“Faith is a footbridge that you don’t know will hold you up over the chasm until you’re forced to walk out onto it.” –Nicholas Wolterstorff I am always intrigued by small wooden footbridges such as this one. Especially when I cannot see where it leads. Is there danger on the other side? A paradise? An…… Continue reading Dark Footbridge
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Two Four Six
Two Four Six. What does it mean? Do these three numbers have any significance? What about the wooden alphabet building blocks? Well, actually, it is just me trying to find a shot for the day at 10 o’clock in the evening. The blocks were handy – spread out all over the floor by my son.…… Continue reading Two Four Six
The Armchair in the Attic
“The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody’s guess.” –James Thurber The two-flat in which we live has two units – one on the first floor and one on the second. The third floor/attic, open to the rafters high above, is mostly a…… Continue reading The Armchair in the Attic
Sunset on a Wooden Bench
The sun sets behind a wooden bench along a hiking trail in southeast Wisconsin. A quiet, peaceful little scene. But is this reality? The short answer is no. The bench was certainly there but when I took this shot, I really had no clue where the sun was since it was overcast and in the middle…… Continue reading Sunset on a Wooden Bench
Tinkering Around
This is just me tinkering around at the very end of the day. (I did shoot this on the 8th. Honest!) Talk about taking it down to the wire. With little motivation to really spend the time to find “the cool shot”, I just grabbed some of my son’s classic wooden Jumbo Tinker Toys…… Continue reading Tinkering Around
A Bird in the Hand
This is my take on the old saying “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.” Which, to me, means it is better to see and appreciate what you have rather than think about and worry about what you do not. Shot with my son’s wooden blue-feathered bird friend in the palm of…… Continue reading A Bird in the Hand
Top of the Stairs
“And when it’s twelve a clock We climb the stair We never knock ‘Cause nobody’s there Just me and my shadow All alone and feeling blue” –from the song “Me and My Shadow” by Al Jolson, Billy Rose, and Dave Dreyer The back stairs of our two-flat just before dusk. When it gets dark, these…… Continue reading Top of the Stairs