Seeing Things, Saying Things

Musings About Writing, Photography and Teaching

Another Double Rainbow

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Mary Ann and I were talking by phone around 7 p.m. when she said she saw a rainbow. It had not been much of a storm, a little thunder and lighting, but not a whole lot of rain. Then she said the rainbow was getting brighter. We were about done talking and she had to get back to work. But first there was the matter of recording yet another rainbow over Cleveland. The view is looking southeastward.

Pounding Out Another Story

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Ernie Pyle is a name that was familiar to those who lived during World War II.

The Indiana-born journalist was, arguably, the best known war correspondent of his day, earning the Pulitzer Prize in 1944 for his accounts of the life of ordinary soldiers.

Writing for the Scripps-Howard chain of newspapers, Pyle was killed on April 18, 1945, during the Battle of Okinawa.

For many years the building housing the School of Journalism at Indiana University was named after Pyle.

There was a bust of him inside the building and, if my memory serves me correctly, a photograph or painting of him elsewhere.

Some incorrectly thought the School of Journalism itself was named after Pyle, but that was not the case.

Not long ago the School of Journalism was merged with a couple of other programs to create a new Media School, which was moved to Franklin Hall.

As part of that move, a statue of Pyle pounding out a story on his portable typewriter in the war zone was commissioned and placed near the entrance to Franklin Hall.

The statue brings to life a glimpse of a time that virtually all college students today only know from history books.

Storm Light

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Photographs featuring storm light can be planned, but often they occur by happenstance. You’re in the middle of a storm, but it passes through and the sun comes out behind it. Such was the case when Mary Ann Whitley was taking a break at work following a storm and captured this image of the gold budding trees against the back of the storm.

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June 16, 2017 at 6:40 am

Up Early to Catch the Sunrise

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I made it a point during a stay last October at a bed and breakfast outside of Tucson, Arizona, to get up early to catch the sun rising over the Santa Catalina Mountains.

The view wasn’t as colorful or spectacular as the sunset I had photographed from the same location the night before.

But it was a nice view nonetheless. It was quite cool in the desert. It might be in the 90s during the daytime, but the air cools rapidly after sunset.

There was a small wisp of clouds over the mountains that caught the early  morning light. The air was still aside from a few birds chirping away.

It was one of those moments I won’t soon, if ever, forget.

Please Keep Me, Too!

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We’ve been going through boxes in the attic and getting rid of stuff that we’ve had for years but no longer need. Truth be told maybe we didn’t need it years ago, but some things tend to get saved because the time isn’t right to part with it.

A couple days ago another couple of boxes made their way down from the attic to my office. Next to them was an empty box that Mary Ann marked “Put stuff to keep in this box.”

It was late afternoon and neither of knew where Suki was. We were talking about something in my office when Mary Ann was surprised to see Suki sacked out in the empty “put stuff to keep” box.

Has a cat ever seen an empty box it didn’t want to get into?

Suki doesn’t often come into my office. But somehow she found the “put stuff to keep box” and made herself at home.

Mary Ann started laughing and went to get her smart phone. The image was too much to resist.

I’m sure it was pure coincidence that Suki got into this box. After all, cats can’t read, right?

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June 14, 2017 at 6:52 am

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He Hardly Moved All Day

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During a visit to the Arizona Sonora Desert Museum last October I was hoping to make photographs of an ocelot moving around in his grotto.

But the temperature that day was in the 90s and the ocelot didn’t feel like doing anything but sleeping. I can’t say I blame him.

I returned to the wildcat exhibit three times throughout the day and ocelot had barely moved. This was the best I was image I was able to make.

The lesson I took away from this is that I need to visit the museum on a cooler day.

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June 13, 2017 at 7:31 am

Hey Indy!

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Many people hardly look out the window when they fly, but I make it a point to request a window seat and watch the landscape below as we cruise along.

I want to know where I am an I enjoy seeing places where I once lived and/or know.

I was en route from Cleveland to Phoenix aboard a Southwest Airlines Boeing 737 when the captain said we were over Muncie, Indiana.

At the time, there was a cloud cover so I couldn’t see anything. ┬áBut I kept looking and soon the clouds parted and I was able to pick out Indianapolis, a city where I lived in the late 1980s and early 1990s.

That is the White River meandering just west of downtown.

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June 9, 2017 at 3:31 pm