tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60487102011-11-27T16:37:55.926-07:00I lived in Culross till I was 1 year old. I came back each summer to stay with my grandparents. I remember buildings black with the stour of centuries. I remember gray clouds that strained the light. Today the causeway stones gleam, the mercat cross sports baskets of gay geraniums, the walls sparkle with whitewash and 10th-Century saffronwash.Elainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395104324364645496noreply@blogger.comBlogger3451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048710.post-5337454708221873682010-10-22T15:56:00.012-06:002010-10-27T15:02:03.759-06:00

In 1982, I lost a dear friend to suicide. Susan was the kind of girl who lit up people's lives. We were 26 years old the year she died, and had known each other since five years old at infants school.In 1999, a mutual friend, someone I thought of as an old friend, a man who had once been my lover, but not someone I trusted, brought me this calligraphy. He asked me to frame it in a worthy frame,

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Robert Burns, the Scottish poet, was born on January 25th. Traditionally around this time, Scots celebrate their most famous poet with a Burns supper.Burns wrote the song "Oh My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose." He also wrote "Auld Lang Syne." Burns spent a lot of time collecting traditional Scottish tunes and songs. He wrote poetry that showed compassion for living beings and joy tinged with

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The tree in my backyard at sunset catches my eye, often. I like to look through the branches of this tree in winter, and see the sky beyond the fence.

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"I'm giving it to ya straight, guys, meditation is important. As you can see there ain't nothing to it. First thing ya do is you sit on the cushion. If you live with human sentient beings, you gotta make yourself clear. You know how they get confused. So keep your message simple. Sitting in their lap while they are meditating is cute, but unless you're a cat, it's only a matter of time before you

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This picture shows the outer entrance to the Longmont Public Library. You walk under this steel girder to approach the Library - and I often do!

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"I love Barack Obama, Barack Obama, Barack Obama. I want him to be the President!" Isn't that how the song goes?Already, the economic and foreign policy analysts are analyzing and the political pundits are pundificating. But most of the world is just smiling. World leaders welcome Obama with wide smiles.I got a rare IM this morning from an old Scottish friend, who says, "Indeed the world just got

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I went to a party at the Boulderado Hotel in Boulder, Colorado. I snapped some shots. We had fun!

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I unwrapped this message from a piece of chocolate on my first day at work in my last contract. "Don't think about it so much!" (The exclamation mark is mine.) Marcia (not her real name), our Administrator, made the software department run like a well-calibrated machine. Part of Marcia's genius was that she kept a jar of foil-wrapped chocolates in her cube where passers by can reach them. I'm a

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Saying goodbye to my friends at the computer company where I finished my last contract. Although I'm ready to move on and make offerings elsewhere, I am also taking a moment to remember the flowering moments of fun and collaboration and the beautiful people in that Fort Collins high tech company. May we all end up rich in blessings like the sun and royal and gracious like the purple earth!

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Pansy purple with dew, originally uploaded by Culross7.I need to pick 3 flowers for an exhibition. I posted 34 here Culross7 Flowers . Tell me your 3 favorites. I want to know. I need all the help I can get. Thanks! Have fun!

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Here's a Scottish approach to marriage: My grandparents lived in Culross. My grandmother was a policeman's daughter from Dunfermline town. My grandfather was a handsome fellow come home from the front in his soldier's uniform. She called him Will. He called her Bella. My grandfather was a coal miner and a gardner and he always had a dog called Rover. My Gran liked Geraniums and fresh vegetables

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It is the second-hottest day of the year. I planned to take a lazy day reading Dorothy Parker and Chogyam Trungpa. I chanced to look through the window at the mess of branches and grass and weeds that sits on my patio. Oh, Bugger! That has got to go. I hear the message from deep in my A-type personality gut.So, I spend the afternoon happily snapping branches in two across my thigh like some big

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In 2001, Kevin Magenis, a former Maxtor Vice President, founded Cornice, a hard disk drive company that targeted the micro drive market. The company grew in the next few years. The cell phone and Ipod market boomed. Funded by venture capital, Cornice produced disk drives to compete with the compact flash(SF)drives. Sadly, even with exhaustive drop-testing, the micro drive couldn't compete with

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Last year I worked in Scots Bluff, Nebraska. One day, after work, in the late afternoon, I decided to drive out to take a picture of Chimney Rock. On my way out there, I saw these clouds that looked like a squadron of flying saucers. Then the train came, so I wanted to pan a shot of the train under the clouds. It's funny the things that catch my eye. I think the shot almost works. I entered it in

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by Mary OliverYou do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesFor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it loves.Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world goes on.Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rainare moving across the landscapes,over the prairies and the deep

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It's a thing of beauty. Check it out here!

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"Every day, think as you wake up, today I am fortunate to be alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it. I am going to use all my energies to develop myself, to expand my heart out to others; to achieve enlightenment for the benefit of all beings. I am going to have kind thoughts towards others, I am not going to get angry or think badly about others. I am going to benefit

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In 1955, James Stewart starred in a movie called The Man from Laramie. He always played a hero, a warrior. Well, I discovered this weekend that there are still warriors from Laramie...here they are - participants in Shambhala Training Level III, Warrior in the World.

