On teaching…the job seems to require the sort of skills one would need to pilot a bus full of live chickens backwards, with no brakes, down a rocky road through the Andes while simultaneously providing colorful and informative commentary on the scenery.

Franklin Habbit

I've often thought that there was a no-brainer element in photography...How could one not succeed with a tree such as this one!

So what is art? Can art be fun to make or does one have to suffer? Too much deep thinking for a Sunday morning from someone who is trying to revive her blog...and is much to her disappointment finding that Pinterest has become vapid...they're sending me recipes for goodness sake.

I have no idea where this came from but I also don't want to die out again:

Language is a virus from outer space.

Or
Virus is a language from outer space!

I should really have a data base of photos...just so that I don't repeat myself...but...I don't.

I have been reminded of two Biblical stories in the past week...one the story Job with whom I identify even though I don't approve of the outcome and the other of Mary and Martha. Martha worked to prepare food whilst Mary sat at the feet of Jesus. Now...it just depends on how often Mary sat at the feet of Jesus and whether or not she ever helped out in the kitchen...but I identify with Martha. Someone has to wash the dishes...metaphorically speaking!

This is my cat chasing the shadow of a crow...
Today I was stopped at a light.
Someone...no...a police person was managing the light.
He or she was dressed to the point where his or her face was completely covered save for some goggles and even they were covered...
It was very cold out.
I understood.
But I couldn't help considering the irony that the government is putting through a bill stopping people from covering their faces in public.
I was tempted to take a picture but he or she might not understand.

Ok...I've been reading my blogs...and I feel guilty...I should be blogging...
Today, I discovered that someone in the garage ran into my brand new car.
Today I dealt with a woman who has had Parkinson's for 38 years...she has done well because of her nature...
She makes me grumpy because of her nature...
She explained that she was a Cancer...a crap...(Wait! I meant crab! But that's so funny that I'm leaving it. I love the auto correct on my phone...sometimes I just say - Whatever!) she "walked sideways."
And I sit here embarrassed by my dismay at my car and feeling guilty because I am so privileged.
And suddenly I wondered if I should get religion.
Would that make me nicer?