Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Not the least of the torments which plague our existence is the constant pressure of time

From Essays and Aphorisms by Arthur Schopenhauer.

Not the least of the torments which plague our existence is the constant pressure of time, which never lets us so much as draw breath but pursues us all like a taskmaster with a whip. It ceases to persecute only him it has delivered over to boredom.

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Scent Caught by Light, 2026 by Elena Wuest

Scent Caught by Light, 2026 by Elena Wuest (Kazakhstan/Germany, 1977 - )
































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Monday, June 29, 2026

Each individual misfortune, to be sure, seems an exceptional occurrence; but misfortune in general is the rule.

Well, yes, I suppose so.  From Essays and Aphorisms by Arthur Schopenhauer.

If the immediate and direct purpose of our life is not suffering then our existence is the most ill-adapted to its purpose in the world for it is absurd to suppose that the endless affliction of which the world is everywhere full, and which arises out of the need and distress pertaining essentially to life, should be purposeless and purely accidental. Each individual misfortune, to be sure, seems an exceptional occurrence; but misfortune in general is the rule.

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The Great Escape, 2015 by Danny Galieote

The Great Escape, 2015 by Danny Galieote (America, 1968 - ) 

























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Sunday, June 28, 2026

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Sunset over the Port, 1963 Maurice Brianchon

Sunset over the Port, 1963 Maurice Brianchon (France 1888-1979)




















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Saturday, June 27, 2026

If Edward Hopper painted in Lagunillas, Venezuela

Circa 1960, we lived in Camp Mene Grande, an expatriate oilfield camp near Lagunillas, Venezuella, on the shores of Lake Maracaibo.  

My father took this picture of our home.

















I like the American Realism bleakness of it.  It reminds me of an Edward Hopper scene.  So I asked Gemini to render it as if painted by Edward Hopper.  Even bleaker but I like it.

















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And the bleakness was real, though, comparatively, not in the camp.  From my mother's autobiography, describing this, her first trip overseas (starting from Tulsa to Houston to New Orleans to Miami to Jamaica to Colombia to Maracaibo, Venezuela.)  Arriving in Venezuela was only the first half of the journey.  They started south by car from Maracaibo.  From Love and Laughter in a Suitcase by Virginia L. Bayless

We stopped in Cabimas, which was 25 miles south of the ferry landing at Palmerejo. There we had lunch at the Mene Grande Mess Hall, and I met some of the office staff. Lagunillas lay 23 miles further on to the south, and as we drove on down the shore of the lake, the hard-topped road turned into a dusty, gravel road. The native settlements became fewer and smaller. They also became poorer and dirtier! The houses were now wretched mud shacks with thatched, or galvanized iron, corrugated, roofs. The road was lined with oil pipelines, tank farms and pumping oil wells. In the populated areas, I noticed 55-gallon steel oil drums alongside the road, in front of each shack. These settlements had no utilities and drinking water was delivered into the oil drums by tank trucks. The streets were unpaved and there were open sewage ditches along the sides of the road.

By the time we had reached Lagunillas, I was in a state of near-shock and panic, and I almost felt physically ill. This was the first time in my life that I had seen such abject poverty and filth. Lagunillas turned out to be the ugliest village of them all, and this was our new home for the next two years!

It was with considerable relief that we entered the Mene Grande Camp just beyond the village. It was surrounded by a very high fence with barbed wire on the top, and there was a guard on duty at the gate. Entry was controlled to safeguard against sabotage and theft, as all of the common facilities were located here. There were offices, workshops, a dispensary, loading dock, storage tanks, derricks, pumping oil- wells, and endless pipelines. At one end of the camp were the social club and living quarters for the staff. The latter were composed of two World War II Quonset Huts, five family houses, three bachelor houses and two apartment buildings, each with two flats up and two flats down. Except for the Quonset huts, all of these buildings were wooden and built up on stilts in the typical style of the tropics. This was to improve ventilation and to try to avoid insects and other creepy-crawlies coming in.
 
