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Roy's

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Wed, 13 Feb 2013 21:55:37 -0800

Some misguided Valentine's Day marketing.

Goodbye darkness

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Sat, 22 Dec 2012 08:55:01 -0800

Posted for This American Life Theme of the Week - took this pic at the Winter Solstice Celebration in Dallas, these fine folks would probably would be called heretics by some. They said good bye to the dark, above and welcomed the light. Can't see the wrong in that...

Close Encounter

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Sat, 18 Aug 2012 11:03:56 -0700

carladenton posted a photo:

We did the short, one mile hike around the perimeter - hot day but totally worth it for the views up the sheer rocks. Last time I was here the girls were in preschool and we didn't do the little hike. My how time flies! This stunning view however never changes. I think I'd like to go back and do the longer hike.

The Rock Cries Out to Us Today

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Mon, 18 Jun 2012 20:31:13 -0700

carladenton posted a photo:

The Rock Cries Out to Us Today

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spelling words
Armed for slaughter.
The rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A river sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow
And when you yet knew you still knew nothing.
The river sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing river and the wise rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the tree.
Today, the first and last of every tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the river.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the river.
Each of you, descendant of some passed on
Traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name,
You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,
You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other seekers--
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yours--your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me,
The rock, the river, the tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes,
Into your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.

Maya Angelou

Louisiana Protest Mural

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 20:40:20 -0800

carladenton posted a photo:

I saw a lot of handmade signs of protest. This mural was the most interesting and elaborate. I think people are beyond complaining or frustration.

Rest

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Mon, 27 Dec 2010 18:18:14 -0800

carladenton posted a photo:

The home made headstones always impress me the most. This one has marbles on the top spelling out the words "MAY YOU....REST....IN PEACE"

Cactus

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Wed, 13 Feb 2013 21:55:36 -0800

carladenton posted a photo:

Not prickly pear, but I'm not sure what it is.

Solstice

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Sat, 22 Dec 2012 08:55:08 -0800

carladenton posted a photo:

The 20th and final year for the Dallas Winter Solstice Celebration - had a great time and was so glad I made it. Brought back memories of taking various friends and family there over the years. Thanks Amy Martin for a good 20 year run!

Big Horn Sheep Exhibit

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Sat, 18 Aug 2012 11:04:20 -0700

carladenton posted a photo:

In Cody, WY - an international research institute that focuses on Big Horn sheep. Watched a video, learned about BH sheep, looked at the taxidermy, what's not to like?

Break on Through

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Mon, 26 Sep 2011 21:07:05 -0700

carladenton posted a photo:

to the Other Side

- good changes and breakthroughs are happening in my life right now, very grateful!

Candle Bearer

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Mon, 11 Apr 2011 20:57:25 -0700

carladenton posted a photo:

This 4 foot tall candelabra, one of two, was in the entrance hall of Nottaway Plantation, Louisiana. I find the subject matter interesting although I don't think they are original to the house. The docent told the story of the family, 4 sons and 7 daughters. Only three of the sons are in portraits. The youngest son fell in love with a daughter of one of the slaves, they ran away to New Orleans together and had a life and family there. He was not only "scratched" from the family, but the details were kept from the public (not exactly a secret but even the touring of the home didn't include this story) until 3 years ago.

The White Ballroom

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Mon, 11 Apr 2011 20:57:43 -0700

carladenton posted a photo:

The purpose of the White Ballroom was to host parties that would highlight the beauty of the 7 daughters in the Nottaway household. The all white floor, ceiling, walls and furniture glowed in the candlelight. Still today it is a lovely and striking room. The starkness of the all white really sets off the beautiful details of the architecture.

Will They Know Me Back Home?

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Wed, 16 Mar 2011 19:37:29 -0700

carladenton posted a photo:

I was inspired by the TAL story about "Sarah" and how her life was transformed by her job as interpreter to the US Army in Iraq. In my job as State Director at www.unt.edu/hippy I have the opportunity to provide training and support to our home visitors. These home visitors provide weekly visits to about 15 parents each week for 30 consecutive weeks. They bring in learning materials and teach parents how to use them in order to prepare their 3, 4 & 5 year old children for school. The home visitors are themselves alumni or members of the community, and this job is often their first work and leadership opportunity. Over the last 20 years of this work I've seen how these (mostly) women's lives have been transformed by the work they do in the community. This picture shows a home visitor (left) that I had the opportunity to observe while I was providing some training to the program in El Salvador. It was such a treat to see how programs are the same and different in the US and El Salvador.

