“One turns to me his appealing eyes- poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you.” Walt Whitman

GIVING A FACE TO CIVIL WAR STATISTICS CIVIL WAR GRAVES LEAKING TOXINS Beat! beat! drums!-blow! bugles! blow! Make no parley-stop for no expostulation, Mind not the timid-mind not the weeper or prayer, Mind not the old man beseeching the young man, Let not the child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties, Make even the…

Documenting Dead and Dying Buildings

If you LOVE the mix of melancholia and mystery that is abandoned buildings please visit this guy’s site! Delicious photos and histories–my favorite is the Bennett School for Girls.

THE WOUND-DRESSER. walt whitman

1 An old man bending I come among new faces, Years looking backward resuming in answer to children, Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me, (Arous’d and angry, I’d thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war, But soon my fingers fail’d me, my face droop’d and…

Books I’ve Known And Loved

Have I mentioned my brief foray into the world of living history nursing? As a book nerd I’m fascinated by gross descriptions of missing body parts and how people do without. I used to keep old prosthetics on the wall. But touching and interacting with real, live, sweaty people who are play-acting injury–well–that was a…

“Irish Tough Guy” American Photographer Timothy H. O’Sullivan

Take a look at how small we  are in the grand scheme of things. At a time when people fantasized about transcontinental railroads and nation building, Timothy H. O’Sullivan captured the enormity of the physical world and the tiny little men living upon it without the slightest hint of sentimentality. Maybe his experience capturing the…

Art and Death

The nature of art’s ability to heal as told by the artist: “In the course of my peregrinations, I saw a man walking up and down before an adobe shanty, apparently much distressed; I approached him, and inquired the cause of his dejection; he told me that his only daughter, aged six years *, had…

Photographs Like Tombstones Scattered On My Desk

What if the most rational, natural thing is that there is a god who created everything? What if the notion that God is dead is the big lie? What if there is a purpose for our life and it’s bigger than our seemingly natural desires? What if every person that ever lived, for however long…

Books I’ve Known and Loved

Fascinating and beautiful book on how American Victorians handled the unparalleled suffering and deaths of the Civil War. Death was something Victorians faced in such an open way. From mourning clothes to the proper final words of a dying family member this book gives such insight into the hearts and minds of our grieving ancestors….

Amazing Artist’s Studio–Rent Free!

Artist capturing war being documented. The Civil War’s being fought stage right, but the lens is on the artist and how perfectly the life of an artist is captured here. Note the look of intense sympathy, horrified interest and serious intent. Maybe he posed for the camera and sketching battles was just this man’s boring…