november 30, 2018

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“If I were to change one thing it could change everything. We should all be happy with what we have!” ~ Dolly Parton

 

One

 

This incredible card arrived in my mailbox today. Pam and Barb win Friday. Let it be.

 

TWO

november 29, 2018

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“Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.” ~ Joseph Campbell

 

crystal clear (camera+)

 

A couple of months ago I bought a crystal sphere used for some fun photo effects. I haven’t had time to play with it except for the thirty minutes of daylight I still had the day it arrived. A couple of days ago Eric Chapman reminded me that I still had that first crystal sphere photo. Not impressive, but when I have a minute in a great location with my real camera, it just might be. Stay tuned!

november 28, 2018

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“Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.”
~ Shakespeare

 

snappers 1

 

These two, lawzee, they love their phone cameras. I’m pretty sure they took more pictures than I did at Thanksgiving. Of course, they have kids so, there is that. Otherwise, I think they might need an intervention. I wouldn’t change ’em for nothing, phones and all. 

 

snappers 2

november 27, 2018

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“Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” ~ Roy T. Bennett

 

layers 1

 

I love the layers I saw from this opera. There was so much going on all over the stage even when it seemed as if there wasn’t. I’m also having a great time processing the photos, learning new things as I go. The closest thing I’ve photographed to this are musical acts, but there aren’t as many people (generally) and there aren’t a host of scenes all at once. I’d love to do more theater shoots. I’m fascinated and totally hooked.

 

layers 2

november 26, 2018

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“What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?” ~ George Eliot

 

the anguish of war 1

 

the anguish of war 2

 

the anguish of war 3

 

I’ve finally gotten enough off my plate to go back to the photos from UK Opera’s production of Silent Night. I caught a nice series of shots around Terry Keys during the first battle scene.I didn’t realize at the time the role he was playing portrayed the anguish many soldiers must feel during battle. I still marvel at how awesome Terry is and how exciting his first opera showing must have been for him. I’m just so glad I could be there for the dress rehearsal to cheer him on. 

november 25, 2018

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“The more you practice the art of thankfulness, the more you have to be thankful for.” ~ Normal Vincent Peale

 

Adam and Elizabeth Jones Terry

 

Continuing with the ancestor theme, here’s a photo of my grandfather Terry’s parents. Adam (Casebolt) Terry married his first wife, my great grandmother, Elizabeth Betty Jones in 1906. She was fifteen years old. He was 21. They had nine children over the next 22 years. She died at the young age of 47, four days after her grandson Norvin, my dad, was born. They say she had the chance to see and hold him only once. My Aunt Mable looks so much like her it’s stunning, frankly. As we were in the hall admiring the photos, Cousin Missy said, “He looks like a gangster,” to which I replied, “Because he was.” He was the Hillbilly version of a gangster anyway. Like Arby Prater, he dabbled in moonshine, but he was much more than a dabbler. He was the guy that protected the area moonshiners from the revenuers. These law men came into the mountains of Perry and Knott Counties never to be seen or heard from again. They say Adam killed at least seven men, maybe as many as fifteen, but apparently no one knows for certain (or dad doesn’t know for sure). All stereotype is born of some truth, and it seems Adam played his part in this one. He died in 1952. He’s buried beside his second wife in the Adam Terry Cemetery just off Highway 80 on the Perry/Knott County line. It sits on a hill in what used to be Ball Creek before the highway ripped clean through it. His family owned a farm on Ball Creek. There’s even a Terry Branch of Ball Creek, though it’s called Ball Fork on modern maps. And if you’re wondering about the name Casebolt, that is our real surname. The name Terry was adopted by Adam’s grandfather, Silas, whose father, John Casebolt, died in 1814. Silas was hardly a year old at the time. Silas’ mother, Salverry Sabra Estep (evidence that I come by my unusual name honestly), remarried a man named William Terry. The next two generations often appear in documents with both Terry and Casebolt until they finally settled on Terry, at least our line anyway. Other descendant lines kept the original Casebolt. Adam and Elizabeth had quite the life together. I wish I could have known them.

november 24, 2018

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“We don’t need more to be thankful for. We just need to be more thankful.” ~ Unknown

 

paternal side

 

This is Arby Prater and Dora Elizabeth Bailey, my grandmother Terry’s parents. This photo, and the photo of my Grandfather Terry’s parents, used to hang in my grandparent’s bedroom. Today, they hang in Aunt Lois’ hallway. I hadn’t seen the photos in many years until I saw them on Thanksgiving Day. Dora died four years before I was born, so I never got to meet her, unfortunately. I heard many wonderful stories about her and how her life changed for the better when she married Arby. I have a single vision of Arby sitting silently in a recliner. He died when I was five and that’s all I remember about him. He was a son to Big Jim Prater, a well-known man in the Cannel City, Kentucky area. I understand he had quite a bit of land. Arby himself owned the head of Railroad Fork. He worked a lumber mill, farmed, and perhaps dabbled a bit in moonshine, or so dad has said. Dora and Arby had quite a life together. 

november 23, 2018

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“Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” ~ Franz Kafka

 

aunt love

 

Despite the way it looks, AJ really does love his aunt Jessica. He tries really hard to not be a hugger; to avoid affection, smiling, you know, all those things that you think aren’t cool when you’re a teenage boy (or girl). He ain’t foolin’ nobody. We see how he looks after his little brother, minds his mama and daddy, cares for his mamaw and papaw, hangs out with his cousins, and talks kindly to the family. He’s a good kid even if he doesn’t like hugs anymore, but he’ll come back around. We all do.

november 22, 2018

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“He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but grateful for those which he has.” ~ Epictetus

 

gang of four

 

Once more Aunt Lois opened her home to the family so we could enjoy Thanksgiving dinner together. Last year we had over thirty of us. Mike Moore’s brother came along. This year we had a smaller crowd, no less grateful mind you, and Aaron Watkins brought his grandfather along. I love it that folks once removed join us for dinner. For instance, Lois’ neighbors, Vidia Marshall and her son William, always join us. They’re just delightful as can be and I look forward to being with them every year. The more the merrier I say, but actually, we all say that. There’s close to 100 of us in the immediate family, so we do the-more-the-merrier better than just about anyone. Plus, they let me make the ham and pies; recipes I’m perfecting with every holiday. I had a great time and I especially had a good time with cousins Renee, Jessica, and Missy. We howled with laughter more than once. All reasons to be thankful.

 

grace

november 21, 2018

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“We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us. When we discover this, we are less prone to hate our enemies.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr

 

the long hall (camera+)

 

There’s a building in Louisville that I have the occasion to go to from time to time. The offices are great, but the hallways are kind of The Shining freaky long and spooky. Even the photo of the hall makes me a little dizzy. Still, my experiences with the people there are always fruitful and joyous. I don’t mind walking a little spooky distance for that.