artists are like everyone else, only more so
As someone who likes to periodically reinvent himself, I have enjoyed numerous careers, almost too many to mention – including, but not limited to:
social worker – veterinary assistant
tennis instructor – personnel manager – night watchman
library assistant – beach bum
professor of humanities
I recently retired from teaching full-time on campus and now only teach Internet courses. That has allowed me to travel and indulge my latest passion, photography.
I suspect that salient features of who I am will emerge like a darkroom negative from the wide variety of “pics & quips” which I will be uploading onto this new site.
To take into the inmost shrine of the soul the irresistible forces whose puppets we seem to be – death and change, the irrevocableness of the past, and the powerlessness of man before the blind hurry of the universe from vanity to vanity – to feel these things and know them is to conquer them. This is the reason why the past has such magical power. The beauty of its motionless and silent pictures is like the enchanted purity of late autumn, when the leaves, though one breath would make them fall, still glow against the sky in golden glory. The past does not change or strive… what was eager and grasping, what was pretty and transitory, has faded away; the things that were beautiful and eternal shine out of it like stars in the night. Its beauty, to a soul not worthy of it, is unendurable; but to a soul which has conquered Fate, it is the key of religion.
– Bertrand Russell
lies that tell the truth