The other day, Diana turned to me while we were both working in the office - hers, an early draft of a term paper; mine, some risk analyst thing or another about bridges and tunnels - and she said “Did you know that we don’t really remember things as they happened?”
From Martin Luther King’s sermon “Unfulfilled Dreams”
Some weeks ago somebody was saying something to me about a person that I have great, magnificent respect for. And they were trying to say something that didn’t sound too good about his character, something he was doing. And I said, “Number one, I don’t believe it. But number [...]
I am sitting on my back porch, which I had a hand in building. My dog is here as well, and I am having a drink. Brutus (the dog) is usually noisy and mobile, but at the moment he has settled in and is doing little else but observing.
We just watched the sun go down. [...]
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Cougar, Detail, originally uploaded by jberthume.
I’m not sure how I managed to pull something like this off, but I took this picture today.
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Up On The Rooftop, originally uploaded by jberthume.
If I’m on the roof putting lights everywhere, it must be Christmas.