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Up too Late on Christmas Eve

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, Clouds, Color, Faith, family, God, HDR, New York City, On Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on 12/25/2013 by wooddickinson

FlyLast night I went to see Frozen with two of my daughters. Got home about midnight a bit wired so I sat down and wrote and edited on The Robin Randle Stories. Next thing I know it’s 3 AM! Wow. Now today I’m still working on Robin’s little story but need to call it a day. It is Christmas.

The update is, Robin’s getting close to finished. Some of the transitional scenes near the end are giving me fits but hey, that’s what writings all about. Right? Never give up, Never surrender. You just keep going till the damn thing’s beat you to death! By the way, this photo here is one I took flying to New York in 2005 I think. Just found it and it spoke to me. Post production time on this photograph, three hours. Just sayin’. Oh, and if you want to be a writer, make sure pounding criticism is one of those things that doesn’t bother you.

I wish everyone a wonderful Christmas. Let the light of God’s love shine in your heart.


Transition Denied

Posted in Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Fine Art Photography, Kansas City, Trees with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on 11/14/2010 by wooddickinson




I think about this a lot. To break it down the components of fall include a shortening of daylight hours, a drop in the normal temperature of the air, more gray cloudy days and trees abandoning their leaves and leaving the world a much more barren place.

I think the transition from one state to another should follow a natural transitional process.  All of life seems to be this way. Just look around you. When it comes to fall the leaves turn colors and then fade leaving the ground littered with their remains. This is all part of a natural process. They blow and swirl around the neighborhoods from yard to streets and back into another yard. I feel this is so much of the transitional part of fall we don’t recognize that the sudden disappearance of these leaves might be having a damaging effect on us emotionally.

It seems there are people who are so eager to get rid of these leaves it is almost like trash to them. Communities organize days where a machine will come down the street and suck up all the leaves.  One day the wonder of fall is everywhere then the next day all the yards and the streets are void and emptiness is left in its wake.

There is not much at all I hate in this world but this is one of them. This jarring disruption of a natural cycle I feel, is partially the cause of the malaise a lot of us feel. In my youth I remember the leaves on the ground for a very long time. People slowly raked them up and would burn them. The smell of burning leaves is something my children will never know. The smell so strong that to this day it calls me to my youth.

We live in a world that is moving much to fast. We can’t keep up yet we are in control. We can slow it down. I think we must slow it down. No time to walk the isles of the book store just enjoying being the presence of so many books. Nope I need it now so I dump it to my Kindle. We can’t write each other letters. We have to do it now and get the response immediately. I know I must bother the hell out of some people when I don’t read my email over the weekends.

Please slow down. Let the leaves rest on the ground then eventually mulch them and leave it on your yard. It’s better for us all.


…and onward we go

Posted in Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Color, Fine Art Photography, Monsters, Photography with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 11/09/2010 by wooddickinson


Fields north of Kansas City


Now that the excitement of October is past us all I can do is hold on. October is my month.  A transitional month that brings with it the changes in the earth and changes in us. It is a time for scary stories and getting lost in imagination about things that could be or just might be or really are. The truth is we don’t know. As I was driving back from a meeting at Benidictine College in Atchison, Kansas I noticed this barn sitting alone in a field that was prepared for spring.  I would guess it was at one time a building where tabaco was hung to cure.

I had to stop and take several shots of this barn. It was part of what makes rural Kansas. No ghosts or pumpkins here. No hay rides or other opportunities. Just life going on as we know it. The photo is cropped from the full frame. I tend to always overshoot my subjects just so I have a bit of room to play with. After a lot of thought and a couple of hours of fussing I got the sky the way I really saw it and let those colors reflect into the field.

Of course this isn’t what it “really” looked like but it is how I saw it as I glimpsed into “The Real” for a moment and tried to bring a bit of it back for all to see.

Yes now the madness of the holidays starts. We stumble through Thanksgiving then crash into Christmas ready for the relief of the New Years Eve party. Actually I don’t do that part but most of the rest. I did get the second draft of my October story finished before the 31st. Now I need to polish. The story is called “The Night Crawlers.” There is already a sequel to it in the works. That will be “From Darkness to Wonder.” I’ll keep you posted as to where this short story will show up so you can read it. And onward we go…

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