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I am fond of color. I love it. I can’t get enough of it. I cannot imagine what it would be like to be color blind, but I would imagine the world would be much less exciting without color. I’m thankful that I can see color. It’s something we rather take for granted, don’t you think?  I  mean, when is the last time you really stopped and thought about being able to see color and gave thanks for it?

We took a vacation to the Pacific northwest in early July and as we were out walking one day with our eldest son and his family, we came across this house. I suppose that there are probably some in the neighborhood that don’t appreciate the color scheme of this house, but I loved it! I only wish more houses were brightly and creatively painted rather than another white or brownish house. This house is obviously loved…it took a lot of detailed work to paint it and they did a really neat job of it, too.

I think that just as people are different and unique, it would be great if houses were all painted uniquely. Go to your paint store folks…and get with it!

ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY: in 1572, King Charles IX of France, under the sway of his mother, Catherine de Medici, ordered the assassination of Huguenot Protestant leaders in Paris, setting off an orgy of killing that results in the massacre of tens of thousands of Huguenots all across France.

Two days earlier, Catherine had ordered the murder of Admiral Gaspard de Coligny, a Huguenot leader whom she felt was leading her son into war with Spain. However, Coligny was only wounded, and Charles promised to investigate the assassination in order to placate the angry Huguenots. Catherine then convinced the young king that the Huguenots were on the brink of rebellion, and he authorized the murder of their leaders by the Catholic authorities. Most of these Huguenots were in Paris at the time, celebrating the marriage of their leader, Henry of Navarre, to the king’s sister, Margaret.

A list of those to be killed was drawn up, headed by Coligny, who was brutally beaten and thrown out of his bedroom window just before dawn on August 24. Once the killing started, mobs of Catholic Parisians, apparently overcome with bloodlust, began a general massacre of Huguenots. Charles issued a royal order on August 25 to halt the killing, but his pleas went unheeded as the massacres spread. Mass slaughters continued into October, reaching the provinces of Rouen, Lyon, Bourges, Bourdeaux, and Orleans. An estimated 3,000 French Protestants were killed in Paris, and as many as 70,000 in all of France. The massacre of Saint Bartholomew’s Day marked the resumption of religious civil war in France.

TRIVIA FOR TODAY: The sun contains 99.85% of the mass in the solar system. (Or, as Elvis would put it, it’s a hunka-hunka burning love!)

It’s Not Local, It’s Glow-ball

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When we were in Vermont back in August (sure seems like it was much longer ago than that!), we took some time to visit a small Vermont town. My lovely bride has a thing about walking around the town and checking out the stores. Outside of one store, they had some large glass balls that were really pretty and they captured my attention. I thought they were beautiful as they reflected the sky and their colors were gorgeous. This is one of them…the other was a rich purple color (maybe I’ll share it tomorrow!)

I don’t know how these things are made, do you? My hat is off, though, to the artist who made them!

ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY: in 1913, Rudolf Diesel, inventor of the engine that bears his name, disappeared from the steamship Dresden while traveling from Antwerp, Belgium to Harwick, England. On October 10, a Belgian sailor aboard a North Sea steamer spotted a body floating in the water; upon further investigation, it turned out that the body was Diesel’s. There was, and remains, a great deal of mystery surrounding his death: It was officially judged a suicide, but many people believed (and still believe) that Diesel was murdered.

Diesel patented a design for his engine on February 28, 1892,; the following year, he explained his design in a paper called “Theory and Construction of a Rational Heat Engine to Replace the Steam Engine and Contemporary Combustion Engine.” He called his invention a “compression ignition engine” that could burn any fuel–later on, the prototypes he built would run on peanut or vegetable oil–and needed no ignition system: It ignited by introducing fuel into a cylinder full of air that had been compressed to an extremely high pressure and was, therefore, extremely hot.

Such an engine would be unprecedentedly efficient, Diesel argued: In contrast to the other steam engines of the era, which wasted more than 90 percent of their fuel energy, Diesel calculated that his could be as much as 75 percent efficient. (That is, just one-quarter of their energy would be wasted.) The most efficient engine that Diesel ever actually built had an efficiency of 26 percent–not quite 75 percent, but still much better than its peers.

