Sunday, August 10, 2008


Years ago I recognized my kinship with all living things, and I made up my mind that I was not one bit better than the meanest on the earth. I said then and I say now, that while there is a lower class, I am in it; while there is a criminal element, I am of it; while there is a soul in prison, I am not free.-Eugene V. Debs (on freedom)

so i'm going to revisit some older photos for those who are new to my journal and for my constant friends it might be refreshing to see something i did before again  i'll do this from time to time as i continue to shoot photos on the road   ...anyways, this photo was taken @ White Sands National Park, NM   it's a beautiful place   really need to visit to get the full beauty that it is....

now this morn, i sit glued to the Olympics again   this time it's our men's basketball team playing the host team of China   we started off slowly, but for the moment we have pulled a considerable lead ahead of them   it's half time   more to come...

in the meantime, yesterday was rather uneventfull   work was so slow i had the opportunity to do some duties outside of the store   always good to get some fresh air   smokers have their breaks, so i take any opportunity to get outside for a few whenever i can   and in the meantime, i ask does anyone actually WORK anymore   i worked with another woman yesterday   she did more work than the previous one, but still had a lot of lazy moments of doing nothing   who knows, maybe i'm a workaholic   well i was when employed at the p.o. for 20yrs    and that is very hard work   every small job i've had since retiring seems like nothing in comparison, except when i volunteered at church   i was busy all day long every day i was there   that was like work   so in the meantime, i bask at the leisurely pace i have now   it is necessary, otherwise i'd be back at the p.o. trekking away on the route delivering mail   so with these differences in "work"  i ask, how does one measure really what is work?


midwestvintage said...

 My mom worked at the P.O. for 13 years until she died.  One of the first women to be employed in this town.  Hard work throwing those mail bags for someone who was just shy of 5 ft.  But with 5 kids to feed..... I love the shot.


lv2trnscrb said...

beautiful picture! we lived in Santa Fe for 2 years, years ago, but never made it to visit at White Sands

I think people these days just entering the work force (the younger generation) have less work ethics than we did/do (I'm 50); my son (19) and his friends have a much different opinion of work than I do; I give it 100%; to them its something they'll try to tolerate until something else comes better along

(our post office in Montana would collect food twice a year like you mentioned in my journal; unfortunately here they don't do that in So. Calif; I wonder if its because a lot of our mailboxes are in one big mailbox with individual boxes that we access by key that are located strategically on corner spots instead of us having individual mail boxes; I know the post office in Montana collected tons of food on their semi-annual food collections)


jmorancoyle said...

    Work is something that every person has to define themselves. I've always worked hard. Of my three kids, I know one is a hard worker. One is a whiner. I think the other one smiles and spreads her personality all over and doesn't have to.
    Your photo evokes emotion. It makes me lonely, possibly because of the one little spot of greenery, and nothing else about it. It is really pretty.