There is an enduring nexus between these three.
I look out the kitchen window. Mr. Cooper Hawk has landed on the railing of my deck.
The doctrine of the divine right of Kings was accepted as inviolable for nearly a thousand years.
There is an allure to the far away and unknown. A glamor that attaches to anything shrouded in mystery.
It’s an unfamiliar word that refers to something familiar to all of us – dreams
These words are known to most of us as a single line from a truism made famous by Benjamin Franklin in his popular periodical, Poor Richard’s Almanac.
I have worked at Graphic Design for nearly half a century. During that time I have developed some very particular ideas about Design.
I suppose most everyone who has ever used a computer will remember the awkwardness of first contact.
For most of his nearly one hundred-and-one years, my Uncle Roscoe showed little interest in anything artistic.
In the last scene of Tennessee Williams’s play: A Streetcar Named Desire, one of the main characters, Blanche DuBois, is about to be transported to an insane asylum.
On the morning of each new day I expect the best of all possible possibilities. I expect no trouble. I expect honesty and good intentions. I expect every man a to be a gentleman and every woman a lady. If events prove otherwise, at least I did my part..