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A Remembrance of Times Past
I was faced, yesterday, with a typical teenager question, one most will have heard at some stage, maybe even uttered themselves. What’s the point. What is the point of all that we do, all that we learn, every second of every day? Do we have a purpose, or a destiny written in, or by, the stars, by fate, by some Almighty entity hidden from view and only revealed to the True Believer? The question, though, came from my partner who, to be brutally honest, has not seen their own teenage years for several decades, and who was referring to my penchant for historical works and, in particular, updating a certain…
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Dinosaur: Your Time Has Long Gone
I’ve never considered myself to be old, at least, not until the doctors starting telling me I really needed to lie down on the operating table and have a few things done to keep the old pump beating. And, to a certain extent, I still do not consider myself to be old despite what others might claim: I have been referred to as Grandpa, and the Old Man by various people, although I have tried to appear as if they couldn’t have been referring to me, and simply gone on my way. When it comes to technology, though, and the advances in computers and telecommunications, well, let me tell you…
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It’s Not Always What You Can See
I took the header photograph to this post back in June 2024, at a time when I was more active with my camera, travelling to many cities across the country, and making great plans for the future. Not, I hasten to add, my first great plans for the future, merely the latest ones. In the past I have written books, short stories, magazine articles and other papers for publication. I have acted on the theatre stage, and been in one or two minor films over which it is best to be quiet. I have invested in real estate, in art, in literature, in antique photography. The next great plan for…
