People who have near death experiences all talk about a peaceful, euphoric , bright light enveloping them. From the moment we are conceived, we are moving towards that light. This is my heels diggin' in, I don't wanna' go, reluctant journey, into the light. Stephen
All photography, and writing on INTO THE LIGHT are done by me, unless otherwise noted. I prepare all the food in the "Food Chain," and eat it too. If I use your stuff without linking to it, you will be credited. Please do the same for me. Stephen
"Moral excellence comes about as a result of habit. We become just by doing just acts, temperate by doing temperate acts, brave by doing brave acts." Aristotle
"Conscience is the root of all true courage; if a man would be brave let him obey his conscience." James Freeman Clarke
"Courage without conscience is a wild beast." Robert G. Ingersoll
"Cautious, careful people, always casting about to preserve their reputation and social standing, never can bring about a reform. Those who are really in earnest must be willing to be anything or nothing in the world's estimation, and publicly and privately, in season and out, avow their sympathy with despised and persecuted ideas and their advocates, and bear the consequences." Susan B. Anthony
"We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend." Marie De Beausaco
"We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office." Aesop
"There is one safeguard known generally to the wise, which is an advantage and security to all, but especially to democracies as against despots, What is it? Distrust." Demosthenes
"He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her." Jesus Christ
"a slow mouse, is a good mouse."
"HHMMmm. That's odd. I thought I was right."
"You were, except,,,,,, well, except that you were the only one who knew it. "
My lake is constant level. To an extent. When a whole bunch of the water flowing to LA and Phoenix is pumped from here, the straw has to stay in the coke. But there are at least 1 or 2 low tides every year. Usually for pump station maintenance. Like today.
In just those last few precious moments of cinnamon light, lying on a pad, in the mud, playing photographer, I had a visitor.
Seriously, I'm talking about a really cool moment.
OK, OK, I know it's not in focus. But you get the idea. (Dear Santa, D90 please.)
Anyway, about that low tide......It was just an excuse to go down to the water.
Did you see the arched, "prepare to dive" coot? (clicpic)
Feel free to use any one of these pics in any way you want. They are my gift to you. I hope you put them in a calendar and make a million bucks. Me and my camera are just a conduit, to move moments in time forward, to now. I hope you like them.
Yeah, it's been a cold winter. Traditionally, we've been the official "hottest city in America." Not this year. Crossman peak has been snowcapped twice already. Dang that Al Gore.
But mostly, it's been good. As usual.
The Needles. Oration not needed.
Botannical Phalanx. Tough neighborhood. The day job can be prickly as well.
I should have stayed in school. Then I could have slept in. But then of course I would have missed this on my way down to the work scow. This sunrise was glorious. I don't use "glorious" very often.
This golden shot is from our regional boating safety center. Agua cop shop.
Ok, last one. Goodnight and I hope these gifts end up on a few desktops
Hey earthlings. I have a couple things on here that I like, and don't want to lose the freshness of their original publication. So I haven't hit DELETE. And that made me feel guilty about not adding any new content. It's been tough around here. Plus, Facebook + Family = Discretionary Cyber Time Eater. But I have still been eating well.
That's a flank steak, marinated in salsa ranchera, stuffed with sweet onions and tomatoes. I stuffed it after I had charred it on both sides, then went low and slow. Yum. Speaking of great cuts of beef.........Flat Iron, flat out good.
Feel free at any time to click on these pics and get real hungry, real quick.
WAIT! That's not fish. Oopsie. Here we go.
Plus, I've been doing a little orchard tending. And juicing. And juicing. And juicing. This is the front gate to the orchard.
Oh yeah, the fruit.
Those puppies are just hanging on, sweetening up. Their cousins, preceded them.
And finally, because I'm sleepy, supper, last night. Good night.
Yet, who shall speak for the oppressed? Loosen the muzzle of muteness. Nourish the embers of courage. Who shall hold the torch high, that others may find the path? The light is of the truth. Who among us will shout that truth without shame? Great is the man who sacrifices for the least amongst others. Are there none who will unsheath their sword and move forward past the appeaser? Who will be my brother?