tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36979545082057187632012-02-16T08:37:29.751-08:00Photography by Clark Van OrdenClark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.comBlogger1571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-8111585839082774222009-09-17T12:32:00.000-07:002009-09-17T12:38:02.165-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SrKPdG-mjUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/jgSzct1PpGw/s1600-h/9+6+09+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382522234913328450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SrKPdG-mjUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/jgSzct1PpGw/s400/9+6+09+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Heard from someone the other day. First time in a long time. Asked about the place, who's still around, who's gone. Caught up a bit. Promised to stay in touch better. Wouldn't let the weeds get so high again, so to speak. Mmmm Hmmm.</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-811158583908277422?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-49845883748593103842009-09-17T12:26:00.000-07:002009-09-17T12:27:50.841-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SrKNZg_-DII/AAAAAAAAAmA/aAgaFxAx3Sw/s1600-h/del+river+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382519974155652226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SrKNZg_-DII/AAAAAAAAAmA/aAgaFxAx3Sw/s400/del+river+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A man emerges from the shadows on a solitary journey. For a metaphor add water.</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden ans words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-4984588374859310384?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-68616919096386667682009-09-17T12:22:00.001-07:002009-09-17T12:24:14.031-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SrKMmEZl_ZI/AAAAAAAAAl4/LYe3oW46GX0/s1600-h/woodstock.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382519090305170834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SrKMmEZl_ZI/AAAAAAAAAl4/LYe3oW46GX0/s400/woodstock.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A wild flower bloomed and withered. Weeds have choked the garden ever since.</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-6861691909638666768?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-77737640410532775522009-09-09T10:42:00.000-07:002009-09-09T10:48:32.541-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Sqfp9PUz6-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/xWFd9gckoEk/s1600-h/record+night.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379525518212459490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Sqfp9PUz6-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/xWFd9gckoEk/s400/record+night.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>There is verity in high fidelity. Now is then. Here is there. Memory is certainty for the time it takes to play a record. </p><p> </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-7773764041053277552?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-53930161367300685142009-09-09T10:39:00.000-07:002009-09-09T10:42:35.856-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SqfocjOb2EI/AAAAAAAAAlo/BKqJR8jsFcc/s1600-h/ice+cream.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379523857107114050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SqfocjOb2EI/AAAAAAAAAlo/BKqJR8jsFcc/s400/ice+cream.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sweet summer treat of ice cream twisted in a cone, partake in the singular pursuit of its joy with unhurried hand. Save a seat for global warming and order it a double dip.</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5393016136730068514?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-43393786562306754352009-08-21T05:55:00.001-07:002009-08-21T05:55:52.811-07:00<object width="400" height="250"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.go2album.com/album/c/l/a/r/k/clarkvanorden/4a8e98d41ae/Woodstock.swf?fs_path=http://www.go2album.com/album/c/l/a/r/k/clarkvanorden/4a8e98d41ae"></param> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param> <param name="_flashcreator" value="http://www.photo-flash-maker.com"/><param name="_flashhost" value="http://www.go2album.com"/><embed src="http://www.go2album.com/album/c/l/a/r/k/clarkvanorden/4a8e98d41ae/Woodstock.swf?fs_path=http://www.go2album.com/album/c/l/a/r/k/clarkvanorden/4a8e98d41ae" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="250"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-4339378656230675435?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-62234134928744304082009-08-03T06:21:00.000-07:002009-08-03T06:24:14.457-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Snbkf6IripI/AAAAAAAAAhA/dlurqbWaZnc/s1600-h/Moments+8-2-09+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365727242891266706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Snbkf6IripI/AAAAAAAAAhA/dlurqbWaZnc/s400/Moments+8-2-09+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Lay a blanket over the clover. Rest your head upon my shoulder. Escape between the pages while the world around us rages.</p><p> </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-6223413492874430408?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-81331250156026507212009-07-30T07:46:00.000-07:002009-07-30T07:48:06.136-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SnGyWFpiEuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/qQEowBEgWio/s1600-h/Moments+7.26.09.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364264723718214370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SnGyWFpiEuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/qQEowBEgWio/s400/Moments+7.26.09.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Follow the signs on the road to bliss. They are easy to miss.</p><p> </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-8133125015602650721?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-28253300930230800982009-07-30T07:41:00.000-07:002009-07-30T07:46:13.477-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SnGxdwHPE3I/AAAAAAAAAgw/j_af7bh5CAU/s1600-h/the+lake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364263755864544114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SnGxdwHPE3I/AAAAAAAAAgw/j_af7bh5CAU/s400/the+lake.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We wait at the water'e edge for the sun. It slept in again on cushy clouds and dreamt of a day at the beach. </div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-2825330093023080098?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-83819432173808507362009-07-30T07:40:00.000-07:002009-07-30T07:41:37.623-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SnGw7d8Be0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/R7dLVwgByX0/s1600-h/Moments+7.12.09.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364263166870125378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SnGw7d8Be0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/R7dLVwgByX0/s400/Moments+7.12.09.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>The writing is on the wall.</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-8381943217380850736?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-59825640735348193352009-07-30T07:38:00.000-07:002009-07-30T07:39:36.625-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SnGwX3hj5BI/AAAAAAAAAgg/in4hmG344eY/s1600-h/clouds+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364262555263165458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SnGwX3hj5BI/AAAAAAAAAgg/in4hmG344eY/s400/clouds+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>On high the tempest twists as if brushed by the hand of Michelangelo.</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5982564073534819335?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-52821106811500730432009-07-02T07:57:00.000-07:002009-07-02T08:01:24.332-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SkzK8IiZgvI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Ia9eIhqUX3k/s1600-h/wedding+flowers.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353877191469400818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SkzK8IiZgvI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Ia9eIhqUX3k/s400/wedding+flowers.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>When he is older he will tell of the wedding with brocades of bouquets and the rings engraved, "I do, every day."</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5282110681150073043?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-8769253635594870832009-07-02T07:55:00.000-07:002009-07-02T07:57:20.126-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SkzKfLiI-PI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/31xgpHi5aRw/s1600-h/rest.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353876694057416946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SkzKfLiI-PI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/31xgpHi5aRw/s400/rest.