Well Big Chuck, it certainly is a mystery that will never be answered. As I said to my work campadre Bill, just before leaving for the islands, "Before you know it I'll be back at work, then the next thing you know, you'll be at my funeral saying swell things about me - maybe". Jim
Asi es la vida. We are no more or less than penquins on the march, mayflies hatching, or salmon swimming up that big river. We just think we are more important or meaningful but we are passing through like everything else.
We all do routine, mundane things. The beauty lies not in that we do them, not even in that we do them with some sort of emotion attached (even if that emotion may be boredom), but that said emotion is recordable, written down to share with others or help us remember years from now. That has the ability to provoke dialog, to compare our existence with others, to reach out....
The picture of the hands: it's happening to all of us. It makes me wonder whether the skin's fragility in old age provides a window to the appearance of our livers or (scarier yet) our brains.
Big Chuck's blog is a window into his soul, only the glass is really dirty. --Edwina "Mom" Schmutz President, Windex Corp.
Chuck’s groundbreaking achievement is the integration of deep philosophical ignorance with an astonishing lack of photographic skill. --Edward T. Rucker, PhD. Big Chuck is big, but he's no Mencken. --Howie Berg New Journal for Outsourced Public Education
What’s all the fuss? --Robert Wince,Weltschmerz
Chuck puts the blog back in blogging. A photo-literary tour de France, rich in pretension. --Mike Harris, Digitalis News
Consistently inconsistent. Big Chuck’s commentaries run the gamut from silly to embarrassing. --Juan Enrico Diego de Felix-Cordoba y Menendez-Strassner-Schley. Chair, Committee for Continued U.S. Oppression of Cuba. -------------------------------------------- Click images to enlarge. All text & images by Chuck, unless otherwise noted.
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Well Big Chuck, it certainly is a mystery that will never be answered.
As I said to my work campadre Bill, just before leaving for the islands, "Before you know it I'll be back at work, then the next thing you know, you'll be at my funeral saying swell things about me - maybe".
Jim
Asi es la vida. We are no more or less than penquins on the march, mayflies hatching, or salmon swimming up that big river. We just think we are more important or meaningful but we are passing through like everything else.
We all do routine, mundane things. The beauty lies not in that we do them, not even in that we do them with some sort of emotion attached (even if that emotion may be boredom), but that said emotion is recordable, written down to share with others or help us remember years from now. That has the ability to provoke dialog, to compare our existence with others, to reach out....
The picture of the hands: it's happening to all of us. It makes me wonder whether the skin's fragility in old age provides a window to the appearance of our livers or (scarier yet) our brains.
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