Monday, November 25

Author walljm

I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and I resemble the INFP personality type.

Have you ever been in love? You know the feeling, the one that grows richer the longer you know the person. How many of you have someone you love very much? Have you ever loved someone that the impact of them on your life was so visibly evident that people noticed? I think that what Paul was talking about when he said to be “filled with the Spirit” was a lot like being in love, truly being in love with Christ. When you love someone deeply and personally in the sense that you might love your wife or husband, or…

This tree is located not far from my apartment. My whole neighborhood is full of poplar trees, their white bark gleaming gracefully in the sun and snow. The solar flare in this photo is unfortunate. I don’t think it detracts from the photo too much, but it would be better were it gone. Regardless, the photo is important. It shows what its like in the Central West End.Waterman Blvd and Belt Ave, St Louis, MO 63112

The Pilgrim Congregational Church on Union Blvd. I’m Baptist by upbringing and choice. One of the things often missing in Baptist churches is the kind of architecture that inspires the awe of God. The architecture of churches is one of the things that I rarely tire of. At some point I would like to spend time documenting all the churches in Saint Louis, but that’s an essay for another decade. :)826 Union Blvd, St Louis, MO 63108

"To recapitulate, then:-I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as The Rhythmical Creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is Taste. With the Intellect or with the Conscience, it has only collateral relations. Unless incidentally, it has no concern whatever either with Duty or with Truth." by Edgar Allen Poe (17)

My deepest apologies for letting the posts fall off the page. For the next indeterminable period of time I will be posting Black and White photographs of Saint Louis City. My goal is to capture, over the course of two or three years, the feel and nature of the city.I will also be posting the address for each photograph as closely as possible. My hope is to be able to eventually map the photographs spatially using maps.google.com. Oh, and due to an error in judgement and scripting, the first 20 or so photos do not have EXIF data to publish.…

A pattern commonly found among people who enter a new pursuit is, upon first introduction, to like everything without regard. Later, after having learned more, they tend to take on a sort of proud pugishness about their "understanding" of a form, disliking people who break the rules, and often writing volumnes to prove it… Eventually, they grow up a little and rise above this; usually this is because they begin to understood the principles behind the rules. Knowing principles allows them to better understand when a rule doesn’t really apply, and they will begin cautiously breaking rules when it suits…

On the way to the game park we stopped at a gas station to buy drink, use the pit latrine, and stretch our legs. The light post caught my attention. What fascinates me about much of the scenery in Uganda (and this is probably true of most third world countries) is the age and wear of everything considered technological. This isn’t meant as a criticism, but it does stand out in stark relief to me, because I live in a country where few things are that old. It is a different mentality, and the part of me that constantly yearns…

One of the things that struck me while in Africa, and continues to strike me, is the odd gap between technology and primitive conditions seen everywhere. Modern SUV’s next to mud huts, cell phones carried by people living in the middle of the bush.

A typical hut in the village of Adacar (pronounced Adachar). Most Ugandan’s live on subsistence farming, growing sorgum (corn), and a variety of other vegetables and staple crops. Due to much rain while we were there, the people in Adacar were hopeful for enough food to last through the dry season.

I apologize for the delay in posting. I was in Chicago at a conference when the last photo posted and wasn’t able to get to a net connection.This photo is of an alley in Soroti Town. The walls and general state of things is common throughout the country. The reddish brown color of the walls is from the dust that blows everywhere, especially in the dry season. This building could be brand new or 150 years old. Both would look the same. By the time a building is constructed it is covered with that dust.

As we were motoring along the Nile, on the west bank this big Bull Elephant was at the rivers edge, drinking and giving himself a bath. He stood there for a good ten minutes, showing off, spraying water, and eating the grass.

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