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Some people can spend time behind the spindles lying down. Others can't.</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-876925363559487083?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-1682265580317141122009-06-15T11:01:00.000-07:002009-06-15T11:05:05.540-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SjaMp8kL9-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/WZAbie5TQlE/s1600-h/Moments+6.14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347616259809474530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SjaMp8kL9-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/WZAbie5TQlE/s400/Moments+6.14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />His fashion philosophy could be condensed to two words:<br />Suit yourself.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Mark E. Jones<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-168226558031714112?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-74145549292408207512009-06-08T12:26:00.000-07:002009-06-08T12:34:49.962-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Si1nYpe6B0I/AAAAAAAAAgA/J9mCQh8xn7k/s1600-h/Folk+Festival.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345042005908653890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Si1nYpe6B0I/AAAAAAAAAgA/J9mCQh8xn7k/s400/Folk+Festival.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>For as long as misery loves company, the old familiar chorues will play, the circle remain unbroken. Forever folk.</p><p> </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Mark E. Jones.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-7414554929240820751?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-45365115253805233862009-06-01T12:41:00.000-07:002009-06-01T12:42:59.389-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SiQu_y8FyDI/AAAAAAAAAf4/USb2qFC7OMk/s1600-h/moon+over+barn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342446731508697138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SiQu_y8FyDI/AAAAAAAAAf4/USb2qFC7OMk/s400/moon+over+barn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The moon in crescent measures waxes luminous.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-4536511525380523386?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-75122748091684842552009-06-01T12:38:00.000-07:002009-06-01T12:40:20.290-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SiQuP38JAOI/AAAAAAAAAfo/oA6SLEeTUfM/s1600-h/arlington.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342445908217364706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SiQuP38JAOI/AAAAAAAAAfo/oA6SLEeTUfM/s400/arlington.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />To you who have served, from those forever grateful for your service, rest in eternal sleep.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-7512274809168484255?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-16999002826343083872009-06-01T12:35:00.000-07:002009-06-01T12:38:10.299-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SiQttyDNScI/AAAAAAAAAfg/NZ2WdxhNFTk/s1600-h/Barn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342445322520840642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SiQttyDNScI/AAAAAAAAAfg/NZ2WdxhNFTk/s400/Barn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>On the farm stood silos, blunt spires built in reverence to bountiful fields. </div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-1699900282634308387?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-86191640009535213832009-06-01T12:33:00.000-07:002009-06-01T12:35:36.600-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SiQtGIbuldI/AAAAAAAAAfY/EiSYYsNI_Rc/s1600-h/fishing2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342444641334498770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SiQtGIbuldI/AAAAAAAAAfY/EiSYYsNI_Rc/s400/fishing2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A name called from the littoral bounds across the water and catches in the trees barren of catkin and canopy where it mixes with the mist. </div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-8619164000953521383?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-42093969853862819872009-06-01T12:31:00.000-07:002009-06-01T12:33:15.659-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SiQsnqNn7SI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/04Y-1ImoYP0/s1600-h/Artists.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342444117826202914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SiQsnqNn7SI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/04Y-1ImoYP0/s400/Artists.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Even in black and white the names speak of shape, color and suprise.</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-4209396985386281987?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-32969793621171467342009-05-03T05:27:00.000-07:002009-05-03T05:29:06.837-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Sf2NylrXVOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/cUhigBCtQgg/s1600-h/42609.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331573434123506914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Sf2NylrXVOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/cUhigBCtQgg/s400/42609.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Free to be you from Freak Street to Main Street.</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-3296979362117146734?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-11917897964904934782009-05-03T05:23:00.000-07:002009-05-03T05:26:56.201-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Sf2NCf6qc-I/AAAAAAAAAfA/ndhZepR-Mt0/s1600-h/41909.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331572607943341026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Sf2NCf6qc-I/AAAAAAAAAfA/ndhZepR-Mt0/s400/41909.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>I see the farm outside my window. I see the fields hewn from the forest by man, beast and machine. I see a hundred years to the hills and back.</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-1191789796490493478?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-28715182712832642482009-05-03T05:20:00.000-07:002009-05-03T05:23:12.534-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Sf2MG-1CEYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Rv58fwA04nk/s1600-h/firefighters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331571585449070978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Sf2MG-1CEYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Rv58fwA04nk/s400/firefighters.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Their countenance fixed and gloved hands steady, firefighters answer a solemn call. </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-2871518271283264248?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-51282045695446560212009-05-03T05:18:00.000-07:002009-05-03T05:20:00.896-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Sf2Lo9XiDYI/AAAAAAAAAew/CdRJgBZgbNQ/s1600-h/raisingthetent.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331571069660827010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Sf2Lo9XiDYI/AAAAAAAAAew/CdRJgBZgbNQ/s400/raisingthetent.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Circus Pachyderm Pulls Poles For Peanuts</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5128204569544656021?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-61857993483062925302009-05-03T05:10:00.000-07:002009-05-03T05:17:47.265-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Sf2LAEKdveI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZjNyW03KnWg/s1600-h/rosewindow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331570367110430178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/Sf2LAEKdveI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZjNyW03KnWg/s400/rosewindow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>A rose rises from its bush and stretches its stem above the window frame to be seen. </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-6185799348306292530?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-42799614980901343292009-03-23T06:16:00.000-07:002009-03-23T06:19:37.601-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SceLvaKKfRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/c2LcENj3aZU/s1600-h/miners+house+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316371531726224658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SceLvaKKfRI/AAAAAAAAAeg/c2LcENj3aZU/s400/miners+house+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The house weathered another winter in the valley. The leitmotif of freeze and thaw aged and abraded the woodclad walls into the visage of the miner who lived there.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-4279961498090134329?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-47547351490311064212009-03-19T07:48:00.000-07:002009-03-19T07:51:07.665-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/ScJbSwkJ7qI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Rb_eVhfs8GE/s1600-h/on+the+way.