In our area of the camp there were palm, mimosa, acacia and banana trees, hibiscus shrubs and many colours of the prolific bougainvillea vine. The greenery and flowers somewhat softened the industrial views. Although not pretty by any definition, it was at least a refuge from all of the squalor that lay just outside the gates of the camp. It gave one a comfortable sense of ‘apartness’. I might just survive!

We were assigned to a flat in one of the two-storey apartment buildings, which had been built as ‘temporary’ bachelor housing in 1929. The buildings had reportedly been condemned some years before our arrival in 1956. Nevertheless, the company was continuing to use them until plans for a new camp were realized.

The camp lay right beside the lake, but was actually 12 feet below sea level. It was protected by a 20-foot high earthen seawall. We were happy to have an apartment upstairs, as we could see over the top of the seawall, and enjoy the views over the entire camp, as well as out over the lake. The activities at the dock were endlessly fascinating as workers and crewboats bustled back and forth. And the hundreds of oil derricks standing out in Lake Maracaibo were a rare sight to behold. As we had no air conditioning, being upstairs proved to have another advantage, as we had the benefit of the sea breezes that one did not get at ground level, back of the seawall.

The stairs to our flat came up into a large screened veranda which ran the full length of the flat. There was a living room, dining room, kitchen, one bedroom and bathroom, in a shotgun arrangement. The rooms were high-ceilinged and spacious, and each had a doorway onto the porch. It had been freshly decorated for us in soft pastels with the woodwork enamelled white, except for the baseboards – which for some inexplicable reason were all painted an industrial, bright Kelly green!

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Calgate Station by Night, 1990 by Trevor Owens

Calgate Station by Night, 1990 by Trevor Owens (England, 1940 - )






















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Friday, June 26, 2026

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Eddie and Old Man Morpheus, 1931 by Carl Gartner

Eddie and Old Man Morpheus, 1931 by Carl Gartner (America, 1898-1952)




























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Thursday, June 25, 2026

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The Artist, His wife and the Writer Otto Benzon, 1893 by Peder Krøyer

The Artist, His wife and the Writer Otto Benzon, 1893 by Peder Krøyer (Denmark, 1851-1909)



















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Wednesday, June 24, 2026

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The Storm on the Sea of Galilee, 1633 by Rembrandt van Rijn

The Storm on the Sea of Galilee, 1633 by Rembrandt van Rijn (Netherlands, 1606-1669)






























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Tuesday, June 23, 2026

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A Long Way to the Store, 201 by John Pototschnik

A Long Way to the Store, 201 by John Pototschnik (America, 1945 - )































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Monday, June 22, 2026

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The Sun, 1911 by Edvard Munch

The Sun, 1911 by Edvard Munch (Norway, 1863-1944)
















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Sunday, June 21, 2026

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Room Service, 1938 by Lester Ambrose

Room Service, 1938 by Lester Ambrose (America, 1879-1949)

























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Saturday, June 20, 2026

The Angel of Hadley

I came across a 1961 edition of The Life Treasury of American Folklore.  I sampled a couple of stories and what a pleasant reminder of robust America History storytelling.  

In regard to this particular tale, I read a history of the American Puritans in the English Civil War within the last few years and so was familiar with history of General Goffe, but not this particular story.

The Angel of Hadley

The story of the Angel of Hadley is largely true. The two Cromwellian generals involved did seek refuge in the little town of Hadley, Massachusetts, from the agents of Charles II, and the Indians did attack Hadley during King Philip War. The version which follows was compiled from Judd's History of Hadley.

When in 1645 Oliver Cromwell's Roundheads had crushed the forces loyal to the English monarchy, the king, Charles I, was tried and condemned to death by three judges Cromwell followers of high rank. Two of them were Generals Edward Whalley and William Goffe. Fifteen years later, Charles II was restored to the throne and the men who had condemned the new king's father were forced to flee the country. Generals Whalley and Goffe sought asylum in the American colonies where they settled for a time in Cambridge under the names of Richardson and Shepardson and spent their time attending church and lectures, and occasionally dining with the president of Harvard College. Aside from their pseudonyms, they made little attempt to disguise their identities in Puritan and antimonarchial Cambridge.

