Thursday, March 5, 2015

Behind Bars

Does anyone in New England feel as if they are living behind bars?

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Orange Phil

Punxsutawney Phil's competition right here in Orange.  I backed out of my garage and waited for the door to make sure that it stayed closed.  Sometimes it decides to go back up again since the snow has been with us.  As I waited our own "Orange Phil" came out.  I was pretty amazed to see him and I think he was equally amazed at the snow cover.  He just sat there and didn't move.  It was like a stand off.  Finally I drove off and he went back I supposed from where he came.  There is this one place near the garage entrance that seems to be the entrance to a little chipmunk enclave.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Hand Colored Post Card

Someone posted this on one of my congregant's FB timelines a few days ago.  I have been looking and looking for a vintage postcard of Orange Congregational.  If any of you have one, or know of where I might find one, please let me know.  I want to have a vintage photo of all of the churches I have served.  So far I have two out of the four.  Thanks!  With apologies to CDP...this is not my photograph!!

Sunday, March 1, 2015

A Night at the Opera

Some friends invited me to 'A Night at the Opera' performed by the New Haven Chorale.  It was a wonderfully warm evening of food and opera.  Here we are at Battell Chapel on the campus of Yale University.

 Right before the performance began.
This is outside of Battell looking up.  As with most all of Yale, the architecture is stunning.

Saturday, February 28, 2015


Not sure if I posted this one or not, sorry for the duplicate if I did.  It was taken last fall up in Boston at the Museum of Fine Arts.  The leaves on the ivy were turning these glorious golds and oranges.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Ahjah Dah

Would you worship this goddess? The people of the Ancient Near East, way back in the day, worshipped all sorts of gods and goddess'. Need a fine glass of Chardonney - call upon Geshchtinanna, a Sumerian god grapevines and wine. How about a nice ciabatta with that? Dagen, god of grain can help. I guess when you're desperate, it doesn't matter what the deity looks like, if they've got the goods, well so be it.

But this babe? I've named her Ahjah Dah, goddess of upper intestinal distress. Clearly she's hurting and feeling your pain. Maybe the ciabatta had too much garlic and she lifts her well rounded breasts to breathe easier. Perhaps she's performing an ancient Semitic ritual of cleansing hoping to rid herself of what ails you. But the eyes, well they tell the story man, they tell the story.
I saw this sweetie in the Tower of David Museum inside of the Jaffe Gate at the Old City in Jerusalem. She's a beaut!

This is a post from March of 2008 from my blog 'From a Thin Place'.  I've posted in honor of Krista, my friend who is in Israel right now.  I've doctored this photo up in Pixlr from the original.