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314910888082927266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/ScJbSwkJ7qI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Rb_eVhfs8GE/s400/on+the+way.jpg" border="0" /></a>Geese veer across a spectral sky in primal flight and formation while we crane at the sight and sound of a fleeting season.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-4754735149031106421?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-70200241457377952362009-03-09T06:52:00.000-07:002009-03-09T06:54:05.081-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SbUfGc5aliI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/nb6Qp61mRXM/s1600-h/Standing+for+your+church1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311185531250054690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SbUfGc5aliI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/nb6Qp61mRXM/s400/Standing+for+your+church1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>A church is but people of common faith who worship where they are welcome.</p><p> </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-7020024145737795236?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-74677128093825408492009-03-02T10:42:00.000-08:002009-03-02T10:50:04.081-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SawoyDNao4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/2lF6sjd2StA/s1600-h/courthouse+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308662901083120514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SawoyDNao4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/2lF6sjd2StA/s400/courthouse+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The people built a temple to justice and said. "It is good, let us find men and women of the highest caliber to sit in judgment of the public."</div><div>Their quest led them throughout the land to people informed of the law.</div><div>Some abused their appointed position, lavishing themselves with ill-gotten riches and growing corpulent as they feasted on the power entrusted in them.</div><div>Yet others cowered at the sight of the abusers and said nothing.</div><div>The people were shamed and asked for help from a mighty force to rid the temple of its rot. And they siad, "We must be vigilant to keep the temple clean and choose carefully those who will judge us."</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-7467712809382540849?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-40815029452075249312009-02-23T12:16:00.000-08:002009-02-23T12:21:09.665-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SaMEfqgYRQI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1CqJZcUjlFk/s1600-h/sunbathing+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306089728005129474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SaMEfqgYRQI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1CqJZcUjlFk/s400/sunbathing+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Tomatoes, picked in the garden and set to bathe on the windowsill, taste of sweet summer sunshine.</p><p> </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-4081502945207524931?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-50658319057346721972009-02-16T13:45:00.000-08:002009-02-16T13:48:25.402-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SZnek3GaXcI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8PUSY6L2sSU/s1600-h/Got+Milk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303514761052970434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SZnek3GaXcI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8PUSY6L2sSU/s400/Got+Milk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Yes sir, those are half-pints of chocolate milk. Dairy farmers get thirsty, too.</p><p></p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5065831905734672197?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-66367831022004225762009-02-09T07:21:00.000-08:002009-02-09T07:23:36.712-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SZBKCa2JF1I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JAz2vhsp2-w/s1600-h/reflections1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300818166841677650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SZBKCa2JF1I/AAAAAAAAAdw/JAz2vhsp2-w/s400/reflections1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The sun of dawn creeps inside. Light lurks, light reflects, light breaks. Shadows surrender in bits and pieces.</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden words by Mark Guydish</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-6636783102200422576?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-68196415771670172542009-02-02T10:17:00.000-08:002009-02-02T10:19:18.811-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SYc5COPpiCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eM0oZh3M9XA/s1600-h/3d+texting.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298266196970932258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SYc5COPpiCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eM0oZh3M9XA/s400/3d+texting.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-6819641577167017254?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-17585051337479603562009-02-02T06:40:00.000-08:002009-02-02T06:42:20.849-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SYcF1Q8GpWI/AAAAAAAAAco/bxfrCtEMEjM/s1600-h/I+hate+snow+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298209899262944610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SYcF1Q8GpWI/AAAAAAAAAco/bxfrCtEMEjM/s400/I+hate+snow+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Somewhere a biker waits out winter for the day when the ice melts, the asphalt beckons and the chrome pipes roar past in a blur. </div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and works by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-1758505133747960356?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-16055331326126914192009-01-26T07:48:00.000-08:002009-01-26T07:51:35.288-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SX3bd7oLerI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nbLUS9l4oRw/s1600-h/ice+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295630044126476978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SX3bd7oLerI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nbLUS9l4oRw/s400/ice+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The sun sets. Shadows coalesce into night. The thaw freezes and forms icicles, sharp dactyls of winter.</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-1605533132612691419?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-87403792065111920932009-01-23T08:10:00.001-08:002009-01-23T08:10:56.103-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXnr_aMi4-I/AAAAAAAAAcY/MJv9te8yeqE/s1600-h/no-hope.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294522311546954722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXnr_aMi4-I/AAAAAAAAAcY/MJv9te8yeqE/s400/no-hope.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-8740379206511192093?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-53242991322568000032009-01-20T12:31:00.000-08:002009-01-20T12:32:15.238-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXY0sb6TFFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/v64BaRlzIyQ/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293476350031762514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXY0sb6TFFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/v64BaRlzIyQ/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5324299132256800003?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-85656587786177886952009-01-20T06:47:00.000-08:002009-01-20T06:50:30.343-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXXkTcgBWEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/2gj5-JGpqTs/s1600-h/Evening+at+Kuerners1+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293387959763032130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXXkTcgBWEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/2gj5-JGpqTs/s400/Evening+at+Kuerners1+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXXkTbieCqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3162n9hTblo/s1600-h/andrew.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293387959504865954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXXkTbieCqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3162n9hTblo/s400/andrew.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I send my condolences to the Wyeth family.<br />Andrew,<br />We never met, though your work and visiting the places you made your art I feel I know you. I have made many trips to Brandywine, and to the Kuerner Farm and the area, trying to look through your eyes. Your work has been an inspiration for me and countless thousands. I’m sad to think we will never meet…maybe in another time. Good bye old friend. You will be missed<br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-8565658778617788695?