By 1912, there were more than 70,000 diesel engines working around the world, mostly in factories and generators. Eventually, Diesel’s engine would revolutionize the railroad industry; after World War II, trucks and buses also started using diesel-type engines that enabled them to carry heavy loads much more economically.

At the time of Diesel’s death, he was on his way to England to attend the groundbreaking of a new diesel-engine plant–and to meet with the British navy about installing his engine on their submarines. Conspiracy theories began to fly almost immediately: “Inventor Thrown Into the Sea to Stop Sale of Patents to British Government,” read one headline; another worried that Diesel was “Murdered by Agents from Big Oil Trusts.” It is likely that Diesel did throw himself overboard–as it turns out, he was nearly broke–but the mystery will probably never be solved.

TRIVIA FOR TODAY: The Capuchin Crypt in Rome consists of five chapels and a corridor 60 meters long—and it is decorated with the bones of 4,000 deceased monks. The coffee drink Cappuccino takes its name from this order of monks who were known by their custom of wearing a hood or cappucio with their habits.

…Lost in the Woods

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It is one of those days here in northern Georgia when you love to be inside.  It has been raining since before sunup and I don’t know if it has stopped all day.  I can hear the rain on the roof…and that is a sound that I love.  I love to look out the window on such a day and see the weather and color.  On a day like this, the rain has washed all the leaves clean of whatever dust has settled on the, it darkens the colors of the bark making for greater contrasts.  The cloud cover keeps everything from being too bright.

My wife stuck her head out the door briefly on a task and she asked if I had my camera.  Behind where we live, well, all around us, there are trees and bushes.  Though most of the leaves have fallen now, there is a tree behind us that still have most of its leaves and color.  I don’t know what kind of tree it is (I am fairly certain, though, that it is not a dandelion!), but it is one of my favorite kinds of trees.  And my wife was right: in the rain, there was beauty.

ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY:  in 1959, Robert Stroud, the famous “Birdman of Alcatraz,” was released from solitary confinement for the first time in 43 years. Stroud gained widespread fame and attention when author Thomas Gaddis wrote a biography that trumpeted Stroud’s ornithological expertise.

Stroud was first sent to prison in 1909 after he killed a bartender in a brawl. He had nearly completed his sentence at Leavenworth Federal Prison in Kansas when he stabbed a guard to death in 1916. Though he claimed to have acted in self-defense, he was convicted and sentenced to hang. A handwritten plea by Stroud’s mother to President Woodrow Wilson earned Stroud a commuted sentence of life in permanent solitary confinement.

For the next 15 years, Stroud lived among the canaries that were brought to him by visitors, and became an expert in birds and ornithological diseases. But after being ordered to give up his birds in 1931, he redirected his energies to writing about them and published his first book on ornithology two years later. When the publisher failed to pay Stroud royalties because he was barred from filing suit, Stroud took out advertisements complaining about the situation. Prison officials retaliated by sending him to Alcatraz, the federal prison with the worst conditions.

In 1943, Stroud’s Digest of the Diseases of Birds, a 500-page text that included his own illustrations, was published to general acclaim. In spite of his success, Stroud was depressed over the isolation he felt at Alcatraz, and he attempted suicide several times. The legendary “Birdman of Alcatraz” died in a Missouri prison in 1963 at the age of 73.

TRIVIA FOR TODAY:  One in five adults admitted to urinating in swimming pools, which means 20% of adults in swimming pools have urinated in it. Red eyes associated with swimming are not caused by chlorine. They are caused by chloramine, a chemical that is created when urine combines with the chlorine already in the pool. In fact, the more strong smelling a pool is, the more contaminated it is.



