Thanksgiving Songs

Pond Near Winchester Center
Winchester, CT

This morning I realize that the things I am most grateful for are the simplest. Even my photographs tend to be uncomplicated frames. Adding more clutters and complicates. It's an irony that we spend a lifetime gathering and at the end we take with us very little. Some however spend a lifetime adding clutter and sharing very little. Those same hold a nation hostage this Thanksgiving.


I wanted to find something to sing about this Thanksgiving, but it seems that Christmas and New Year have the market covered. There are a few Amish tunes but nothing quite catchy that will inspire a pop singer to rush to record and sell. You aren't about to hear Lady Gaga sing "Tis the gift to be simple, Tis the gift to be free." Perhaps we have all grown to complicated.


For lack of inspiration this morning, I would like to leave you with two clips this morning: one from Billy Crystal and Robert De Niro discussing their Thanksgiving roles and the other with Steve Martin and his first atheist ballad.  After an exhausting year, I remain most grateful that despite Congressional disfunction my sense of humor remains intact.


Oh before I forget, make sure you call your folks today and let them know you love them. It's another thing to be grateful for.

Float

Pond
Winchester, CT

Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.

Aristotle

Ever since I can remember, I have always found time to spend in the solitude of nature. I use the time to reflect upon where I have been and where I am going. I reflect on my life and I pause and absorb all that is happening before me and around me. I becomes we as I quickly observe animate and inanimate objects which surround me. In the woods alone I am not.

I am so looking forward to the next few weeks of communing with nature, my old friend. We have so much to catch up on; I want to listen to what my friend has to say, you might say its our nature homecoming. I want to see the leaves above and feel them below me. I want to smell their sweet autumn fragrance. Cloudy or bright skies, it wont matter to me much. What I am looking forward to most is that perfect silence of woods only interrupted by the intermittent babbling of nearby brooks and distant birds migrating south.

It's fall; time for me to catch up with my old friend. Underneath the trees and along the creek shores we will talk and reminisce. If I am lucky my friend will pose for me just a few frames and nothing more before we pick up our conversation once more.