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-83660084031499914902009-01-19T07:05:00.000-08:002009-01-19T07:07:12.182-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXSWuntIsgI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Fh-sBZPIGbA/s1600-h/Lookin+at+You+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293021189743620610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXSWuntIsgI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Fh-sBZPIGbA/s400/Lookin+at+You+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>This way, that way, looking at you, looking at me: it all depends upon the frame of reference.</p><p> </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-8366008403149991490?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-90979902727531192432009-01-19T06:55:00.000-08:002009-01-19T07:03:48.969-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXSU0NN5RbI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3Szqq3_MtyA/s1600-h/Obama+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293019086689224114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXSU0NN5RbI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3Szqq3_MtyA/s400/Obama+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So convincing then, so much more than hope is needed in these times.</div><div></div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-9097990272753119243?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-28453124491897921682009-01-19T04:55:00.001-08:002009-01-19T04:59:41.544-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXR4PFIsPjI/AAAAAAAAAbA/EVJMhozYuaM/s1600-h/blowing+in+the+winda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292987662539177522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXR4PFIsPjI/AAAAAAAAAbA/EVJMhozYuaM/s400/blowing+in+the+winda.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The wind seizes what's cast off and discarded and blows it pell-mell across the landscape. Sometimes</div><div>it catches someone's eye.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-2845312449189792168?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-13427700600790410502009-01-19T04:44:00.000-08:002009-01-19T04:48:44.201-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXR2bRmRLVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/83dBYyaN_pQ/s1600-h/our+friend+a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292985673019632978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXR2bRmRLVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/83dBYyaN_pQ/s400/our+friend+a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>To a true and loyal friend, thank you.</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-1342770060079041050?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-21043560480543653232009-01-19T04:41:00.000-08:002009-01-19T04:43:34.146-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXR1EE-zrtI/AAAAAAAAAao/6ucOTEzuRJI/s1600-h/color+card+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292984174984277714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SXR1EE-zrtI/AAAAAAAAAao/6ucOTEzuRJI/s400/color+card+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>About this time we relent to the child inside, wide-eyed with wonder while awaiting the day. Merry Christmas.</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-2104356048054365323?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-6931112281679998212008-12-20T07:36:00.000-08:002008-12-20T07:40:52.380-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SU0RY6_DYFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3p9r1bPFadc/s1600-h/The+way+home.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281897057823711314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SU0RY6_DYFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3p9r1bPFadc/s400/The+way+home.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The way home looks different in the first snow. It exposes the path cut into the hill, the straight runs of the shingles on the stone silo roof, the rise of the road bordered by the trees, all it in plains view before. </div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-693111228167999821?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-47682234134850944422008-12-20T07:31:00.000-08:002008-12-20T07:36:04.164-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SU0QjHvcBcI/AAAAAAAAAaI/y_HEuxuAu6Y/s1600-h/OnTheRoad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281896133534942658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SU0QjHvcBcI/AAAAAAAAAaI/y_HEuxuAu6Y/s400/OnTheRoad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Wavy Road (~)</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-4768223413485094442?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-22809470267513002792008-12-20T07:29:00.001-08:002008-12-20T07:31:28.529-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SU0PisKV9kI/AAAAAAAAAaA/2kXDXF20z-o/s1600-h/shapes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281895026619971138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SU0PisKV9kI/AAAAAAAAAaA/2kXDXF20z-o/s400/shapes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Stop somewhere for a moment to see the city . Now open your eyes.</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-2280947026751300279?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-6326644208563966542008-11-17T07:46:00.000-08:002008-12-20T07:28:30.636-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SSGR3eNOYHI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/023YwhIlV0s/s1600-h/last+rose.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269653421187555442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SSGR3eNOYHI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/023YwhIlV0s/s400/last+rose.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The season 's last rose blooms amidst a cordon of thorns in a living fairy tale of a captive princess admired from afar by a prince undaunted by the distance.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-632664420856396654?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-55555373793179233952008-11-17T06:19:00.000-08:002008-11-17T06:22:54.819-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SSF9fMFBBbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/RS2YNrgKt08/s1600-h/The+past.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269631013771871666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SSF9fMFBBbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/RS2YNrgKt08/s400/The+past.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Tread gently upon this hallowed plot, guardian of spirits, rocks and remains buried by the hands of time and discovered underfoot by chance. </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5555537379317923395?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-10847375637574728712008-11-12T04:56:00.000-08:002008-11-12T04:59:19.537-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SRrSkq7n5sI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LUffzlrMinI/s1600-h/Celebration.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267754241604708034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SRrSkq7n5sI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LUffzlrMinI/s400/Celebration.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>A part from the raucous throng, two athletes extend their hands to each other out of respect for the sport, for the ferocious fight and for the future contests between them. </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-1084737563757472871?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-35736386128706800192008-11-12T04:53:00.000-08:002008-11-12T04:56:08.189-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SRrSA9N1BLI/AAAAAAAAAZg/kRySEhoNKZw/s1600-h/Halloween.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267753628037612722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SRrSA9N1BLI/AAAAAAAAAZg/kRySEhoNKZw/s400/Halloween.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Horror of horrors, enough's enough. The jock-o'-lantern's turned to mush.</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-3573638612870680019?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-56514249346119748242008-10-20T16:33:00.000-07:002008-10-20T16:36:40.245-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SP0VTQkm7cI/AAAAAAAAASc/eKQO480YgBM/s1600-h/swetland.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259383360448818626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SP0VTQkm7cI/AAAAAAAAASc/eKQO480YgBM/s400/swetland.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>With a glance to the heavens we spy a piece of the infinite, and fashion in sound, story or structure a crude homage to the devine.</p><p> </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5651424934611974824?