I like some pictures because of the emotions they evoke in me.  I like some because of the subject matter that causes me to think about the place, the person, or because it stirs a memory.  For example, I love photographs of the national parks that I’ve been to see because I can re-live those experiences to some degree through those pictures.  And I love to see photos of places I’ve never been before because the help me dream of going there and what it might be like to be there.  Some pictures are so evocative that you can almost feel the ocean breeze or crispness of the mountain air through the photograph.

Then, there are pictures that I like just because I think they are beautiful.  They can be pictures of nearly anything: scenery, still life, macro images, portraits of models or family members, wildlife or just about anything at all.  That’s how I feel about today’s photo.  Again, this was shot this past Saturday at a store across the highway from Nora Mill Granary near Helen, GA.  I was waiting for my wife (as is often the case when we go into stores) and saw a display of glassware with a stained glass decoration behind it.  Part of the display was a decanter with a crystal stopper.  I thought it was interesting the way the light and color from behind the stopper was inverted and distorted, so using a shallow depth of field I focused on the stopper and took this shot.  I didn’t realize until I got home and “developed” the shot that I realizes how truly colorful the light in the stopper was and how much I enjoyed this image.  It almost made me say out loud, “Now, ain’t that purdy!?”  I hope it delights you, too!

ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY:  in 1861, President Abraham Lincoln paid a late night visit to General George McClellan, who Lincoln had recently named general in chief of the Union army. The general retired to his chambers before speaking with the president.

This was the most famous example of McClellan’s cavalier disregard for the president’s authority. Lincoln had tapped McClellan to head the Army of the Potomac ”the main Union army in the East” in July 1861 after the disastrous Union defeat at the First Battle of Bull Run, Virginia. McClellan immediately began to build an effective army, and was elevated to general in chief after Winfield Scott resigned that fall. McClellan drew praise for his military initiatives but quickly developed a reputation for his arrogance and contempt toward the political leaders in Washington, D.C. After being named to the top army post, McClellan began openly associating with Democratic leaders in Congress and showing his disregard for the Republican administration. To his wife, McClellan wrote that Lincoln was “nothing more than a well-meaning baboon,” and Secretary of State William Seward was an “incompetent little puppy.”

Lincoln made frequent evening visits to McClellan’s house to discuss strategy. On November 13, Lincoln, Seward, and presidential secretary John Hay stopped by to see the general. McClellan was out, so the trio waited for his return. After an hour, McClellan came in and was told by a porter that the guests were waiting. McClellan headed for his room without a word, and only after Lincoln waited another half-hour was the group informed of McClellan’s retirement to bed. Hay felt that the president should have been greatly offended, but Lincoln replied that it was “better at this time not to be making points of etiquette and personal dignity.” Lincoln made no more visits to the general’s home. In March 1862, the president removed McClellan as general in chief of the army.

TRIVIA FOR TODAY:  In the ancient Mayan civilization, humans were often sacrificed to guarantee a good cacao harvest. First, the prisoner was forced to drink a cup of chocolate, which sometimes was spiked with blood because the Maya believed it would convert the victim’s heart into a cacao pod.

…a World of Color


I would hate to be color blind.  I enjoy color SO much!  It doesn’t matter if it’s a sunset, a mountain meadow full of gorgeous, multi-colored flowers, a richly colored iris in someone’s eye…as long as the colors are strong an bright, I like ’em!  I’m not much into paisley colors or pale colors.  I suppose that is one reason that I’m typically much more of fan of color photography than black and white – although there are times when black and white is far superior, depending on the subject matter.

This colorful shot as taken at the Greek Festival a bit over a week ago.  These dresses were on display and could be purchased, but alas, I didn’t need one so I didn’t buy any.

ON THIS DAY IN  HISTORY: in 1995, an unusually large avalanche buried homes and killed 20 people in Flateyri, Iceland. This was the second deadly avalanche in the region that year.

Ten months earlier, on January 17, the small fishing village of Sudavik had suffered a devastating avalanche in which 16 residents lost their lives. The incident illuminated the dangers of living in historically avalanche-prone areas. As winter began the following October, high winds in the West Fjords prompted evacuations across the region. Hundreds of electric poles were snapped by the winds and on October 26, an avalanche of snow, ice and rocks crushed and killed a herd of 18 horses in Langidalur. Later, another slide destroyed a storage building in Sugandafjor.