But the news from home grew increasingly ominous for the two men. In February of 1661 colonial authorities received orders for the arrest of the generals. Friends decided that they must be sent well away from the Massachusetts Bay area. An Indian guide took them west to Springfield, and there other sympathizers helped them reach Hartford and then New Haven. But King Charles was determined to have the generals and dispatched two royalists to hunt them down.

The royalist investigators demanded warrants to search New Haven for the men in hiding, but permission was delayed until Whalley and Goffe had had time to flee. They managed to hide in the area of Guilford for some time, but then, in the autumn of 1664, a group of commissioners was sent from London with express orders to seize the two fugitives. Again they were spirited away by friends and after a night journey reached the tiny village of Hadley just north of Holyoke where they were taken in by a sympathetic clergyman Reverend John Russell. There the two men dropped from sight.

Where the two men hid, how or where they died, where they are buried all is long forgotten. But one of the generals, according to leg-end, made a dramatic reappearance.

September, 1675, a decade after Goffe and Whalley took refuge in Hadley, King Philip's War was raging. As was the custom in times of peril, the citizens of the town had gathered in the church to "seek the face of God by fasting and prayer." At the very time they were praying for help against the Indians, the savages attacked the village. Many of the men had brought weapons to church, but when they rushed out to fight the enemy, they were met with a barrage of arrows. The colonists were thrown into confusion, and the Indians charged into the settlement. All seemed lost. Then there appeared an old gray-bearded man, dressed in clothes of military cut, brandishing a broadsword and shouting battlewise orders like one used to command.

The colonists obeyed him and fought off the Indians. The village was saved. But when the panting and relieved settlers looked about to thank the man who had led them to victory, he was not to be found. He had seemingly vanished in a second from the heart of the tiny village. This led the religious townspeople to conclude that providence had sent them an angel in answer to their prayers to aid them in their hour of desperate need. For many years that briefly seen old man was known as "The Angel of Hadley."

But others, knowing the story of the judges, said the graybeard in the strange clothes was no angel but General Goffe, who forsook his 10 years' concealment to turn his military skill to the service of the village that had given him refuge, and who, once the fighting was over and victory assured, slipped quickly back into his hideaway, there to stay for the rest of his life.



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Small Silent Nocturne, 2024 by Alice Dalton Brown

Small Silent Nocturne, 2024 by Alice Dalton Brown (America, 1939 - )































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Friday, June 19, 2026

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The Invitation, 2026 by David Arsenault

The Invitation, 2026 by David Arsenault (America, 1958 - ) 



















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Thursday, June 18, 2026

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View From their Garden Gate at Markvej, Skagen

View From their Garden Gate at Markvej, Skagen by Anna Ancher (Denmark, 1859-1935) 






























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Wednesday, June 17, 2026

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Rest Stop, 2022 by Jamie Perry

Rest Stop, 2022 by Jamie Perry (America, 1962 - )















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Tuesday, June 16, 2026

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The Pont Neuf at Night, 1935 by Albert Marquet

The Pont Neuf at Night, 1935 by Albert Marquet (France, 1875-1947)





















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Monday, June 15, 2026

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Pluto, 1909 by Franz von Stuck

Pluto, 1909 by Franz von Stuck (Germany, 1863-1928)






















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Sunday, June 14, 2026

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North Greenland Fiord, Gray Day, 1933 by Rockwell Kent

North Greenland Fiord, Gray Day, 1933 by Rockwell Kent (America, 1882-1971)




















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Saturday, June 13, 2026

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Two Barns at Point Reyes, Michael Drury

Two Barns at Point Reyes, Michael Drury (America, 1945 - )
















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Friday, June 12, 2026

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Cosmos, 1925, by Ilya Chashnik

Cosmos, 1925, by Ilya Chashnik (Russia, 1902-1929)




























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Thursday, June 11, 2026

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The Eclipse of the Sun in Venice, July 6, 1842, by Ippolito Caffi

The Eclipse of the Sun in Venice, July 6, 1842, by Ippolito Caffi (Italy, 1809-1866)















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Wednesday, June 10, 2026

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