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-70193961142184056532008-10-12T07:46:00.000-07:002008-10-12T07:48:24.175-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SPIN3AgX0OI/AAAAAAAAASU/p_hI9om8WkY/s1600-h/lunch+counter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256278953774534882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SPIN3AgX0OI/AAAAAAAAASU/p_hI9om8WkY/s400/lunch+counter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>A good place to think is at a lunch counter where a waitress named Peggy keeps your coffee cup full.</p><p> </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-7019396114218405653?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-51158139678605440272008-10-12T07:33:00.000-07:002008-10-12T07:36:46.248-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SPIK9wHzSOI/AAAAAAAAASM/dl6qru04xew/s1600-h/the+king+and+queen+are+on+the+right.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275771100711138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SPIK9wHzSOI/AAAAAAAAASM/dl6qru04xew/s400/the+king+and+queen+are+on+the+right.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>It is the brave man who reluctantly carries the weight of royalty and the courageous woman who stands with him while he wears the oversized crown.</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5115813967860544027?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-50562230321014772922008-10-12T07:31:00.000-07:002008-10-12T07:33:43.791-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SPIKb5opnoI/AAAAAAAAASE/JuJFHmqVRKk/s1600-h/Iseeyou.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275189538856578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SPIKb5opnoI/AAAAAAAAASE/JuJFHmqVRKk/s400/Iseeyou.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Excuse me, sir. You wanted this job, so wise up and knock it off with the peekaboo.</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5056223032101477292?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-84350645298678058952008-10-12T07:27:00.001-07:002008-10-12T07:31:32.882-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SPIJjv3FQUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/M8-b6g_e0hg/s1600-h/summerreading.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256274224842359106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SPIJjv3FQUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/M8-b6g_e0hg/s400/summerreading.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>If<em> wanted to send a text message, I would say, 'I'm reading. Sorry can't talk right now.' or SRY CTRN.</em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-8435064529867805895?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-6856136973786824242008-09-18T06:46:00.000-07:002008-09-18T06:49:28.747-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SNJb3ujwnSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SHCNIucJlkM/s1600-h/Available.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247357528788999458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SNJb3ujwnSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SHCNIucJlkM/s400/Available.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Location. Location. Location.</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-685613697378682424?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-5813913795996435502008-09-09T17:04:00.000-07:002008-09-09T17:08:59.148-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMcPlr1CSeI/AAAAAAAAARs/uyob8xHaQBs/s1600-h/Lake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244177431190981090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMcPlr1CSeI/AAAAAAAAARs/uyob8xHaQBs/s400/Lake.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Not now, but later when the kids who parked their bikes on the lawn are grown will those summers spent at ther lake be the best ever.</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-581391379599643550?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-57692719883768561232008-09-09T17:02:00.000-07:002008-09-09T17:04:22.407-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMcOoVTt1KI/AAAAAAAAARk/aS_Hc3A_Mcg/s1600-h/sidewalkparade.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244176377173628066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMcOoVTt1KI/AAAAAAAAARk/aS_Hc3A_Mcg/s400/sidewalkparade.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>All this parading about with flags and pretend pomp is child's play. Somebody make it rain.</p><p>A photograph by CLark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5769271988376856123?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-46862747483806876242008-09-09T16:58:00.000-07:002008-09-09T17:01:45.109-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMcOAP1SN4I/AAAAAAAAARc/swbx817L5ec/s1600-h/night_light1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244175688509044610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMcOAP1SN4I/AAAAAAAAARc/swbx817L5ec/s400/night_light1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Alone in the dark hour, a lamp stands sentinel to approaching sleep.</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-4686274748380687624?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-22340276560189248812008-09-09T16:53:00.000-07:002008-09-09T16:57:30.926-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMcM0TXxebI/AAAAAAAAARU/V0NPbKIDVjc/s1600-h/TheThinker1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244174383788947890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMcM0TXxebI/AAAAAAAAARU/V0NPbKIDVjc/s400/TheThinker1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>The crunch of gravel underfoot, the creak of a wooden chair, the metal slap of the front door closing, assure the sense of a place called home. </p><p>A phoptograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-2234027656018924881?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-91161549977800483682008-09-09T11:40:00.001-07:002008-09-09T11:40:57.123-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMbDLM-l8fI/AAAAAAAAARM/0C5uEsf0Fn4/s1600-h/story+time.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244093413349257714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMbDLM-l8fI/AAAAAAAAARM/0C5uEsf0Fn4/s400/story+time.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-9116154997780048368?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-15578450971254603912008-09-09T11:36:00.001-07:002008-09-09T11:37:08.583-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMbCTKNrAKI/AAAAAAAAARE/akVmPyryleA/s1600-h/tomatos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244092450534523042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMbCTKNrAKI/AAAAAAAAARE/akVmPyryleA/s400/tomatos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-1557845097125460391?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-25311434638243977072008-09-09T11:31:00.001-07:002008-09-09T11:34:13.125-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMbBQvTAbmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/m1PE3wTIzY4/s1600-h/color+glass1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244091309437775458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMbBQvTAbmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/m1PE3wTIzY4/s400/color+glass1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMbBQ-VBLYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/uSh3O_LY0s0/s1600-h/colors.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244091313472744834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMbBQ-VBLYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/uSh3O_LY0s0/s400/colors.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-2531143463824397707?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-86671562517039114112008-09-09T11:24:00.000-07:002008-09-09T11:25:26.710-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMa_fmF-aVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/L1yvyEHyMgM/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244089365641980242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMa_fmF-aVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/L1yvyEHyMgM/s400/sunrise.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-8667156251703911411?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-41778862182773489872008-09-09T10:58:00.000-07:002008-09-09T11:00:36.468-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMa5ZjF5kMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XGFrDaE8PGQ/s1600-h/The_shore%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244082664687374530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SMa5ZjF5kMI/AAAAAAAAAQk/XGFrDaE8PGQ/s400/The_shore%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Wisdom measures the distance, plots the course and ties its shoes for the race. Youth runs barefoot to the horizon.</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-4177886218277348987?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-55874541902911957202008-08-11T10:47:00.000-07:002008-08-11T10:51:01.723-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SKB7ZNWq-5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/b_qvDNoeis8/s1600-h/Thoreau.