Residents remained on high alert on the evening of October 27. At 4 a.m., a deafening roar was heard above Flateyri as a huge avalanche crashed down the mountain above the town. Snow and rocks buried 17 homes, only one of which had been thought to lie in an avalanche danger zone. Local residents immediately attempted a rescue effort, which proved extremely difficult in the darkness with all landmarks erased. The would-be rescuers had trouble remembering where each buried home was actually located.

In the meantime, several victims were able to dig themselves out from under the snow.United States military helicopters and the Icelandic Coast Guard arrived with 600 rescuers and dogs specially trained to locate buried people. Eventually, 20 people were pulled out alive. One woman was saved after being stuck completely motionless for eight hours. The last survivor to be found, an 11-year-old girl, was rescued 11 hours after the avalanche. It took two days to locate all the bodies.

TRIVIA FOR TODAY: According to U.S. intelligence, North Korea could shoot a missile capable of striking Alaska, Hawaii, and the American West Coast. North Korea has an estimated 5,000 pounds of biological and chemical weapons.

…a Colorful Dangly-Thingy!


So, what is this?  It’s made out of metal and is one of those fun things that turns in the wind when  you hang it outside.  There must be a name for such things besides “colorful dangly-thingy”.  Anyone know?

This specific colorful dangly-thingy was hanging outside a store (where they just coincidentally sell them!) and it caught my attention while my wife and some friends from Pennsylvania were inside checking out the wares.  It was interesting to try to get it at its peak of colorfulness.

Why did I take the picture?  ‘Cause I like color and the way these colorful dangly-thingies look when they’re hangin’ in the wind!  And that’s all the reason I need.  It’s my camera, so I get to pick what I shoot with it!  So there!

ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY: today, in 1991, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, police officers spotted one Tracy Edwards running down the street in handcuffs, and upon investigation, they found one of the grisliest scenes in modern history -Jeffrey Dahmer’s apartment.

Edwards told the police that Dahmer had held him at his apartment and threatened to kill him. Although they initially thought the story was dubious, the officers took Edwards back to Dahmer’s apartment. Dahmer calmly explained that the whole matter was simply a misunderstanding and the officers almost believed him. However, they spotted a few Polaroid photos of dismembered bodies, and Dahmer was arrested.

When Dahmer’s apartment was fully searched, a house of horrors was revealed. In addition to photo albums full of pictures of body parts, the apartment was littered with human remains: several heads were in the refrigerator and freezer; two skulls were on top of the computer; and a 57-gallon drum containing several bodies decomposing in chemicals was found in a corner of the bedroom. There was also evidence to suggest that Dahmer had been eating some of his victims.

Neighbors told both detectives and the press that they had noticed an awful smell emanating from the apartment but that Dahmer had explained it away as expired meat. However, the most shocking revelation about how Dahmer had managed to conceal his awful crimes in the middle of a city apartment building would come a few days later.

Apparently, police had been called two months earlier about a naked and bleeding 14-year-old boy being chased down an alley by Dahmer. The responding officers actually returned the boy, who had been drugged, to Dahmer’s apartment–where he was promptly killed. The officers, who said that they believed it to be a domestic dispute, were later fired.

A forensic examination of the apartment turned up 11 victims–the first of whom disappeared in March 1989, just two months before Dahmer successfully escaped a prison sentence for child molestation by telling the judge that he was desperately seeking to change his conduct. Dahmer later confessed to 17 murders in all, dating back to his first victim in 1978.

The jury rejected Dahmer’s insanity defense, and he was sentenced to 15 life terms. He survived one attempt on his life in July 1994, but was killed by another inmate on November 28, 1994.

TRIVIA FOR TODAY:  Enough sunlight reaches the earth’s surface each minute to satisfy the world’s energy demands—for an entire year.

Living Color!


Depending on how old (or young!) you are, you’ll either remember this or not: “Now…in living color….”  Ah, I knew you’d remember that!

