We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Makes ya wonder--why? A dog or a chimp wouldn't think it so.
Yet any human, anywhere in space and/or time, would.
But why? It's almost a proof of the existence of a higher power, isn't it? Something that has imbued us all with the same eye for what in nature has beauty? How else would it be so, that we all see it this way?
Why is the Parthenon as beautiful today as when it was built 2,500 years ago?
Looks to be a view from the Kancamagus Highway. God Lord, I love that stretch of road. When I was a kid my family would overnight in Lincoln and we would invariably stop at Lower Falls to swim. Later, as a teen, I would go to places like Sabbaday Falls with my friends to take greater risks in the cold, White Mountain streams. (Nathaniel, if you're reading this, you're lucky you can still walk).
The first time I dabbled in photography I traveled to the Albany Bridge over the Swift River in the White Mountain Region and took lousy photos with a battered Minolta Maxxum 7000.
Weeks before my friend Brian died in a skiing accident we drove the Kancamagus and talked of God. It was in the midst of a violent, beautiful snowstorm. We stopped on a utility road and walked into the woods. All I heard was the sibilant hiss of the falling snow, the wind wailing and moving the pines, and the otherwise enormous quietude of what seemed for the moment a virgin earth. I was an easy place to believe in God.