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233318440016214930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SKB7ZNWq-5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/b_qvDNoeis8/s400/Thoreau.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>It would take courage to live alone in the woods, demarcate duty from desire, and listen in silence for the next moment. </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5587454190291195720?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-66041226642541219192008-07-28T12:11:00.000-07:002008-07-28T12:14:56.642-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SI4aFl2HAmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jIlmbbZqUZg/s1600-h/tune+up+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228144900784456290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SI4aFl2HAmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jIlmbbZqUZg/s400/tune+up+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>And through the open door floats a nascent melody: da da da, da da da, da da dee.</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-6604122664254121919?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-27823607001182663862008-07-21T10:51:00.000-07:002008-07-21T10:53:46.794-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SITMrv_hCcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8HRMsPz_jwo/s1600-h/Old+North+Bridge1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225526519645931970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SITMrv_hCcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8HRMsPz_jwo/s400/Old+North+Bridge1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Maybe Emerson stood under the maple tree within sight of the crude bridge and heard the echo of the shot at Concord.</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-2782360700118266386?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-68911571397067914432008-07-14T12:49:00.000-07:002008-07-14T12:56:25.223-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SHut6JFXlEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qk20npJBYRA/s1600-h/car+tub+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222959407248675906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SHut6JFXlEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qk20npJBYRA/s400/car+tub+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>They bought the car to ramble on the road along a twisted route without map or destination, going until the end found them. Instead time happened and all at once the dream lies inert, cast off in the weeds.</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-6891157139706791443?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-53712721901984109672008-07-11T05:58:00.000-07:002008-07-11T06:01:14.050-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SHdZJtTmTXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vXLCeoMZHyY/s1600-h/parade.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221740316274871666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SHdZJtTmTXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vXLCeoMZHyY/s400/parade.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>A flag defines a nation. Absent one, it is aimless and mute.</p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5371272190198410967?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-71137801893626066412008-06-30T07:12:00.001-07:002008-06-30T07:14:52.070-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SGjp1LwT7II/AAAAAAAAAPs/TPZ7_MrfsiA/s1600-h/The+Reading+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217677268206480514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SGjp1LwT7II/AAAAAAAAAPs/TPZ7_MrfsiA/s400/The+Reading+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The same words are different when spoken and written. Open a book and listen.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-7113780189362606641?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-53769223273679094742008-06-24T13:36:00.000-07:002008-06-24T13:39:57.561-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SGFa2tKWPAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wIkzqx4Mc1Y/s1600-h/morning+robin1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215549739354176514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SGFa2tKWPAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wIkzqx4Mc1Y/s400/morning+robin1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Once a bud, the wild rose blooms resplendent and sweet to the robin young and enamored by the flowers."<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5376922327367909474?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-77716075262041743072008-06-16T09:46:00.001-07:002008-06-16T09:48:30.186-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SFaY8W5VRJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/EMMedN5UBmo/s1600-h/evenings+end1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212521781433549970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SFaY8W5VRJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/EMMedN5UBmo/s400/evenings+end1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Now the glass looks, half full. But at evening's end, after the libations are poured and the cash tendered, the glass will be empty.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-7771607526204174307?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-23834107387808750572008-06-13T11:29:00.000-07:002008-06-13T11:39:37.942-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SFK8s4q5kiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qkzoLCisgRM/s1600-h/Lunch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211435198133670434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SFK8s4q5kiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qkzoLCisgRM/s400/Lunch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The artist titled this, "Lunch." But it belies the casualness of the two people seated at the table and the open space where they meet. Instead the composition is fraught with linear rigidity from the railing in the foreground to the spokes of the concentric arches of the window in the background. "Lunch," hardly. More like. "I am held prisoner by my appetites. Are you going to eat that pickle?"</div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-2383410738780875057?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-6649507439074620412008-06-02T11:44:00.000-07:002008-06-02T11:50:01.544-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SEQ_jjAH6JI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6ls2dwZXeGo/s1600-h/working+men+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207356949070866578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SEQ_jjAH6JI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6ls2dwZXeGo/s400/working+men+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> This meeting is called to order. Hats on. Belts tightened. Boots laced. Hammers ready. Let's go to work.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-664950743907462041?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-89218286438941270762008-05-27T06:43:00.000-07:002008-06-02T11:52:02.055-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SDwQBjAH6II/AAAAAAAAAPE/2dAiOckO07w/s1600-h/rain+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205052888095123586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SDwQBjAH6II/AAAAAAAAAPE/2dAiOckO07w/s400/rain+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> A cold rain comes. It could ruin the day. Instead a woman in wide-brimmed hat arrives. An umbrella pops open with room for more.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-8921828643894127076?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-78820014512953551852008-05-19T06:39:00.000-07:002008-06-02T11:53:09.328-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SDGDVZCUdvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/PELI0CEyZ9Q/s1600-h/night+travel1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202083448110741234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SDGDVZCUdvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/PELI0CEyZ9Q/s400/night+travel1.jpg" border="0" /></a> This solitary hegira of the soul vanishes in its ascent beyond the temporal bonds of gravity.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-7882001451295355185?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-55210447992046815272008-05-15T08:13:00.000-07:002008-06-02T11:54:17.781-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SCxTZpCUduI/AAAAAAAAAO0/68-WQGP42As/s1600-h/garden1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200623369683498722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SCxTZpCUduI/AAAAAAAAAO0/68-WQGP42As/s400/garden1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ow, the earth winces. Into each straight slash the gardener pokes his fingers. Seed by seed he sows and pats shut the row so carrots can grow in diurnal measure of root and leaf.