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Red Sky at Night…

May 5, 2011


“Red Sky at Night…” © R.L. Herron

I rediscovered some interesting information this afternoon. It sounds almost like some of the political commentary of the day.

It’s not something hidden away or unknown. It is a significant part of our history. It was written by a leader who had the welfare of the people he governed at heart. It was extremely relevant at the time and it is still relevant.

I don’t think I need to add a single thing.

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“We cannot be content, no matter how high (our) general standard of living may be, if some fraction of our people…is ill-fed, ill-clothed, ill housed, and insecure.

This Republic had its beginning, and grew to its present strength, under the protection of certain inalienable political rights—among them the right of free speech, free press, free worship, trial by jury, freedom from unreasonable searches and seizures. They were our rights to life and liberty.

As our Nation has grown in size and stature, however—as our industrial economy expanded—these political rights proved inadequate to assure us equality in the pursuit of happiness.

We have come to a clear realization of the fact that true individual freedom cannot exist without economic security and independence. “Necessitous men are not free men.” People who are hungry and out of a job are the stuff of which dictatorships are made.

In our day these economic truths have become accepted as self-evident. We have accepted, so to speak, a second Bill of Rights under which a new basis of security and prosperity can be established for all regardless of station, race, or creed.

Among these are:

  • The right to a useful and remunerative job in the industries or shops or farms or mines of the Nation;
  • The right to earn enough to provide adequate food and clothing and recreation;
  • The right of every farmer to raise and sell his products at a return which will give him and his family a decent living;
  • The right of every businessman, large and small, to trade in an atmosphere of freedom from unfair competition and domination by monopolies at home or abroad;
  • The right of every family to a decent home;
  • The right to adequate medical care and the opportunity to achieve and enjoy good health;
  • The right to adequate protection from the economic fears of old age, sickness, accident, and unemployment;
  • The right to a good education.

All of these rights spell security…we must be prepared to move forward, in the implementation of these rights, to new goals of human happiness and well-being.

America’s own rightful place in the world depends in large part upon how fully these and similar rights have been carried into practice for our citizens. For unless there is security here at home there cannot be lasting peace in the world.”

Excerpt from the State of the Union Address
Franklin D. Roosevelt
January 11, 1944

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As always, your comments are welcomed and encouraged.

 

Déjà Vu

March 3, 2011


“The Ride” © R.L. Herron

I came across this image today while looking through photos stored on my computer. It brought a smile to my face.

It shows my eldest son driving his grandfather’s tractor with his son on his lap. My grandson was so excited at the ride through a field overgrown with weeds and wildflowers.

I recalled the day I took it, and how careful I had been to use a large aperture to minimize depth of field. I wanted the foreground and background, while remaining identifiable, to be out-of-focus and incidental to the two of them.

That was captured pretty much as I intended. There’s also something else captured there, which you can’t see and I didn’t realize myself until I saw it again.

A sense of déjà vu.

We all know déjà vu is the experience of feeling certain one has already witnessed or experienced a situation. The firm sense the experience has genuinely happened in the past.

In this case, it almost did.

Thirty-four years ago, probably about the same time of year, that same tractor was going through the same spot in that same field.

Only the driver was me and the passenger was my son.

I can recall that day with utter clarity. I’m certain if I searched I could find a grainy snapshot of the two of us, taken at almost the identical spot. It’s a very emotional feeling.

It’s somehow comforting to know my son has been able to experience the same gratification I felt at sharing that moment with him. There are four generations in that photo. My father-in-law (94 now), me, my son and my grandson. All linked by that tractor and that field.

Déjà vu.

It’s a good memory I wish more people could share. Come to think of it, now they have.

 

All in the Point of View

June 13, 2009


“Grand River After Dark” © R.L. Herron

I haven’t written much lately and I’ve been remiss in taking pictures, too. I guess I have a lot of other things on my mind. Being retired … early. GM going bankrupt (how will that affect my pension?). The economy.

However, all things considered, I’ve decided to quit worrying about it and get on with my business.

I’ve decided, like the shot above taken near the mouth of the Grand River in Grand Haven, Michigan, life is completely dependent on your point of view.

As I started setting up for the shot it was well after sundown. It seemed considerably darker out than the image you see now.

Most people looked at me as if I had grown an extra appendage when I took out my camera in that dark, set up my tripod on the boardwalk looking out at the lighthouse, and started taking pictures toward the mouth of the river where it empties into Lake Michigan at Grand Haven.

A couple walking by wanted to know if they would interfere with the shot. I told them no, and you can see their ghostly images on the boardwalk.

There were boats coming up the river, too. I imagine they were looking for familiar, safe moorings at which to spend the night. You can’t see them in this time exposure (about 10 seconds), but you can see their running lights.

Just like a lot of things in life, I wasn’t sure how this shot would turn out. Still, I went to a lot of trouble to set up for it and took it anyway, because I wanted to know what would happen.

The image is now one of my favorites. Which makes me realize, all over again, that life is for taking chances, learning from our mistakes and exalting over our triumphs.

Life, the cliche tells us, goes on.

And it’s true. My pension will be whatever it is going to be. GM will become whatever it’s destined to become. I will do whatever I need to do to survive.

In the end, things that matter won’t change very much. I can still count on the love of my family. The world will turn. I will write more stories, take still more pictures and continue to experiment with them both.

In fact, I think I will take the tripod out tomorrow night and set it up, just to see what I might see.