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.
Fluffed my beard by scratching for my photo shoot. I’m next to an antique mantle clock my dad got for my mom back in ‘72—-hence the antique sepia-toned print. 1972 might as well be the 19th Century to many of my millenial followers ;-P
After some repairs, I picked it up today. Getting used to the tick-tock sound again for the first time in a decade. It takes a few days. I’m pulling the hammer that hits the coil for the hourly chimes a little farther out……otherwise you wake up in the middle of a difficult night’s sleep, and count, “one….two….three……” and your mind goes something like, wtf! I’ve only got four hours before I have to wake up!”
It’s not a terribly valuable piece, but it means a lot to me. That’s the way it goes sometimes.