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-5521044799204681527?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-65174888538967398422008-05-06T06:21:00.000-07:002008-05-06T06:31:13.801-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SCBcIDYvU_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/iRWZpJcuyXY/s1600-h/Building1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197255263403332594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SCBcIDYvU_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/iRWZpJcuyXY/s400/Building1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Donald K. Allen, a third party candidate for president asks for your vote. He spoke during the 2008 State of the World meeting Sunday in Sugar Notch, PA.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-6517488853896739842?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-11095579701684677732008-05-05T07:13:00.000-07:002008-05-05T07:17:45.311-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SB8WOTYvU-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/vuM7qcAa3OA/s1600-h/Amish+travelers.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196896929986860002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SB8WOTYvU-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/vuM7qcAa3OA/s400/Amish+travelers.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Welcome to Wilkes-Barre. May your wait be pleasant, your journey safe and your memories everlasting. </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-1109557970168467773?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-46795817436319994732008-04-28T11:54:00.000-07:002008-04-28T11:58:58.832-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SBYdjjYvU9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/jbG-A7v2VZs/s1600-h/spring+plowing1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194371716850078674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SBYdjjYvU9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/jbG-A7v2VZs/s400/spring+plowing1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>A man's got to be able to stand himself when he works the land. Pass after pass, the growl of the tractor throttling up one side of the rise and down the other, the stasis of the field and forest can make the mind wander when the rows need to be straight.</p><p> </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-4679581743631999473?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-35324547203560780152008-04-21T06:32:00.000-07:002008-04-21T06:37:48.951-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SAyXqLDd_AI/AAAAAAAAAOU/wk2dB0FBxhY/s1600-h/cars+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191691221228977154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SAyXqLDd_AI/AAAAAAAAAOU/wk2dB0FBxhY/s400/cars+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Ford or Chevy, Republican or Democrat, man or woman, choose or lose.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-3532454720356078015?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-72455762938774368492008-04-14T10:19:00.000-07:002008-04-14T10:22:34.434-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SAOSSEu3ihI/AAAAAAAAAOM/nocBoVZ1c9M/s1600-h/Bike+tracks+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189152034866563602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/SAOSSEu3ihI/AAAAAAAAAOM/nocBoVZ1c9M/s400/Bike+tracks+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>From fields trampled and rutted in winter's retreat, a game will grow. Children will play. Grown-ups will teach. Young will move a season closer to old.</div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-7245576293877436849?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-30751936709361909832008-04-09T08:30:00.000-07:002008-04-09T08:37:12.798-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_zhPvsxuWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pM6BuhmjDXI/s1600-h/Hoffa4+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187268531442530658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_zhPvsxuWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pM6BuhmjDXI/s400/Hoffa4+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> James Hoffa Jr. President of the International Brotherhood of Teamsters talks about the book "I Heard You Paint Houses" and other things.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_zhP_sxuXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qqw0Ktc0UxM/s1600-h/Hoffa1+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187268535737497970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_zhP_sxuXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qqw0Ktc0UxM/s400/Hoffa1+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-3075193670936190983?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-71763720290694336232008-04-07T12:16:00.000-07:002008-04-07T12:21:19.116-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_pzNvsxuTI/AAAAAAAAANg/pE33UzEkf78/s1600-h/after+the+town+meeting+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186584600850315570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_pzNvsxuTI/AAAAAAAAANg/pE33UzEkf78/s400/after+the+town+meeting+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>To-do list found on podium after the rally: </div><div>make sure zipper zipped</div><div>glad hand on way to stage</div><div>pronounce it Wilksbarry</div><div>emote and gesture</div><div>stick to script (blah blah blah)</div><div>emote and gesture again (with emphasis)</div><div>leave</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-7176372029069433623?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-13316976532022957192008-04-06T08:46:00.000-07:002008-04-06T08:49:57.985-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_jwu_sxuRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9QqYbyWFqSA/s1600-h/Graffiti3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186159661081016594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_jwu_sxuRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9QqYbyWFqSA/s400/Graffiti3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_jwvPsxuSI/AAAAAAAAANY/pj_oFenFwYY/s1600-h/Graffiti4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186159665375983906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_jwvPsxuSI/AAAAAAAAANY/pj_oFenFwYY/s400/Graffiti4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_jwb_sxuQI/AAAAAAAAANI/zI-T4jSP6k0/s1600-h/Graffiti+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186159334663502082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_jwb_sxuQI/AAAAAAAAANI/zI-T4jSP6k0/s400/Graffiti+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Graffiti removal ceremony from Ohav Zedek in Wilkes Barre.<br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-1331697653202295719?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-47503599371412727252008-04-03T08:18:00.000-07:002008-04-03T08:22:31.637-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_T1mvsxuJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RVytLUjW9E8/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185039116998391954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_T1mvsxuJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RVytLUjW9E8/s400/Obama.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Barack Obama signs for a supporter during his visit.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-4750359937141272725?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-28473657956740755762008-03-31T07:15:00.000-07:002008-03-31T07:20:45.704-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_DyM_sxuII/AAAAAAAAAMI/qv7T0NXnxx0/s1600-h/Daffodil.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183909476175034498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R_DyM_sxuII/AAAAAAAAAMI/qv7T0NXnxx0/s400/Daffodil.jpg" border="0" /></a> Love echoes with each bloom, Narcissus pseudo-narcissus.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-2847365795674075576?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-63376294694817631382008-03-25T06:51:00.000-07:002008-03-25T06:53:47.581-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R-kDgvsxuHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5vfR2TSfLPI/s1600-h/teachers+union.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181676707361437810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R-kDgvsxuHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5vfR2TSfLPI/s400/teachers+union.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Thou shall not forget the children are in the middle.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-6337629469481763138?