|Oops again Bob . . and I shant comment further myself for to disagree is to invite further comment and we are a shared group of|
common interests regarding the marvelous world of historical photographic processes, of which you are a technically talented
practitioner. I too grew up during WWII though I'd think you're a wee bit older. Perhaps being a San Franciscan and having lived an alternative life one could consider me a full blown flower child pursuing life with a loose lariat so as to allow liberty to pursue happiness.
Suzuki Roshi, whom I once had dinner with, said that life is like stepping into a boat that about to set out to sea . . . and sink. Well, creativity
is something I embrace and believe in during crisis. The Inuit set to sea in waters frigid where death comes in half a minute if you fall in. They pursue walruses in their 9 or 10 or 14 man umiak (which means woman's boat), an open 30' boat. When some are sighted on a floe, the Inuit come in close and shoot one. The other walruses are angered and plunge into the water to give chase and when neath the umiak turn to rake their tusks and rip the bottom from the boat. When underneath though the Inuit shoot many times, killing a second walrus but now the umiak is riddled with holes which they immediately plug with whale blubber pieces they've tied to the gunwales. In times of crisis creativity is the savior. None are taxed. Our ship of state is presently at sea but my present hope is there will be no need for blubbering.
Long live the blueprint for a better life.
On Nov 5, 2008, at 9:47 PM, Robert W. Schramm wrote: