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.
And here’s a glimpse of the garden I wrote about often when I started my blog in early February 2012. It was showcased in the Minneapolis newspaper way back when. I’ve got the entire article scanned so I’ll post again soon.
The photographer used a wide angle lens, so my face appears wider than it actually is—-at least I notice and it looks odd. I’m 43 here.
The garden grew over an eight year period and I had to leave it behind at my ex’s house when we split. So now two places later I still grow everything in submerged pots for eventual relocation (!)
If you notice my hands have blood on them from scratches. No, it wasn’t from the ex, I’d still live there a few more years :-O We took in a wild Groundhog, and she got nervous since I had handled her longer than usual for the shoot.
And what a lovely meditative place it was…..and fun to plan and plant. I had become proud of my labor of love long before the article. But it was you might say icing on the cake.