Robinson Springs United Methodist Church in Millbrook Alabama, one of the oldest churches in Elmore County was built in 1848. It is built in classic Greek Revival style which was very popular in the 1830s through the 1840s. The heart pine foundation is still solid and held in place by pegs. Amazingly there are several families worshiping at the church who are the eighth generation of their family to remain in this congregation.
The entire project (non stop since November 2005) is an experiment in: visual, audio, and intellectual exploration.
Tuesday, November 03, 2015
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Laughter
My father sleeps under the blue lagoon
dreaming sweetly of grassy days in
dappled sunlight,
cousins playing vibrantly around
the many ancient oaks,
hiding behind the trunks with
fierce intent....
Scream! Leap! Tackle!
The children lay rolling in
bales of laughter, caring
not for dirt stains, or
scuff marks,
only for
laughter.
Owl's Nest - Wildacres - NC - October 7, 2015.
dreaming sweetly of grassy days in
dappled sunlight,
cousins playing vibrantly around
the many ancient oaks,
hiding behind the trunks with
fierce intent....
Scream! Leap! Tackle!
The children lay rolling in
bales of laughter, caring
not for dirt stains, or
scuff marks,
only for
laughter.
Owl's Nest - Wildacres - NC - October 7, 2015.
Monday, October 05, 2015
Saturday, October 03, 2015
Haiku 14
Haiku 14
Grey ghosts fly overhead
Together in a vee shape –
No honking today.
Sent from my iOS phone.
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Explanation ....
I've been experimenting with updating this blog via email.
Here are a couple of the ways that do not work:
1) The Day One app. This is my favorite app for writing on the phone. However, when you send a note via email it clutters the subject line with a title that is relevant to the
date the Day One app sent the file. Your note Title is missing.
2) Evernote. This is my favorite app for organizing notes. However, when you share via email the shared "Work Chat" becomes an icon to click, therefore you cannot update this
blog in that manner.
The one thing I did learn was that when using standard email to update this blog the contents of the subject line become the title of the blog entry. Perfect!
If I forget the subject line, the first line of the article becomes the title of the entry. --- Not optimal!
Here are a couple of the ways that do not work:
1) The Day One app. This is my favorite app for writing on the phone. However, when you send a note via email it clutters the subject line with a title that is relevant to the
date the Day One app sent the file. Your note Title is missing.
2) Evernote. This is my favorite app for organizing notes. However, when you share via email the shared "Work Chat" becomes an icon to click, therefore you cannot update this
blog in that manner.
The one thing I did learn was that when using standard email to update this blog the contents of the subject line become the title of the blog entry. Perfect!
If I forget the subject line, the first line of the article becomes the title of the entry. --- Not optimal!
NIGHTSIGHT
Nightsight
Cloud caressing towers create man
made canyons that drown in
dusk induced darkness.
Vagrant wind glances down the dusty street
startles windows and slaps soiled
newspapers across yellow lines.
Humpbacked shadows flicker like
indecisive moths
circling unevenly spaced street lights.
Colorless cars evade airborne paper
skirting pools of halogen light
stirring the shadows into decisive action.
Harrowing loneliness radiates from my marrow
pervades thoughts of my tomorrow and
strangle my fears of yesterday.
Solitary vertigo overwhelms my sight,
diminishes my spirit and
quenches the fires of the night.
Birmingham, AL - February 21, 1990
The evening view from my cubicle on the
13th floor.
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Pre Autumn Chill
Pre Autumn Chill
The bird calls echo through the tall wooden
columns, underneath the leafy cathedral
ceiling, among the randomly arrayed
understory comprised of brilliant foliage,
shrubs, rotted debris, and four legged
creatures scurrying about in search of
food.
The calliopeic warble of the different
Avian families rebound and re echo from
corners of the cathedral, a building with no
walls, a building with no windows, open to
atmospheric flights of aerial mastery,
and the approachment of Autumn.
A chilled sunrise in late August speaks
Autumnal murmurations at the
latitude of thirty three degrees above the
equator; bringing a loving reminder that
alas, awhile burning summer heat is not banished
from the Southern landscape,
—– it's days are numbered.
Elmore N. Scott, Jr. ©
August 26, 2015 -
, Hoover, AL, United States
The bird calls echo through the tall wooden
columns, underneath the leafy cathedral
ceiling, among the randomly arrayed
understory comprised of brilliant foliage,
shrubs, rotted debris, and four legged
creatures scurrying about in search of
food.
The calliopeic warble of the different
Avian families rebound and re echo from
corners of the cathedral, a building with no
walls, a building with no windows, open to
atmospheric flights of aerial mastery,
and the approachment of Autumn.
A chilled sunrise in late August speaks
Autumnal murmurations at the
latitude of thirty three degrees above the
equator; bringing a loving reminder that
alas, awhile burning summer heat is not banished
from the Southern landscape,
—– it's days are numbered.
Elmore N. Scott, Jr. ©
August 26, 2015 -
, Hoover, AL, United States
Sent from my iOS phone.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
The Worst Hard Time
An extraordinary book about America's greatest climate disaster. The Worst Hard Time tells the story of the people caught up in the circumstances that led to a greed fueled desire to get rich, at the expense of the greatest grasslands on the North American continent. As the disaster unfolded the reader is taken into the dust filled lives of the ordinary people who watched their land dry up and blo...w away. Who knew that at one point the dust made it all the way to New York City and Washington D.C. and blew more than 200 miles out into the Atlantic Ocean . By the end of the book you have met many memorable characters, historic people, and the ordinary people who had to decide whether to leave or stay as their soil, their farms and their towns blew away.
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
from: Rod Scott
Hi Nimrodscott
http://dealsonfitness.info/clearly.php?cover=kk9kgek58uvzw9bx
nimrodscott@yahoo.com
Nimrodscott
Sent from my iPhone
http://dealsonfitness.info/clearly.php?cover=kk9kgek58uvzw9bx
nimrodscott@yahoo.com
Nimrodscott
Sent from my iPhone
Sunday, May 03, 2015
John Cook Makes a Great Point about Communication
Scientists are from Mars, Laypeople are
from Venus:
An Evidence-Based Rationale for
Communicating the Consensus on Climate
John Cook and Peter Jacobs
http://reports.ncse.com/index.php/rncse/article/view/347/599
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