Looking at Pictures

Simply to ask the question, what am I seeing?  and to start answering that question, allows the picture to speak with an eloquence that may astonish you.  It’s a bit like reading a text is or being a language – As Fr Crouse would say, you keeping staring at it until it makes sense. 

Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

In my home growing up, you could hear the plangent tones of this Nashville lament in Kristofferson’s own version, crackling from an old LP on Sunday mornings. This was to the smells of brewing coffee and frying bacon, after we had returned from church, which we attended every Sunday at home or on vacation. Sunday mornin’ hadn’t come down until we’d gone to church.