Back in the day when color televisions first started coming out, there were still quite a few TV shows that were broadcast in black and white.  When those shows started being filmed in color, they would tout this new achievement by saying, “Now…in living color” or “Brought to you in living color!”  It was pretty heady stuff.  I recall when we got our first color TV.  It was exciting!

I am not a fan of black and white movies or TV shows.  I am not, as a general rule (though it depends on the subject matter) not a fan of black and white photography.  I love color…LOTS of color, and the brighter the better (usually).

That’s why these flowers struck me.  I love the reds and the contrast between the softness of the white and the blaring, almost garish red.   I am so glad that we have been given the gift of color vision.  I am sorry for those who are color blind, but also very grateful that each day when I open my eyes, I can think, “This day is brought to you in living color!”

ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY:  in 1882, John Ringo, the famous gun-fighter, was found dead in Turkey Creek Canyon, Arizona.

Romanticized in both life and death, John Ringo was supposedly a Shakespeare-quoting gentleman whose wit was as quick as his gun. Some believed he was college educated, and his sense of honor and courage was sometimes compared to that of a British lord. In truth, Ringo was not a formally educated man, and he came from a struggling working-class Indiana family that gave him few advantages. Yet, he does appear to have been better read than most of his associates, and he clearly cultivated an image as a refined gentleman.

By the time he was 12, Ringo was already a crack shot with either a pistol or rifle. He left home when he was 19, eventually ending up in Texas, where in 1875 he became involved in a local feud known as the “Hoodoo War.” He killed at least two men, but seems to have either escaped prosecution, or when arrested, escaped his jail cell. By 1878, he was described as “one of the most desperate men in the frontier counties” of Texas, and he decided it was time to leave the state.

In 1879, Ringo resurfaced in southeastern Arizona, where he joined the motley ranks of outlaws and gunslingers hanging around the booming mining town of Tombstone. Nicknamed “Dutch,” Ringo had a reputation for being a reserved loner who was dangerous with a gun. He haunted the saloons of Tombstone and was probably an alcoholic. Not long after he arrived, Ringo shot a man dead for refusing to join him in a drink. Somehow, he again managed to avoid imprisonment by temporarily leaving town. He was not involved in the infamous gunfight at the O.K. Corral in 1881, but he did later challenge Doc Holliday (one of the survivors of the O.K. Corral fight) to a shootout. Holliday declined and citizens disarmed both men.

The manner of Ringo’s demise remains something of a mystery. He seems to have become despondent in 1882, perhaps because his family had treated him coldly when he had earlier visited them in San Jose. Witnesses reported that he began drinking even more heavily than usual. On this day in 1882, he was found dead in Turkey Creek Canyon outside of Tombstone. It looked as if Ringo had shot himself in the head and the official ruling was that he had committed suicide. Some believed, however, that he had been murdered either by his drinking friend Frank “Buckskin” Leslie or a young gambler named “Johnny-Behind-the-Deuce.” To complicate matters further, Wyatt Earp later claimed that he had killed Ringo. The truth remains obscure to this day. (In the movie, Tombstone, it was Doc Holiday who met John Ringo in a grove of trees and shot him dead in a quick-draw contest.)


TRIVIA FOR TODAY:  The bicycle was introduced into China around 1891 by two American travelers named Allen and Sachtleben. The bicycle is now the primary transportation for millions of Chinese. The last Qing emperor (Puyi) rode a bicycle around the Forbidden City in Beijing. China is currently the leading bicycle manufacturer in the world.

…I was framed!

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You can almost count on it in any law-and-order movie or television show: at some point, the person in jail, on death row, or who is being arrested and charged/convicted makes the claim that they are innocent and were framed by “somebody”!

I suppose that there are times when justice is mis-carried, but more often than not, I think that law enforcement does a pretty incredible job of sorting out who is telling the truth and who is lying.  And, more often than not, the claim of having been framed isn’t true.

