All images copyright 2014 Who Knows Where or When.
The thing that has fascinated me most in life is Time, the passage of it and my relationship to it as I age.
I was born in 1957; the first artificial satellite, Sputnik, was put into orbit by the Commies and set off a panic here....the first Pink Flamingo lawn ornament rolled off the assembly line, and "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" was first published, by Dr. Seuss, Burt Bacharach joined with lyracist Hal David to create some wonderful songs and five days after I was born, John Lennon was introduced to Paul McCartney (!)
Things that matter most to me are family, friends, my kitty kats, plants, art, making art....laughing and making friends laugh, continuing to find peace of mind. I see affirmation posts on Tumblr esp by young folks and I wish them luck with this one....it's probably more of a life-long journey than something we magically happen upon.
I love the plant world, and feel an kinship, as if I actually were one. They're the other major form of life we share this planet with, but very few of our race treat them with the dignity and respect they deserve.
We hear of animal rights, thank God, but not enough of plant rights.
I remind people: we need them, for the air we breathe and the food we eat, they're not dependent upon us!
So sit back and enjoy one man's musings on the world of plants, cats, stories of my lifetime, and of course my manly man beard and its history.
Thanks for visiting.
"Where or When" is a song by the team of Rogers and Hart. Lorenz Hart was a gifted lyricist, who happened to be gay, and wrote lyrics to some of the most beautiful love songs I've ever heard. The wonderful melodies were composed by Richard Rogers, before he teamed up with Hammerstein.
Negative Connotation: a liberal environmentalist the conservative right hates. A term conservatives bandy about to describe someone as harmless by their doe-eyed love of nature but dangerous ‘cause they’re too biased and dumb to weigh both sides of an environmental issue. And they do throw it around like mud, and it hurts each time I read it.
(My) Positive Connotation: a flattering term used to describe someone who cherishes and respects nature, in part due to their knowledge that we need plants to be able to breathe and eat—-they really don’t need us. Maybe we should explain that to the many idiots that still don’t believe in climate change, the part, at least, that humans have contributed.
Me last summer hugging a 300 (?) year old White Oak at a family member’s farm to prove a point! What a beauty. And all it’s seen in its lifetime. All those summer storms, rains, snowfalls and sunsets. Amazing.