Poignancy
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Saturday, December 23rd, 2006I hate the cold. I shiver uncontrollably in misery. And normally I like the rain. It sings in my stove pipe and makes me want to curl up and read. But cold and rain. It’s just not Christmas to me. I’m supposed to be working on Baby Dust, but the rain just pours and the [...]
Life and Light Passing
Wednesday, November 8th, 2006My grandfather died last night. He’s the guy standing on the right side of this picture in the flowered shirt. I took the image in March when we visited their nursing home in Wichita Falls. He had been in a lot of pain, and just had surgery the week before. He hadn’t been able to [...]
Ann Richards, 1993-2006
Thursday, September 14th, 2006I remember the gubernatorial race between Ann Richards and Clayton Williams well. I worked at the Daily Texan, and my friend Janel got the glam job of covering her race while I had the ho-hum work of Phil Gramm’s re-election bid. This was November 1990. I had covered a lot of Clayton Williams’ campaign, most [...]
Popcorn Summer
Thursday, August 3rd, 2006This has been the summer of the movie. The girls saw the requisite new releases, Over the Hedge and Cars. We also saw lots of kid film festival reruns–Wallace and Gromit, March of the Penguins, Shrek, Nanny McPhee, Jimmy Neutron, and many more. We took in at least one movie a week, sometimes two. Slipping [...]
Star Spangled Innocence
Wednesday, July 5th, 2006I grew up a die-hard patriot. Be true to the red, white and blue. Let freedom ring. Be all that you can be. God bless America! I maintained a relatively untarnished view of our country through Carter, Reagan, Bush, and Clinton. Hostages. Inflation. Gulf War. Stain on a Dress. September 11 found me riding the [...]
Still Lives
Friday, June 30th, 2006Through some strange shimmer in the space-time that governs the internet, an old Wired Magazine article that I was quoted in is apparently coming up high in the search engines for “stillborn photo.” Women are emailing me suddenly, asking me to restore their images of babies, lifeless and dark, small errant angels out of place [...]
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