As we strolled the craft booths at Jack London Square in Oakland, CA this past Saturday, one of the first booths we passed had a group of photo frames sitting on the ground.  They didn’t appear to have been intentionally arranged in any particular way (nor did I change the arrangement) and they leaned up against one another, tallest frames in the back.  I was instantly drawn to it as an intriguing composition for a photo and I took today’s shot.

What does this illustrate for us?  That even the ordinary things we see every day can make interesting photos because of their colors and lines.  We don’t have to have Mount Everest or the Hope diamond in front of us, nor Niagara Falls or the Grand Canyon.  The most common things can be fascinating if we take the time to literally take a different perspective or angle in looking at them, or to appreciate them for their own inherent beauty and usefulness.  Now, if only we could learn to see people that same way!!!!

ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY: in 1885, the dismantled State of Liberty, a gift from the people of France to the people of America, arrived in New York Harbor after being shipped across the Atlantic Ocean in 350 individual pieces packed in more than 200 cases.

Intended to commemorate the American Revolution and a century of friendship between the U.S. and France, the statue was designed by French sculptor Frederic-Auguste Bartholdi (who modeled it after his own mother), with assistance from engineer Gustave Eiffel, who later developed the iconic tower in Paris bearing his name.  The statue alone cost the French an estimated $250,000 (more than $5.5 million in today’s money).

Finally completed in Paris in summer 1884, the statue reached its home on Bedloe’s Island in New York Harbor.  After being reassembled, the 450,000-pound statue was officially dedicated on October 28, 1886, by President Cleveland, who said, “We will not forget that Liberty has here made her home; nor shall her chosen altar be neglected.” Standing more than 305 feet from the foundation of its pedestal to the top of its torch, the statue, dubbed “Liberty Enlightening the World” by Bartholdi, was taller than any structure in New York City at the time. The statue was originally copper-colored, but over the years it underwent a natural color-change process called patination that produced its current greenish-blue hue.

In 1903, a plaque inscribed with a sonnet titled “The New Colossus” by American poet Emma Lazarus, written 20 years earlier for a pedestal fundraiser, was placed on an interior wall of the pedestal. Lazarus’ now-famous words, which include “Give me your tired, your poor/Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,” became symbolic of America’s vision of itself as a land of opportunity for immigrants.

TRIVIA FOR TODAY:  The Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport (DFW) is home to the world’s largest parking lot. The Rick Husband Amarillo International Airport has the third largest runway in the world and was an alternate landing site for the space shuttle. Texas has more airports than any other state in the country.

Colors of the Rainbow


What is your favorite color?  How does one come to like pink versus dark blue?  Or dark blue instead of light blue?  What is it that affects our choice of a favorite color?  Could it be that we don’t quite all see colors the same way?  Perhaps our ability to perceive color varies as much as the pupil patterns in our eyes.

If you are like me, you have probably changed your favorite color a few times during your life.  When I was a kid, I was all about red.  I loved red!  I still love bright colors like a stunning, shocking red (as in the picture today), but my favorites are now purple and orange.  Why?  I don’t have a clue…I just like them.  I can’t think of any major events in my life that would have caused me to like or dislike any given color.

I guess, bottom line, when you get right down to it we humans are very diverse and each one of us is very unique.  I think that’s grand!

ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY:  in 1914, heavy fog caused a collision of ships on the St. Lawrence River in Canada that kills 1,073 people. Caused by a horrible series of blunders, this was one of the worst maritime disasters in history.

The Empress of Ireland left Quebec on May 28 with 1,057 passengers and 420 crew members on board. At 2:00 a.m. the following morning, the Empress was near Father Point on the St. Lawrence River when thick fog rolled in. A Norwegian coal freighter, the Storstad, was approaching as visibility was reduced to nearly nothing.

Although each ship was aware of the other, the Storstad failed to follow standard procedures for fog conditions, which call for stopping when visibility is drastically reduced. The Storstad only slowed, while the Empress came to a complete stop. TheStorstad hit the Empress mid-ship and sliced through its hull. Captain Thomas Anderson of the Storstad made matters even worse by failing to reverse engines after the crash. He proceeded directly ahead, crushing many people on board and turning the Empress over onto its side. Anderson later told investigators he had feared reversing would have allowed water to rush into the hole.

