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Signs and stories
I generally don’t like church signs. Not the ones that identify the church, but the ones that preach, cajole and attempt to convict people who really ought to be focused on their driving rather than their spiritual condition, although, granted, the two often go hand-in-hand.…
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The Feather Cottage
As 2015 comes to a close (sigh), I am reminded that we never know where life is going to take us. A year ago, I was living in a tiny house on a dead-end street in Ashtabula. Two bedrooms, a postage-stamp sized lot. 700 square…
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Anxious times
My pastor, Mark Winner, is one of the wisest persons I’ve ever met. His sermon on Sunday, which was about peace, especially in the setting of family relationships, was incredibly insightful. First, he pointed out that war and strife are not the opposite of peace;…
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Memories of a dream past
I spent a few hours this past weekend sorting through equipment that I purchased several years ago for the freelance photography business I launched way back in 2000. The art and retail photography markets were much more hopeful and inviting back then. Consumers had disposable income and seemed…
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Fletcher Bridge
West of Clarksburg, W.Va., a few miles off U.S. Route 50, is the Fletcher Covered Bridge. I first visited this bridge in April 2012 and scouted it as a location for a night-time, Night Crossings image. The opportunity arose in October, 2013, when…
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A 65th anniversary
Last month marked a 65th anniversary for Henry Ruppenthal III of Wheeling, W.Va. It was the 65th anniversary of his becoming a cooperative weather observer. At the time, Henry was living in Berkeley Springs, W.Va., where his father was the county’s only professional photographer…