Oswego
Entries 595
Page 1 of 24
Mayesville — a quiet little town in Daydreaming on the Porch
One of the subjects I most enjoy photographing are small towns that have old train depots, abandoned houses, or other scenes in their downtowns that recall their heydays when they were bustling ...
Every other month or two on a whim, I get the urge to drive to the historic district of Charleston, right at or about the end of sunset when it is starting to get dark and the street lights come...
Winter in Daydreaming on the Porch
Cold embrace of winter, sharp and clear. It livens me up. Feels good to be out , but makes me retreat way back into my coat’s deep-pocketed warmth, seeking protection from the season’s i...
Revisiting a funeral, a garden and a wedding in Daydreaming on the Porch
One perfect late summer afternoon many years ago, I decided to get away from it all for awhile at Magnolia Gardens, about a 14 mile drive from where I live. I love those kinds of days when the...
At the end of Thomas Wolfe’s novel “You Can’t Go Home Again,” the protagonist George Webber, realized, You can’t go back home to your family, back home to your childhood…. back home to a young m...
With my cup of coffee in hand I was, as usual, starting to doom scroll on my phone when I suddenly saw one too many horrible headlines, and said, “Enough!!” For now anyway. Life has got to be b...
Those who are awake live in a state of constant amazement. The Buddha If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change. The Buddha Some time ago, a fellow o...
The road to Middleton Place takes visitors on a memorable drive along The Ashley River Scenic Highway (State Highway 61) eight miles from Charleston. This is a very special and beautiful stret...
Thinking back, we remember that as children a day seemed to last for a long time, more like the way we experielnce a month now. A year was so long there was no end to it. Gradually our perceptio...
I have the profoundest respect for nature photographers, for not only do I feel like a kinded spirit to them when reading about their lives and viewing their photographs, I also love to do my ow...
Decades : A lot can happen in ten years in Daydreaming on the Porch
Things seem to all come along in decades. The 60s were my formative years as a teenager growing up in the suburbs of New Orleans. I lived in a neighborhood full of old live oak trees. I had ...
A Christmas collection of photos from Charleston in Daydreaming on the Porch
I’ve been taking lots of pictures lately, including special Christmas decorations and tableaux I spot on my walks. It’s a lot of fun when something magical gets my attention. I have to then ge...
To return, to linger and to remember in Daydreaming on the Porch
…the stuff the everydayness is extraordinary when memories and artifacts are all you have. Scott C. Campbell https://www.easttexasphotographer.com/phone/•evelyn-s.html The “things” in our liv...
Lonely train whistle in the night in Daydreaming on the Porch
The loneliest sound on earth is a train whistle in the night. From an online journal, 2:46 a.m. …Every time I hear that whistle blowing, Every time I hear that old black crow, Every time I ...
From the Memory Vault: Crystal Cave in Daydreaming on the Porch
(Written on July 13, 2002; updated on Dec. 11, 2025) It was a pleasant, though somewhat sultry, summer night not long ago in old Charleston’s historic district, and we were all walking in the m...
Lara’s Theme in Daydreaming on the Porch
(From the Memory Vault) Somewhere my love there will be songs to sing Although the snow covers the hope of spring. Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold And there are dreams, all that you...
I’ll never forget the morning of August 30, 2005, a day after a vicious hurricane named Katrina nearly destroyed my hometown of New Orleans, flooding 80 percent of the city with up to 20 feet of...
Many years ago I lived in a small college town in North Carolina, near a large city, but not too close. It felt like it was a ways from everything. If it hadn’t been a college town, I would have...
Unemployment is terrible. Whrn you’re out of work for months at a time, and you don’t have an illness or disability that prevents you from getting out, something as simple as an afternoon walk...
Part 1 (Note : Although this is a rather lengthy entry compared to what I normally post, it represents only a portion of the entire ChatGPT discussion I had last night about a mysterious drea...
Why is our memory so valuable to us? Beyond its obvious role for survival, let us focus on three key aspects: first, we take pleasure in remembering and reminiscing. Second, our memories help us...
I popped a lot of popcorn at my first job in Daydreaming on the Porch
I recently listened once again to Otis Redding’s classic, “Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay,” a song that never fails to bring back intense memories from 1968, and my first “real job.” It was rel...
As the years pass without a visit back to the city where I was born and lived for the first 21 years of my life, I tend to think of it a little less often, except for when I read something about...
Barns and vanishing America in Daydreaming on the Porch
Long the epitome of agrarian life, old wood barns are vanishing from the American landscape. Most of my lifetime has been spent in painting and writing, with the steadfast purpose of either revi...
An introvert describes his nocturnal life in Daydreaming on the Porch
I talked to people who painted a magical picture of their nighttime world: of exquisite, profound solitude; of relief, of escape… Author not known It’s after 4 am as I’m writing the beginning ...