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I never met a dog like TillieCould ever a dog be quite this silly.She likes to lick, lick, lick, and bark real shrilly.She licks, licks, licks, and licks her bellyThen her butt and that's way more smelly.Tillie likes nothing better than this.Hahaha... We call it the Tillie kiss.She'll jump you when you're watching the telly.You gasp and gasp and gasp. While on your heart our Tillie sits.She's

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THE DIGNITY OF THE TIBETAN PEOPLEThe sword of hatred is ornamented with the handle of invasion, A red star has imprisoned the sun and moon, The high snow-peaked mountains are cloaked in the darkness of a poisonous wind;The peaceful valleys have been shattered by the sound of artillery. But the dignity of the Tibetan people competes with the glory of the sky.Composed November 10, 1972.From FIRST

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I am not in Scotland today for the funeral.Today I drive through Loveland, Colorado.On my right I see the carmine red 'Aces' mortgage signOn my left I see the pale yellow 'Taco Bell' sign. It has purple and red trimRed traffic lights stop me and I look up.I see a mess of geese in the sky ahead.Each bird moves and arranges. I see the mess become a v as it moves out of my field of vision.Now the

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A memoir of Alan Edwards 1950 - 2008Why tomatoes - you might well ask. Well, I'd have to go back a bit. Alan Edwards. We first meet at the entrance to the Red Bar in Aberdeen University's student union. Here's how it happens: I am standing on the steps that lead down into the Red Bar. Red leatherette booths line the wall that stretches the length of the bar. It's a Thursday night. The bar is

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The day after a big snowfall, I noticed flocks of birds flying around. Every few minutes they flew from tree to roof to tree. They settled in a tree until the branches were busy with thrushes and finches. Then with one accord they lifted off the branches and flew to another roost. My yard attracted them, I suspect, because my trees still had berries on the branches. I tried to snap shots of them

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Sally Rickert's soon to be published book, "The Tortoise and the Chair" will sport this picture on its front cover. I enjoyed this chance to do a bit of studio work. We didn't like the natural light picture or the flash picture. So, I held the amber filter that came with my remote flash package in front of the lens. I like the result, but let me know what you think.Sally's book is about living

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My daughter's favorite 10 photos I took in the West.

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Woke up dis mawning....on the exact moment of my birth. It was 10:25 in Scotland and 3:25 in Colorado. Today is my birthday. I smiled, enjoyed the moment, and went back to sleep.Usually, I don't like to wake in the middle of the night, but my friend Barbara has a great saying that I love: Notice the perfection of the moment. It helps me appreciate the unexpected moments in life.Ahead of me is the

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This young woman takes her first steps in the adult world wearing gold high heels. She wears them at her high school graduation. They look superb with her purple gown and cap.She's not a schoolgirl any more. She's a grain of sand. She's turning into a pearl. The world is her oyster.

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Usually you want the animal to look at you. Something appealed to my sense of humor about this shot. I wish I had the presence of mind to shoot around that big rock. It bothers me--slap, dab in the middle of the foreground like that. I might try other crops, but I think it was hard to get rid of it.

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You can see the Irises below. And the squirrel? That would be me. I walked out on my deck this afernoon and fell in love with these lilac blue Irises. They are just starting to come up in my yard. I ran back indoors to get my camera. I haven't used it in a week. I couldn't find it. It wasn't in my house anywhere. It wasn't in my car. It wasn't in any of the cupboards or cabinets. It wasn't in the

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Lagerman Reservoir, sunset, fall 2006.I like this shot. The reflections seem peaceful to me. It seems too soft though. I want to see how this kind of shot will look if I use a tripod. (I balanced the camera on a rock for this shot which is why it's better than others I took on that walk.) I love it that photography is something I can experiment with and try different things. I wonder: "Hmmm, what

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In September 2007, His Holiness,the Dalai Lama visited Shambala Mountain Center. This picture shows Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche, head of Shambhala International awaiting the arrival of His Holiness. His face seems to say, "Did we remember everything?"

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My friend Ramona says the flowers talk to her. I told her that last year I saw tulip leaves but they didn't flower. This year they flower. Ramona says the tulips told her they flower because Elaine is here.

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Hugh died on April 21. Hugh and I were married in 1983. He was my first husband. It didn't work out between us, and we both remarried other people.Hugh left behind four children ages 11 to 20. His wife died two years ago of a stroke.Hugh came into my life like a big surprise. The day after he first stayed the night, I came home from work to find a cyclamen plant on my dresser.That said something

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This house sits on a ridge on Nelson Road. The sunset lights it up in this picture.

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Johnny is a carpenter. He got this idea to open a cigar bar. He put the gantry in himself. Johnny comes from New York. He came with a woman called Sara (not her real name) who called herself his partner and his business partner. She isn't around now. "The business moves on without her," the barman says. "Her New York ways didn't sit right with the people in the business, the people out here in

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To understand the story below, you should scroll down to the picture titled "Starting out for work in the morning." Then scroll back up. Then read this story. This story happened between the picture "Turn to Green" and the picture "Home again, home again."In Tibet, they say sometimes that the snow is so deep that even evildoers won't go out in it.It's deep outside now.I am so grateful for every

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