This was a colossal error. The Empress sank in just 14 minutes, taking the great majority of its passengers with it. Only 217 passengers and 248 crew members survived the collision. The subsequent investigation placed most of the blame on Captain Anderson, but found the Empress had also ignored some critical precautions that would have saved many lives. Because of the risk of collision, the Empress should have sealed its watertight doors, which would have minimized damage from a crash; it did not.

TRIVIA FOR TODAY: Calvin Graham was only 12 years old when he enlisted in the U.S. Navy. He won a Bronze Star and a Purple Heart before the Navy found out how old he was.

Without Color


There are those who love black and white photography.  And, I must say that when I see a really good black and white shot that I like them, too.  But, I’m a color guy.  Dyed in the wool, so to speak.

Have you tried to imagine what it would be like to be color blind, or to live in a world without color?  Imagine never seeing the color of your children’s eyes or their hair.  Imagine seeing a garden full of roses and other flowers in a dull, gray-like monotone.  Imagine only being able to wear clothes that were black or white.  What a boring world that would be!

I’m so thankful and grateful that we live in a world with color and that I can see it!

The native American pottery in today’s photo was on a store shelf in Gallup, NM where we stopped briefly on our way back to California from Georgia.  While my wife was looking at jewelry, I asked permission to take some photos because I was captivated by the colors of the pottery.  After getting permission, I moved among the display stands full of colorful pottery, snapping merrily away.  This was one of the results.

ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY:  in 1958,  the arrival in the United Kingdom of one of the biggest figures in rock and roll was looked forward to with great anticipation. Nowhere were the teen fans of the music coming out of America more enthusiastic than they were in England, and the coming tour of the great Jerry Lee Lewis promised to be a rousing success. “Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On” and “Great Balls Of Fire” had both been massive hits in the UK, and early demand for tickets was great enough that 27 appearances were booked in what promised to be the biggest tour yet by an American rock-and-roll star. There was just one problem: Unbeknownst to the British public and the organizers of the coming tour, Jerry Lee Lewis would be traveling to England as a newly married man, with his pretty young wife in tow. Just how young that wife really was would be revealed on this day in 1958, when Jerry Lee “The Killer” Lewis arrived at Heathrow Airport with his new “child bride.”

An inquisitive reporter for the Daily Mail named Paul Tanfield unwittingly broke the scandal when he inquired as to the identity of an especially young woman he’d spotted in the Killer’s entourage. “I’m Myra, Jerry’s wife,” said Myra Gail Lewis. Tanfield followed up with a question for the Killer himself: “And how old is Myra?” It was at this point that Jerry Lee must have cottoned to the fact that the rest of the world might take a somewhat skeptical view of his third marriage, because the answer he gave was a lie: “Fifteen.”

Myra Gail Lewis was actually only 13 years old, a fact that would soon come out along with certain other details, such as the fact that she was Jerry Lee’s first cousin (once removed) and that the pair had married five months before his divorce from his second wife was made official. Jerry Lee tried to set minds at ease on this last point—the second marriage was null and void, he explained, because it had taken place before his divorce from his first wife—but even the most skilled public-relations expert would have had a hard time spinning the unfolding story in Jerry Lee’s favor.

As the press hounded Jerry Lee and Myra Gail Lewis over the coming week, the Killer tried to go on with business as usual, but his first three shows drew meager audiences, and those that did buy tickets showered him with boos and catcalls. When the Rank chain of theaters cancelled the rest of his dates and his fashionable Mayfair hotel encouraged him to seek lodgings elsewhere, Jerry Lee Lewis left the UK, less than a week after his dramatic arrival on this day in 1958. Back home, he would face a blacklisting from which his career would never fully recover.

TRIVIA FOR TODAY:  Refrigerators in the U.S. consume about the same energy as 25 large power plants produce each year.