Sunday, January 8, 2012


Too tired to type ...

Rest in Peace, PFC Justin Whitmire

Post by the Patriot Guard Rider Senior Ride Captain SC Randy "Steam" Stevens 
"Justin was 20 years old.  Look back on your life.......on everything that has happened in your life since you were 20.  He was so very young.  His family tells me that he was always smiling.  Justin loved life and believe in living it to its fullest.

And he LOVED being an American Soldier.  In fact, that's what he always wanted.  He wanted to serve his country.  On Tuesday, 27 DEC, Justin was killed in Afghanistan when an improvised explosive device was detonated.  He was just 20 years old.

17.  Justin had been in country a very short time..........17 days.  Yes, he wanted to serve his country.  You might even say he was eager to serve his country.  He knew that a combat zone a long, long way from home would sometimes be his life as a combat medic.  He was ready.  But........17 days?  Another number that tugs at the heart.

Justin is now our hero.  He will soon come home.....home to South Carolina.  Home to his family and his friends.  When he arrives the Patriot Guard has been requested to be there to honor him and to bring some measure of comfort to a heartbroken family."

Heartbroken at the loss of Justin, and for his family, and more proud than I can say to have ridden with The Patriot Guard Riders to honor him and protect his family from interference from those who wished to show disrespect.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Color my World

Cobalt as the midnight sky
when day has gone without a trace
and we lie in each other’s arms
eyes shut and fingers open
and all the colors of the world
pass through our bodies like strings of fire.


Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Down in flames

Lost, yesterday,
somewhere between sunrise and sunset
two golden hours, 
each set with sixty diamond minutes. 
No reward is offered 
for they are gone forever.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Some Say...

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. 
                                     (Robert Frost)

Monday, January 2, 2012

Beauty in Decay

Day 2/366 (leap year, ya know - unless the Myans were right!)

I don't know if it is a mood, or a visual phase, or a combination - but my fascination (at least though my photography) with the beauty in decay - the richness of texture - the attraction of contrasts - the grace and lines and form of the obsolete - Call it a "grunge" phase - but rust and concrete and weathered board and twisted, agonized and crumpled steel - seem to speak - no - cry out - of a beauty that goes far beyond "what they used to be" -- silent forms in testament as they sit, redemption as they could be - touches a cord in me I guess. But whatever the draw, whatever the meaning - I can spend hours wandering around Trogdon and the surrounding buildings ---

There is no Fate, but that which we make

Welcome to 2012 ((ok, yes, this is actually yesterday's post - deal with it!)) and to the start of my 365 project - my year, one day, one photo at a time.  As my friend Sam (whose 365 blog Only One Thing Remains was my inspiration for starting this Blog) said, I'm sure there will be days that I will fight to pick out just one photo to share, and others which I grab the camera at 11:59 and take a picture of my toes just to have something to put up - but that's part of the challenge, and thus part of the fun - both for me and for those of you brave enough to follow along on this journey.

Started the year with intent  - determined to begin as I intend to continue - so despite ugly weather - I packed up the Nikon, fired up Max, and headed out to shoot and to spend time on what I Love. (also futzed around and didn't post until today - which I'm also sure will be indicative of how the year may continue!) Hopefully, the fact that the ugly weather cleared up and turned into one of the most beautiful riding/shooting days possible - will also be indicative of the coming year.

Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,
Shut me out with shame and failure
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
A hand to touch me in the dark room
Breaking the long loneliness.
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love.