David,
You wrote, "As for the photos. To me number twenty-two is perfect.'
I don't see a number 22. To see the number I assigned the photos you
have to click on the little "i". Then click on "show more."
When I simply count them starting with the first one Smugmug shows me,
then "22" is "0271" (0271 being my number) . The full designation is
"Z50_0271_DxO.jpg, ("Z50 being the Nikon camera I used, DxO being the
editing tool, and jpg being the finished format). That being said 0271
is the third photo of a rabbit chase. The dogs saw the rabbit in 0269,
ran after it in 0270, kept going as the rabbit ran into the rocks in
0271, and then in 0272 are resting sans rabbit as I catch up to them.
Is 0271 the shot you liked?
I didn't rate them, but sort of did that just now, and the one I liked
best, not for its artistic merit, but in 0308 Jessica seems to be
staring at a painted stone, some taggers idea of modern art, as though
she is trying to figure it out. She is quite smart. I wouldn't at all
be surprised to learn that she was an art critic.
Other than that, I liked the white tree hiding a bit behind some green
leaves. It is the first of a series. Actually there were others I
didn't post. I thought 0315 came out the best.
You quoted a piece from the New York Times, which I shall in a few
moments read. I almost quoted a different piece from this morning's
NYT: "Stephen Fry Would Like to Remind you That you have no Free Will"
by David Marchese:
https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2021/05/03/magazine/stephen-fry-interview.html?action=click&algo=bandit-all-surfaces-engagement-time-weight&block=trending_recirc&fellback=false&imp_id=807402849&impression_id=9c63b882-ac0f-11eb-940a-77482c40ee4e&index=2&pgtype=Article&pool=pool%2F91fcf81c-4fb0-49ff-bd57-a24647c85ea1®ion=footer&req_id=160661092&surface=most-popular-story&variant=5_bandit-all-surfaces-engagement-time-weight
However I didn't post it because I could imagine a
philosophical/religious argument getting out of hand, but perhaps that
wouldn't have happened. Everyone inclined to let arguments get out of
hand, and perhaps I used to be the foremost offender, has either
disappeared or aged to the point of not wanting to argue anymore. Thus
far, thankfully, I fit into the latter and not the former category.
But thanks for thinking one of my shots might be perfect. :-)
Lawrence
On 5/3/2021 11:44 AM, david ritchie wrote:
On May 2, 2021, at 7:02 PM, Lawrence Helm <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx <mailto:lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>> wrote:You managed to bring Nathan Hale to mind as I walked Hamish this morning. My thought was that readers do not have “but one life”; they have many. I teach a course called “Perspectives,” which encourages students to put themselves in the shoes of others. In my reading and thinking recently I’ve been on Anzio Beach, and on the vitctims’ side at Wounded Knee. And in what I call my “circle of care”—those people I support no matter what—one is getting married and another will be having a baby. In that way of living, experience is in constant flux either because the Germans are running out of artillery ammunition or because everyone is aging and being replaced.
David,
You said once, if I remember correctly, that after you lose them all, you don't intend to replace them. I wasn't thinking in quite those terms when I lost my last Ridgeback, Ben, but I have had to rethink some things since then. I am 86 with a bum leg.
I claim no originality here, I’m just responding to your question about whether the chickens will be replaced. Yes, of course they will. But by more chickens? I doubt that.
BTW I checked the tale of Hale. Apparently historians are uncertain what he actually said. When writing about Appenzeller’s death I was wondering what her last words might have been. Probably banal. I read this piece today: https://www.nytimes.com/2021/04/30/world/europe/gareth-wild-parking-bromley-sainsbury.html?action=click&algo=bandit-all-surfaces-decay-decay-02&block=trending_recirc&fellback=false&imp_id=3641831&impression_id=06e03eb6-ac2c-11eb-8f03-2b95f346ef4c&index=6&pgtype=Article&pool=pool%2F91fcf81c-4fb0-49ff-bd57-a24647c85ea1®ion=footer&req_id=186964716&surface=most-popular-story&variant=1_bandit-all-surfaces-decay-decay-02 <https://www.nytimes.com/2021/04/30/world/europe/gareth-wild-parking-bromley-sainsbury.html?action=click&algo=bandit-all-surfaces-decay-decay-02&block=trending_recirc&fellback=false&imp_id=3641831&impression_id=06e03eb6-ac2c-11eb-8f03-2b95f346ef4c&index=6&pgtype=Article&pool=pool/91fcf81c-4fb0-49ff-bd57-a24647c85ea1®ion=footer&req_id=186964716&surface=most-popular-story&variant=1_bandit-all-surfaces-decay-decay-02>
That very car park was where my brother sat, with mending ankle, and waited for me to say goodbye to my mother’s mortal remains. What were my last words to her, or hers to me? The last conversation I had with her was from a pay phone at Gatwick airport. She probably said something like, “Have a nice flight.”
You must like arid a lot more than I do.
David Ritchie,
a green and pleasant land.
