's a travelers nightmare down here!)


05/27/21 11:32 AM #9444    

 

Michael McLeod

oh, just a random beautiful delicate thing that if it doesn't bring tears to your eye you must be made of stone

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhBBHm00Jfg


05/27/21 12:54 PM #9445    

 

Mark Schweickart

Happy Birthday Jocko!

But hey, what's with all these birthdays? It's starting to make us feel old. I suggest we acknowledge that that other Jack  (Jack Benny) was right. But maybe we should say 59 instead of 39. Might be a tad more believable.


05/28/21 09:43 AM #9446    

 

John Maxwell

Mark,
Thanks. And I agree with Mr. Benny.

05/28/21 02:17 PM #9447    

 

Mark Schweickart

One good thing about getting married on a holiday is that makes it much easier NOT TO FORGET YOUR ANNIVERSARY! So, having my wedding anniversary fall on "Memorial Day weekend, always saves my forgetful ass. Maddy and I tied the knot, jumped the broom, got spliced, etc. this weekend 17 years ago. I wrote her this song back then, and as you can tell from the bookending pictures, it was definitely a while ago, ahem!. Ain't getting old a treat? I have taken to referring to seeing myself in the morning when I shave as "seeing myself in my mourning mirror."  Anyway, the opening picture is us dressed for Halloween from back then as Groucho and Mae West, and the ending photo is us plopped down on our front porch in our wedding duds. Too bad we don't still look like that. But we still have each other, and that's the important part. Yay!



 


05/28/21 05:20 PM #9448    

 

Mary Ann Nolan (Thomas)

Dave,

Pat Conroy was a personal friend of mine  and my husband. 
I heave read just about every book he wrote. He considered Beaufort to be his hometown.

 


05/29/21 10:28 AM #9449    

 

Michael McLeod

Mary Ann! I am not worthy!

You knew a legend. I know what that is like. You feel so damn lucky and honored and in my case if it's a writer or anybody who is good at what they do I try to soak up the lessons that are there to be learned - and learned better than anything you can absorb from an interview on tv or the pages of a book. 

Mark: You sound like Bob Dylan, only happier.


05/29/21 11:33 AM #9450    

 

David Mitchell

Mary Ann,

I was aware of your connecion to Pat Conroy - as well as a few other notables from films shot in Beaufort. I have wondered if you have some stories to share about some of your "Hollywood" guests over the years?

 

 


05/29/21 11:53 PM #9451    

 

David Mitchell

About 51 years ago, I was on one of two R&R's I took in Hong Kong. One night I decided to go to the movies. It was Butch and Sundance, and I loved this song.

B.J. Thomas passed away today. 

The song will always bring back memories of that night, sitting in the front row of the the balcony of a large and grandly decorated, single screen theater, surrounded by young Chinese couples - some showing some mild annoyance at me for laughing at the jokes about a second before they could read the Chinese subtitles.

Ahhh, Katharine Ross and Paul Newman on a bicycle. Does it get any better than that?

("Who are those guys?")




05/30/21 11:20 AM #9452    

 

Mary Ann Nolan (Thomas)

Mike M, we have lots of fun stories about Pat.  


05/30/21 12:37 PM #9453    

 

Michael McLeod

I'd love to hear any of them if you ever feel moved to post here or message me.


05/30/21 03:10 PM #9454    

 

Michael McLeod

Oh and Dave: I just remember now how much sitting in a theater watching a movie meant when you're a zillion miles from home. Didn't matter all that much what the movie was. Just the illusion of normalcy provided a nice buzz.


05/30/21 04:12 PM #9455    

 

Michael McLeod

A few thoughts on Memorial Day, from fellow writer and friend, Margaret Renkl.

Much as I hate to agree with her in this case, I do.

 

A Contributing Opinion Writer based in Nashville who covers flora, fauna, politics and culture in the American South

NASHVILLE — For the first 13 years of my life, my country was at war in Vietnam. Every night, my father would watch the news — sometimes Huntley and Brinkley, sometimes Walter Cronkite — and almost every night I sat on the floor next to him while he smoked a cigarette and swirled the ice in his glass. I loved the scent of him, the smell of smoke and sweat and whiskey. I would lean against his warm leg, only half listening to the news.

I don’t remember how old I was when I first noticed the casualty counts that closed those broadcasts, but at some point it dawned on me that boys in America grow up and go to war, and some of them die there. American boys had been dying in Vietnam for my entire life, and I assumed they would always be dying there.