About the picture. I know it's visually busy ie. cluttered but I like that because it shows so much is going on. I really like the home visitor's alert pose and how the mom and child are relaxed and listening to the story (mom playing with her son's ear is such an intimate, family moment).

REPOST of Listening to the Story for This American Life Theme of the Week "Will They Know Me Back Home?"

Benefactors

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Wed, 02 Mar 2011 22:40:25 -0800

carladenton posted a photo:

New York Public Library - some of the names were obviously familiar. I got curious about the others and did a little online digging, interesting stuff...

* John Jacob Astor ~ first US multimillionare, fur trade and real estate
* William Backhouse Astor ~ guess who's son
* James Lenox ~ gave a Gutenburg Bible to the library
* John Jacob Astor ~ guess who's second son....
* Catherine Wolfe Bruce ~ renowned patroness of astronomy
* Henrietta Lenox ~ sister of James, unmarried daughter of Scottish farmer who owned 30 acres of prime farmland...on the island of Manhattan
* Alexander Hamilton ~ founding father and first Secretary of Treasury
* Mrs Robert L. Stewart ~ committed suicide by jumping off a Brooklyn Annex boat, "she had a happy home and a fine mansion to live in and no reason can be assigned for her rash act" NY Times, Dec 30, 1889.
* Samuel Jones Tilden~ donated $3M to establish a free library and reading room ~ thank you Samuel, it's my favorite part of the library!!!!
* Alexander Maitland ~ merchant, nephew of James Lenox
* Paul Leicester Ford ~ novelist, biographer and great grandson of Noah Webster, his mother was a lifelong friend of Emily Dickinson, he was murdered by his brother Malcolm who then committed suicide
* Worthington C Ford ~ other brother of Paul, American historian, editor of various documents of the founding fathers
* Charles H. Contoit ~ died a bachelor, member of one of NYC's oldest families
* Samuel P Avery ~ art dealer, print collector, art patron
* Andrew Carnegie....Scottish industrialist, donated towards the building of MORE than 2,500 public libraries!!!!, said "I propose to take an income no greater than $50,000 per annum! Beyond this I need ever earn, make no effort to increase my fortune, but spend the surplus each year for benevolent purposes!", wow! I know that was lot more back then...but he was way ahead of his time!
* John Bigelow ~ lawyer, statesman, co-owner of NY Evening Post, appointed by Lincoln as consul in Paris, and published "The Life of Samuel Tilden" (that Tilden, above)
* John Stewart Kennedy ~ American capitalist, originally from Scotland, died of whooping cough
* John L Cadwalader ~ attorney in what is today the oldest law firm in the US
* Amos F Eno ~ merchant, died a bachelor, last minute changes to his will cut out his family and gave his money to Columbia University, this was famously contested
* Margaret Wolfe Duyckinck ~ wife of editor and writer Everet Augustus Duyckinck
* William A Spencer ~ man of mystery
* Oliver H Payne ~ made his money in Tobacco, Oil and Steel

Rest

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Mon, 28 Feb 2011 15:38:09 -0800

carladenton posted a photo:

Reposting for "DIY", This American Life Theme of the Week.

The home made headstones always impress me the most. This one has marbles on the top spelling out the words "MAY YOU....REST....IN PEACE". I have to wonder, if I had the opportunity to make a headstone for someone I love, what would I do? How would I feel while I was making design decisions? How would it affect my mourning process? And what if someone I loved had to make my headstone, what would they put on it? (What if I didn't like it!!!! would it matter?!)

Trolling for lumps

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 20:40:13 -0800

carladenton posted a photo:

The beach was raked of a sort, so that the tar balls could be exposed. That's all well and good, what about the much more damaging stuff that has seeped into the marsh structure.

Accident Waiting to Happen

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 20:40:03 -0800

carladenton posted a photo:

In the Louisiana gulf, where the BP oil spill occurred.

God's Acre

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Mon, 27 Dec 2010 18:18:03 -0800

carladenton posted a photo:

Grand entrance to the cemetery in Delcambre, LA

Daddy's Girl

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Mon, 27 Dec 2010 18:18:28 -0800

carladenton posted a photo:

A shrimp boat docked in Delcambre, Lousiana

Mon Petit Ange

nobody@flickr.com (carladenton) — Mon, 27 Dec 2010 18:18:18 -0800

carladenton posted a photo: