
Once upon a time, we created videos for almost all the pictures we took. That was great until we lost our video host. Then, the image carousel we were using stopped working. So, there are a bunch of images from 2021 that are no longer available where they’re supposed to be. Fortunately, it’s rare that anyone actually goes looking for those older image sets.
Going back through these images, though, I decided I wanted to process them differently than I did three years ago. That meant creating a new video that we’ve called “Everyone Knows.” The title comes from the words of the 1967 song by The Association, “Windy.” Specifically, “Everyone knows it’s Windy,” which is appropriate because the model’s name is Wendy. Unfortunately, I couldn’t use The Association’s music for the video.
Yeah, I know it takes a hot minute for the video to load. Nothing I can do about that. I had to FTP it to the server to make it available at all. These things just happen. I hope you enjoy it.









All these concepts of an ideal world stem from our basic desire to want everything to be fair while simultaneously wanting our own situation to be just a bit better than everyone around us. We keep searching for a “level playing field” without any significant regard to exactly what happens when that field holds no tilt in one direction or another. The metaphor from which we begin is flawed, thereby flawing all the theories we build upon it.
For well over 2,00 years now, the crux of Western Civilization has been a desire to be fair, at least to the extent of however “fair” was defined by the people in charge. Go all the way back to ancient Greece, somewhere around 750 BCE or so. This is the general starting point from whence Socratic thought emerged. Here are the beginnings of our sense of what government, economics, and society should be. Plato has not yet written Republic, but the foundation leading to that tome is being built.
The Internet held out the opportunity to make society better by removing all the barriers to entry for publication. Anyone can have a web page and say anything on it that they damn-well please. You believe the earth is flat? Create a website that supports your ignorance and it can compete right up there with all the science stating that you are wrong. Want to sell “essential” snake-oil to gullible cancer patients desperate for a cure? The Internet allows one to do that with practically no interference or oversight. Nothing can “level the playing field” quite like the Internet.
All of these challenges to our relatively young culture are based in attempts to level a playing field to such an extreme that we’ve opened the door to absolute pandemonium in the name of freedom. Again, this situation was not unforeseeable long before it happened. Plato, in Republic, warns: “Excess of liberty, whether it lies in state or individuals, seems only to pass into excess of slavery.” There is such a thing as too much freedom. We have proven that we do not have the ability to restrain ourselves, therefore, the restraint must be imposed upon us if we are to survive.
Pulling up weeds is difficult and hard work. Their root systems are deep and expansive. Pulling them up can often leave huge holes in the yard. Mowing over them is not sufficient; they grow right back while their root system grows increasingly invasive. Once weeds have been allowed in a yard, even just a few, removing them is a long and painful chore.
What, then, is Injustice? We cannot define it as the absence of Justice for there is ground wherein neither Justice nor Injustice occurs. Rather, Injustice is that which acts or exists in such a way as to prohibit Justice on the part of another. For example, insomuch as healthcare is necessary for one to achieve Justice, the denial of healthcare would be Injustice. Forcing the homosexual to adhere to laws specifically designed to favor heterosexuals is Injustice. Imposing laws based upon the tenets of one mythology onto holders of a different mythology or no mythology is Injustice. Denying one’s ability to be is the greatest Injustice of all.
Understand, please, that simply taking a test and passing is no real measure of knowledge obtained nor the ability to use that information to reason one’s way through problems. No small amount of irony exists that our current society has the most open access to information ever, but at the same time may hold the least ability to reason than any generation in the past 300 years. Access to information does not equate to knowledge and the ability to obtain knowledge does not guarantee wisdom. Void of a broad repository of wisdom spread around the world, humanity lunges head-first into a state of decline leading to its own extinction.
Weeds have a way of getting in and taking root no matter how often we might try to eliminate them. One of those weeds against which people of reason have fought for millennia is that element which attempts to deny Truth or warp a truth to fit their own agenda. The weed even dogged ancient Greece, prompting Plato to make a statement that seems frighteningly accurate for the contemporary situation:
Greed. Selfishness. Corruption. Slavery. I’m not likely to make many friends when I say these are the basic underpinnings of Western Capitalism as it currently exists. Greed and selfishness are the drivers. Corruption is the methodology. Slavery is the means. Remove even one of those aspects and Capitalism morphs into something different, something more equitable and less damaging to humanity.
In Apology, Plato writes, “The State is like a great and noble steed who is tardy in his motions owing to his very size, and requires to be stirred into life. I am that gadfly which God has given the State and all day long and in all places am always fastening upon you, arousing and persuading and reproaching you. You will not easily find another like me.”
There is a point in this prolonged metaphor where pulling out a lawn mower isn’t sufficient. Have you ever tried mowing a lawn with knee-high weeds? It’s not possible. The thick overgrowth chokes the mower. One has to go through with a scythe and/or a weed trimmer and knock down the overgrowth before mowing. I’ve seen a few extreme instances, open fields with no buildings involved, where the tangle was so consuming and impossible that the only option was to set fire the whole thing, plow it under and start over.
In the grander scheme of things, I know nothing. We’ve linked to scholarly work by people with far greater wisdom and knowledge than I will ever have. I would hope that you might follow those links and take advantage of the public access to such wisdom, but history indicates you probably won’t be bothered. In fact, it is much more likely that if you have made it this far into this article, you didn’t actually read; you skimmed, hopped over paragraphs rather than taking the time to consume what is ultimately going to be roughly 16,000 words. Philip Yancey’s Washington Post article, “

[dropcap]People in small towns were largely disconnected from World War I in many ways. News from Europe traveled slowly to rural parts of the country. The United States’ involvement was late enough and brief enough that most of those who served returned home as decorated heroes, the stars of small-town Fourth of July parades. They even formed their own clubs, such as the American Legion, and the Veterans of Foreign Wars. This gave the men a place to sit and drink and make-up battle stories where everyone was pinned down and the least likely of the group saved them all. [/dropcap]
[dropcap]By the 1970s, small towns were beginning to realize that they were in danger and struggled to hold on to their identities, and often failed. Small manufacturers were gobbled up by larger corporations and the jobs moved outside the US. The economics of farming changed and the family farm grew less viable. Corporate farming companies made attractive offers and bought up thousands of acres. Farmers, chasing whatever jobs they could get, moved to larger and larger cities.[/dropcap]
[dropcap]I grew up in small towns and, like most of those from my generation, couldn’t wait to be gone, to make my mark on the world and enjoy the opportunities of the big city. I’ve never regretted moving away and have no plans to return for any length of time.[/dropcap]













This isn’t a totally horrible image, mind you. In fact, under different conditions, I might just adjust the contrast and color tone a bit and let it go at that. Still, there are some things about this picture that just bug me, so we need to fix those issues.







Devils And Details And Discovery
What we don’t know might not always hurt us but it could definitely harm someone else.
Pardon me while I cough. A lot. Well, not that much, but if I’m indoors, it’s been a problem this week. Of course, my immediate concern was that I’d caught that dreaded virus and was going to die. More likely scenario: spring allergies, especially after Kat spent portions of the week cleaning, which means kicking up dust. Still, it’s been enough of a problem that I’ve taken to walking around the neighborhood for somewhat fresher air. When I’m outside, I don’t cough. Interesting, don’t you think? By the way, I’ve no other symptoms of anything so no, I’m not likely to die. Yet.
Given the need to spend all this time outdoors, and since the kids spent yet another week on my computers (resulting in a stubborn ‘m’ on my laptop), I thought it might be fun to see if I could construct this week’s post entirely from my phone. Jump to the end: Can I? Yes. Is it a good idea? Probably not. While it would work in a pinch, trying to do everything from my phone creates some unique challenges that I don’t have when working from the desktop or even the laptop (although, the laptop brings challenges of its own in terms of accessing images).
Perhaps the biggest challenge is one I should have seen coming. Those 108-megapixel images? Yeah, those create some significantly-sized images, even after cropping. In theory, I’m supposed to be able to upload images as large as 64 MB. The reality, however, is that neither my WiFi nor data stream wants to cooperate with that file size. Crashes every time. So, that means creating a small-sized file, an extra step that was less than intuitive. On the plus side, I’ve learned a lot of new things about using Lightroom on my phone this week.
Second, eye strain. Sure, I can do a lot on my phone, but the more detailed the work is, and this week’s images required some careful up-close attention, the more pressure it puts on one’s eyes. About 30 minutes of that at a time is all I can tolerate without risking a severe headache. Mind you, this is even with the larger screen of the Samsung S20 Ultra 5G. The size and resolution are great, but the long-term effect remains the same.
Third, writing copy just isn’t as efficient on the phone. I’ve had the phone three weeks now and it’s still learning my swiping patterns. I’m constantly having to go back and fix errors that I didn’t notice when I first posted something on social media, and, of course, there’s no “fixing” Twitter. I’m much more efficient at writing on a regular keyboard (when the m is working). 90-something words per minute efficient. I can almost type as fast as my brain can make mistakes. The final compromise was taking, editing, and uploading the images from my phone, but then assembling everything from my laptop while sipping on freshly ground coffee early in the morning before everyone else is awake. It works and I don’t have to turn on lights in the living room. Now, let’s look at this week’s menagerie of images.
No, they’re not green beans, though it amazes me how similar they look in the detailed photos. Those are wild onions that Tipper plucked from our yard this week. She “harvested” them thinking I could used them in seasoning a meal. In theory, I could. In reality, she probably wouldn’t eat the food if I did.
So there I am, walking through the neighborhood on one of the warmer afternoons, and I pass the creek that runs along the northern border. Since it was warm, I decided to see if the local ducks had returned yet (they have but they’re not feeling photogenic). I couldn’t help laughing a bit when I saw that a stop sign had somehow managed to make its way into the creek. If one stops at the sign, they’re going to have a problem! While taking the picture was easy enough, the editing challenge was to create a strong enough contrast to make it clear that the sign was under the water and not floating on top of it. I love how much fun this image is and it’s for sale if you have some discretionary funds to share.
Playing with double exposure is always fun but this isn’t a true double exposure. Rather, it’s the reflection caught in the glass as I’m taking a picture of the cat through the window. The feline in question is Gypsy the Wandering Vagrant, aka. Fat Guy. He was our first stray, having jumped into the floorboard of Kat’s car one evening to announce that we needed to feed and care for him now. He’s adapted to being an indoor cat, but he still looks out the window, longingly remembering the days when he could roam free.
I wish the reflection in this photo was more elegant, or perhaps nature driven. Solaris was sitting in the kitchen window, though, which overlooks the driveway. Thus, the reflection shows Kat’s car and the trash can. Solaris is another cat that enjoys watching out the window, but he’s never been outside. He’s not so much interested in nature as he was curious about what I was doing on the other side of the glass. Obviously, I was not entertaining enough as he watched for a while before eliciting a massive yawn that could have been a ground-shaking roar if only he were a couple-hundred pounds bigger.
Not all my time was spent outdoors. The first part of the week was a bit on the cool side, so I stayed inside. Coughing. I suppose coughing could be entertaining if it weren’t for the paranoia it induces. So, out of boredom, I took picture of a couple of bowls sitting in the sunlight on the counter. One is whole, the other has had its handle broken.
What’s worth noting, from a philosophical perspective, is that both bowls still hold the exact same amount of food. Being broken does not keep the second bowl from being useful. If anything, one might make the argument that the second bowl has more character, holds greater interest because of its unfortunate anomaly.
Yes, it’s a somewhat gratuitous platitude that I’m offering, but I’m sheltering at home with children. You’ll excuse me.
Anyone who watches those cooking shows scattered across cable and streaming media knows that when one chops vegetables they’re supposed to be relatively uniform in size/shape. Ask me if I care. Go ahead. This photo is proof that I don’t. When I’m cutting vegetables I have only one goal in mind: making them small enough for the children to consume without complaining. The children don’t care about aesthetic value. Neither do they notice the more delicate tones of flavor. It’s yellow. That’s all they notice. I may not win any culinary awards but at least they’re eating. You can click here to buy this print.
I never thought I would live in a time where having healthy food to eat would be as challenging as it has become. Yes, that is a massive point of privilege and I am well aware that millions of people, thousands right here in my own city, don’t have easy access to fresh fruits and vegetables. Now, more than ever, though, I am thankful that we can have the makings of this salad delivered weekly without having to go to the store. Warning: non-compensated plug coming up. Imperfect Foods has been our source for things like fruit, vegetables, meat substitutes, and occasionally some pantry items. They work with produce that doesn’t meet the aesthetic requirement for grocery shelves as well as overstock for dairy and other items. Their prices are not always cheap and the selection changes from week to week, but Tipper loves the small-sized apples and when food is chopped up before being used who cares what it looked like before? Plus, we save food from being tossed into some incinerator or garbage can somewhere. This is one habit we’re likely to continue once this stay-home order is lifted. You can click here to purchase a copy of this print.
Metaphor time. We give lemons a lot of grief, what with their being sour and all, and the standard trope is that we are to make something sweet and pleasurable of those sour moments in our lives. Yeah, good luck with that. Most of us will be at home, with children, until May at the very soonest. For kids here in Indiana, they’re home until school starts back in the fall (no idea how that’s going to look yet, either). While I’m sure there are some who love their little darlings so much that they’re thrilled to have them home, most of us are not in that boat. Our current situation is throwing a lot of unexpected and unanticipated challenges at us. Moreover, we’ll likely be dealing with various challenges off and on through the middle of 2021. So, my word to you is this: Life gives you lemons. Get used to it. The universe has cultivated a whole orchard. Click here to purchase a copy of this print.
The last image for this week as I wearily look across my laptop and wonder how there are crumbs on the keyboard when I haven’t eaten anything. Oh yeah, children. Don’t tell Tipper that she’s getting her own for her birthday. We gotta do something to ease up the pressure on electronics. It would help if Internet providers would open bandwidth a lot more so that we wouldn’t lose service quite as often, but since no one is likely going to pay their service provider this month I’m not expecting much change. Still, we’re privileged. We have service. We have devices. We have pets with whom we can carry on endless conversations. This situation we’re currently in could be a lot worse than it is. I mean, what if this cough isn’t allergies (it is)?
There will be another post this week because I am very much aware of how vulnerable artists are and I feel a need to more fully address that situation. Look for that one in the next day or two.
Until then, stay safe. Buy art.
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