My father never went to war. He was too young for World War II and too old for Vietnam. During the Korean War, he was in the Army Reserve or the National Guard; I don’t remember which. He was prepared to go when called, but he was never called. He once remarked that his was the only Alabama unit to spend the entire Korean War in Alabama, and he regarded this circumstance impassively, with neither relief nor dismay. It was simply the luck of the draw.

Young men of my father’s generation grew up during wartime and generally expected to serve when their turn came. No generation since has felt the same way. There are compelling reasons for that shift — the protracted catastrophe in Vietnam not least — but I’m less interested in why it happened than in what it tells us about our country now. What does it mean to live in a nation with no expectation for national service? With no close-hand experience of national sacrifice?

I don’t mean to glorify war. I have vehemently opposed every ill-advised military excursion this country has engaged in and mourned the unnecessary suffering that our leaders’ arrogance has caused all over the globe. But ever since I sat at my father’s knee and listened to the nightly casualty count in Vietnam, I have never been anything less than grateful for the servicemen and women themselves, and every year I find it a little bit heartbreaking to be reminded of what Memorial Day has become.

For some service members’ families, Memorial Day is truly a time for remembrance and fresh grief, but it has been decades now since those profound losses were felt in every community, by nearly every family. For most of us, Memorial Day simply marks the unofficial beginning of summer — a chance to cookout, to go swimming, or to sit with friends in the shade of the long, long afternoon, waiting for lightning bugs to come out.

In 1906, the American philosopher William James delivered an address at Stanford University that was later published as “Proposing the Moral Equivalent of War.” In it, he made the case for a form of compulsory national service that would instill the same virtues as those so often ascribed to military service. Without the fear and brutality of war, national service would be a morally uncomplicated way for young people “to get the childishness knocked out of them, and to come back into society with healthier sympathies and soberer ideas.”

Some of James’s own sober ideas have not survived the test of time. He thought, for instance, that waging “immemorial human warfare against nature” was an apt use of young people conscripted into national service, though the human war against nature has never needed reinforcements. We have been waging unceasing war against nature for the entire history of humanity.

Nevertheless, the need for some nonmartial way to nurture communitarian qualities is more urgent now than ever. We have lately been reminded of the absolute necessity for Americans to be motivated by warm fellow feeling across divides of region, race, class, politics, religion, age, gender or ability; to cultivate a sense of common purpose; to make sacrifices for the sake of others. And that reminder came in the form of watching what happens when such qualities are absent, even anathema, in whole regions of the country.

Lied to by the president of the United States and egged on by craven commentators, many Americans staunchly refused to give up social gatherings, no matter that staying home was the best way to keep the virus from spreading. They refused to wear masks, and they mocked and harassed people who did. Some are, even now, rejecting a vaccine that could keep the virus from mutating into so many variants that there will be no hope of containing it. And they have done it all, they insist, because they are patriots.

Covid deaths are counted in such inconsistent ways that we may never know their true number, but by one estimate as many as 900,000 Americans have already died of the virus. If you exclude the Civil War, in which Americans fought on both sides, that’s more Americans lost to Covid than in all the other wars we have fought. Combined.

In short, the coronavirus pandemic became a perfect illustration of James’s “moral equivalent of war.” We weren’t fighting a human enemy, but we were fighting for our lives even so. This national calamity, this invasion by a destructive and unstoppable force, was our chance to come together across every possible division. We could finally remember how to sacrifice on behalf of our fellow Americans, how to mourn together the unfathomable losses — not just of life but of security, camaraderie, the capacity for hope.

Plenty of Americans — essential workers, first responders, hospital staff, teachers and many others — lost their lives because they made such sacrifices. Millions more complied unhesitatingly with measures designed to keep the most vulnerable among us safe. But too, too many of us did not. Too many were hostile to the very idea that they should alter their behavior even in the smallest way for the sake of strangers.

But for those “patriots,” we might be able now to imagine the proclamation of another kind of Memorial Day, one that commemorates not self-sacrifice in war but the lives we saved by joining together to serve the same cause. If Vietnam exploded the unquestioned commitment to national service, the coronavirus pandemic should have been the very thing to bring it back.

That it did exactly the opposite tells us something about who we are as human beings, and who we are as a nation. There is more to mourn today than I ever understood before.


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