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-6260721292206941662008-03-21T11:28:00.000-07:002008-03-21T11:36:51.645-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R-P-evsxuGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/iDaEScEKlDo/s1600-h/fallout+shelter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180263800560007266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R-P-evsxuGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/iDaEScEKlDo/s400/fallout+shelter.jpg" border="0" /></a> Found this on the side of Mackin Elem. School in Wilkes Barre. A school I attended from k-3rd grade in the late 1950's. Glad to know that I was safe from radioactive debris while attending. <br />Wonder if the shelter is still there?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-626072129220694166?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-2359783287553509222008-03-18T14:05:00.000-07:002008-03-18T14:48:08.507-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R-AurGnWnCI/AAAAAAAAALo/Z_UECVvyKWo/s1600-h/Eugene+Richards.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179190889520995362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R-AurGnWnCI/AAAAAAAAALo/Z_UECVvyKWo/s400/Eugene+Richards.jpg" border="0" /></a> Not sure why I never posted these. Anyway here are two photographers that I admire. Eugene Richards and William Albert Allard. They spoke last summer in Charlottesville at the Festival of the Photograph. An event that is well worth attending. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R-Aur2nWnDI/AAAAAAAAALw/HQwuUcvS83s/s1600-h/William+Albert+Allard.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179190902405897266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R-Aur2nWnDI/AAAAAAAAALw/HQwuUcvS83s/s400/William+Albert+Allard.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-235978328755350922?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-17446437495967946812008-03-18T06:52:00.000-07:002008-03-18T07:56:04.741-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R9_XAGnWnBI/AAAAAAAAALg/78usEa1F0ok/s1600-h/secret_service.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179094493275003922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R9_XAGnWnBI/AAAAAAAAALg/78usEa1F0ok/s400/secret_service.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In the political arena all eyes are not always on the candidate.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-1744643749596794681?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-90141693698490494672008-03-09T09:26:00.000-07:002008-03-09T09:29:23.498-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R9QQFGnWnAI/AAAAAAAAALY/8kQPUWLcoDA/s1600-h/Lilly+group.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175779551616605186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R9QQFGnWnAI/AAAAAAAAALY/8kQPUWLcoDA/s400/Lilly+group.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-9014169369849049467?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-74435412840375574422008-03-09T06:18:00.000-07:002008-03-09T06:25:13.863-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R9Pj_2nWm_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/IlXnWe5IDmg/s1600-h/poets+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175731082910669810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R9Pj_2nWm_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/IlXnWe5IDmg/s400/poets+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Be quiet before speaking, Read. Walk around. Learn the names of words. Take them home. Study their shapes, the feel on the tongue. Write. Walk around and write. Read aloud the written words. Read them under bridges loud enough to penetrate the concrete and steel above in a neutron voice blast. Read them in public. Make the Exit sign listen. Go home empty of words. Start over.</p><p> </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-7443541284037557442?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-21978731791071984002008-03-09T06:13:00.000-07:002008-03-09T06:15:55.858-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R9Piy2nWm-I/AAAAAAAAALI/bNkyEk6oYtM/s1600-h/Bread+maker3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175729760060742626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R9Piy2nWm-I/AAAAAAAAALI/bNkyEk6oYtM/s400/Bread+maker3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-2197873179107198400?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-19440228577531271232008-03-08T08:53:00.000-08:002008-03-08T08:55:34.237-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R9LE52nWm9I/AAAAAAAAALA/IbnBy6L2xEI/s1600-h/Kerouac+Exibit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175415419994282962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R9LE52nWm9I/AAAAAAAAALA/IbnBy6L2xEI/s400/Kerouac+Exibit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-1944022857753127123?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-29964558663608146612008-03-07T10:24:00.000-08:002008-03-07T10:30:46.633-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R9GIlGnWm3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/g2EQaqCFf30/s1600-h/On+The+Road+Scroll.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175067617837620082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R9GIlGnWm3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/g2EQaqCFf30/s400/On+The+Road+Scroll.jpg" border="0" /></a> On The Road Scroll &amp; a pair of Jack Kerouac's shoes... as shown at the ......Beatific Soul....The New York Public Library<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R9GIlmnWm4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/nQA_rpAT548/s1600-h/J.Kerouac+shoes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175067626427554690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R9GIlmnWm4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/nQA_rpAT548/s400/J.Kerouac+shoes.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-2996455866360814661?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-29863840644096372262008-03-03T08:25:00.000-08:002008-03-03T08:32:53.996-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R8wmoeP-4MI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZJwQrCLDGVk/s1600-h/Parade.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173552548698579138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R8wmoeP-4MI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZJwQrCLDGVk/s400/Parade.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>This season's hit, "Everday People Doing Ordinary Things," is the critics darling. "I can take my kids to it," raves www.motherswithkidsin strollers.com. "It's Main Street for the mainstream," says a guy with his hat on backwards. "The parade, the cars, the candy tossed from floats, I'm getting my seat on the curb early," promises a fan of the annual event. Bring the family and celebrate a tradition.</p><p> </p><p>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-2986384064409637226?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-78144909288452667912008-02-25T06:46:00.001-08:002008-02-25T07:00:50.159-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R8LU3wVObPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fyAn1q_Jqs8/s1600-h/French+Fries.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170929376506572018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R8LU3wVObPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fyAn1q_Jqs8/s400/French+Fries.jpg" border="0" /></a> My opponent and many people in America question my experience and ability to lead this great nation. They say I am more style than substance, that I have taken other people's words and claimed them as my own and that I am naive. They are mistaken on all counts. My words come from the heart and my words distinguish me from my opponent in this time of national crisis, when Washington is taking more and more from the people and giving less and less in return. Make no mistake, I will<br />fight for what we the people have earned in more than two centuries as a democracy. I will stand with you. I will be unwavering in my vigilance. I will defend your right to eat french fries.<br />Thank you and God bless you.<br /><br />A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-7814490928845266791?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697954508205718763.post-13441209349946740412008-02-18T11:02:00.000-08:002008-02-18T11:05:49.528-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R7nWiwVObOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HRPXPZYRyoI/s1600-h/Moments+2.17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168397939962178786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uv6dQI6TbQk/R7nWiwVObOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HRPXPZYRyoI/s400/Moments+2.17.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Coast...fiord...craggy. ..A patina of frost coats the folds of a cover on a table in the backyard.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3697954508205718763-1344120934994674041?l=cvanorden.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Clark Van Ordenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09109288491823442985noreply@blogger.com0