A few weeks ago, a fellow who works in construction told me people are building patio rooms and other back yard attractions like crazy right now. For many of us, our back yard is a haven during these restrictive times. Last night I walked outside as is my custom before bedtime, and I was fascinated by the reflection of the moon in our swimming pool. I’ve been inspired by things I see out back so many times. Continue reading “Moon in the pool: Back yard is haven during COVID shutdown”
It’s easy to be frustrated these days, and even easier if you’re an artist working in any genre or medium. Some of us thrive on freedom of movement, and on interacting with different types of people. This isn’t as practical to do now that healthy and sick alike are abiding by quarantine-like conditions. No concerts, theatrical productions, sporting events, and such without proper social distancing.
There is a source of inspiration for us, though, and that source has inspired some of the most remarkable art in history. It’s free to all. Continue reading “Largest auditorium on planet is free to all”
Individualism has long appealed to me, and of late, I’ve been trying to study key figures who’ve written about it in the past. I practically wallowed in Ayn Rand for years, and of course did some reading on Thomas Hobbes. Via other writers’ works and essays, I bumped into Tibor R. Machan who passed away in 2016 as the US presidential election kicked into high gear with the energy of a muscle car blowing past my 176-horsepower vehicle on I-95. Continue reading “Jeffrey Tucker’s tribute to dead philosopher more useful than political speech on race”
Ask anyone who knows me where my favorite place is, and the answer would be my backyard. There’s a whole world of wonder there, an ongoing drama of war, love (of sorts), and joy. War, you may ask? In a back yard? Yep. Continue reading “Drama of love and war in my own backyard”
By Jennifer Day Thompson
I knew it would happen eventually. I knew there would come a day when I would no longer see my elderly neighbor across the street sitting outside or going for his afternoon walk. I didn’t know how long it would take, but I knew that the time would come when this familiar sight would change. Continue reading “From standard job to self-employed musician, the transition was bumpy”