April 30, 2007

One Done, One in Progress

The images of Santa Fe linger. It is partially fed by reading American Prometheus, a bio of J. Robert Oppenheimer. What I hadn't realized while I was in Santa Fe, is that Oppenheimer had fallen in love with northern New Mexico early in his life and that he leased and then owned a ranch there from his early 20's. There are many tales about the time he spent there prior to the Manhattan Project being planted there.

I am putting more of the memories to paint and paper. I hope to do more.

The completed one...



The one in progress...

April 24, 2007

New Mexico Lingers


There is something about New Mexico that has stayed with me. There is room there. The sky is big. The ground is high. 7,000+ feet higher than Jacksonville. I didn't know when we got there that we would be that high up. I didn't think you could visually see the difference. But you can.

It's peaceful there. It's quiet there. There is no background drone of traffic sound anywhere. Not even in the city of Santa Fe. It's really quiet.

The mountains are beautiful. In the east mountains are covered in lush green trees. That's what you see, large, high mounds of green upon green. In the Fall it becomes a vibrant field of color upon color. Then comes the grey of the winter sky and the grey of leafless trees. In New Mexico you see rock. The mountains aren't covered with trees. They are bare, and colorful, revealing many millenium of strata, fallen or split rocks, layers that tell geologists the history of the mountain and our planet. It's so impressive. The mountains are so solid and yet seem so vulnerable in their nakedness.

Why didn't I find New Mexico when I was younger? Why didn't I find it when I had the ability to hike its mountains and walk through the desert searching for bones and artifacts. I had more courage then. Or was it just the folly of ignorance that led me to places with risk? How much nicer it would have been to sleep below the New Mexico sky then to sleep several levels below Grand Centeral Station.

April 20, 2007

April 19, 2007

Surprised - Not Shocked


I'm surprised by the events that took place this week at Virginia Tech University. Surprised, but not shocked. Waco shocked me. Oklahoma City shocked me. The killing rampage at Columbine H.S. shocked me. 9/11 happened and that shocked me. So another senseless act of violence against people going about the activities of their lives does not shock me. Not in America. Not anymore.

I feel sadness for the families, friends, and students of VTU, but it is just a small part of the deep sadness I feel for those of us who remember a time before presidential assassinations, mass killings by government agents, students as killing machines, and airplanes used as bombs. Hope and honor and freedom from mental, emotional, and social assault is what we have lost. I mourn the death of my own idealism and optimism. I'm beyond a hope that "something will change."

Instead, I make my world smaller, I keep my attention and emotions closer. I find joy and hope in the individuals in my personal life. My delight comes from the innocence and naturalness of my animals. My honor and pride comes from the priveledge of being loved and from living in a world where the holy still roam and beauty can be found in a rock formation. That and the air I breathe is all there is.

April 16, 2007

while we played, they played

"Hmmmm. What's this, I wonder?"


"Wow! How Did Alice get in there?"


"Ahhhhh. Nothing like a sand bath on a sunny day."


"Uncle Dwight, what's that in your hand?"




All photos courtesy of Dwight Fisk

April 12, 2007

The Joke or the Joker

So, Imus is gone. Not just off MSNBC but also off the radio.

*snap* Things change. Quickly.

In the course of a week, I heard 2 prominent, well known comedians make racist comments. One had no repercussions. One lost his job.

The first comment was a joke told by Whoopi Goldberg. She had a special on Bravo that Christi and I happened to catch a week ago. She introduced the last joke she told by telling the audience "the community" would not approve. One can assume "the community" was the black community. She told the joke, the punchline had God uttering the "n" word to a child, and everyone, including me, laughed. She said she would not use "that" word again.

While the audience was still laughing Whoopi told everyone to think about why they were laughing. I have thought about it.


I think a black person telling a joke using white racist attitudes as the punchline gives all of us white people permission to laugh at it. I know for myself that had the same joke been told by Michael Richards, Jerry Seinfeld, Phyllis Diller, Joan Rivers or any other white comic, I would have been horrified and would have been embarrassed by my desire to laugh. But Whoopi's telling the joke meant I could laugh with her, loudly, unashamed, guilt-free. But Whoopi wasn't laughing herself. She was teaching.

The other comment was said by Don Imus, a very funny, in your face, radio personality. In the 1970's I listened to Don Imus regularly. Back then he made fun of southern preachers and cracker sterotypes. He had a favorite character named Billy Saul Hargas from the Discount House of Worship. He was hysterically funny and I would laugh whenever I heard him.
Imus' comments last week were not a punchline or a satirical monologue. He was joking around with a friend, a producer of his radio show. His comments weren't funny to anyone else but the two of them. His reference to the Rutger's Women Basketball Varsity team as "nappy-headed ho's" is not funny in any context except as a private joke between racist buddies. His mistake was that he said it all on air. That he didn't hesitate to air those comments, or even catch himself or apologize or clean them up somehow immediately after making them, says to me that the man doesn't have a clue that those comments reveal his racist beliefs.
I wish I could say I was so enlightened as to not have a racist bone in my body. I can't say that. But I know enough to know when a comment or thought is racist and that it should be censored. I believe racism and racist thoughts are habitual, even after one has examined these beliefs and discarded them. The true test of discarding racism is not in intellectually understanding the unreasonableness of your attitudes and ideas, but in doing the work day after day of not laughing at jokes, even when safe, not allowing those thoughts to go unchecked in your own mind, not seeking out others who will "enjoy" it and not be offended by those thoughts or comments. That's the hard part of reforming racist attitudes.

Imus has said he is not a racist, that he had no racist intent. In the past he has publicly vowed not to use racial epithets. I think Imus got fired because he still didn't know that it was not ok to do that privately and certainly not publicly if you want to break the habit of racism.

April 6, 2007

Santa Fe

Frankye and I have had the priveledge and good fortune of accompanying our friends Christi and Sue to Santa Fe as their guests. We've had an absolutley wonderful time and have seen more beauty than I knew existed. Here are some photos, as words could not describe the beauty of the landscape.


Mean while, back home, the sentient beings we share our home with were on duty protecting the homestead with Aunt Lori and Uncle Dwight. Uncle Dwight has a nice camera and knows how to use it. He took this lovely picture of the Lords of the Manor diligently at their post, keeping the world as they know it safe from preditors.

Photos by D. Fisk, C. Cripps, S. Molare, & C.C. Kessler