Today’s Top Ten Tuesday concerns books to read during storms, so I’m just going to post the Teaser Tueday and then something completely random.
This is what the screen gives the humans. It gives them the same escape. They don’t know when or how they came to be on their phones. They only know they are freed from the plodding, repetitive step of moment after moment. The joys and sorrows of life are muted for them, and they are carried down the road of time without knowing or caring. (My Dear Hemlock, Tilly Dillehay.)
In fact, labyrinthine regulations and bureaucratic programs favor large corporations with teams of legal experts far more than workers and small businesses. Chesterton was right when he quipped that “Big Business and State Socialism are very much alike.” (Localism: Coming Home to Catholic Social Teaching)
This is something I’ve wanted to do the last couple of years but never got around to doing properly. I have an instagram that’s used almost exclusively for nature shots — flowers, sunsets, that sort of thing. Follow me at QueenCitySon if you like that sort of thing. I promise not to beg you to support my patreon or buy t-shirts with photos on them.
I literally pulled off the road to admire this view. Jan 17 2024.
Elodie Todd Dawson,. in whose memory the mighty oaks that gave Old Live Oak cemetery its name stand. Elodie was married a prominent local, and interestingly was Abraham Lincoln’s sister-in-law. When she died in childbirth at age 37, her husband commissioned a statue for her: not liking her hair, he ordered another statue, costing him $14,000 in all. Most inflation calculators I played with wouldn’t touch it, but one suggested that that amount is nearly half a million. Even more impressive: the amount of gold that was worth $14,000 in 1877 is now worth over a mil and a half. Elodie was known for loving wax makeup that melted in the sun, so whenever she would encounter an unshaded area, she would double-time (in a lady-like fashion) to the next shade. This inspired her husband to plant the entirety of the West Selma Cemetary with shade trees.
The last time I was privileged to see a sunset from this particular cattle ranch. Honestly, drop the utility poles and it’s fit for a postcard. Oct 2nd. “Attending BBQ on the Green always makes me feel like a Gone with the Wind extra.” Oct 10. Annual fundraiser for Sturdivant Hall, an antebellum mansion that houses an art museum. Will game cookoff, always an interesting experience. “Pensacola, I do declare — I could make you a habit.” Taken on my second trip to Pensacola within a month. Celebrating storytelling and bluegrass and tacos al pastor“Piercing the Heavens”. First Baptist’s spire appears to be breaking the clouds open. Falling hard for the “wild and wasteful ocean”.
Thanks! A lot of it is luck — I’d literally taken fifteen minutes off work to go let some dogs out in the middle of the afternoon and spotted that break in the clouds RIGHT above the spire.
Reading Freely 
I could look at it forever. I do the same thing with skies xD
Some VERY nice shots there…! [looks impressed].
Thanks! A lot of it is luck — I’d literally taken fifteen minutes off work to go let some dogs out in the middle of the afternoon and spotted that break in the clouds RIGHT above the spire.
Great pictures!
I share an amazing sunset a couple of days ago on my IG, though the video is sideways, sorry: https://www.instagram.com/wordsandpeace1/
Ooh, thanks!
What a fun post!