It was a hot day in July.  My father still younger, but old to me, and I were putting in posts.  There was a pond that needed to be fenced in.  My older sisters were somewhere else, as was my older brother.  It was my Dad and I, a post hole digger, gloves, and holes that needed to be dug.   We were putting order to the world, putting in a fence, marking boundaries between this side and that side.  Good hard work and good hot sweat.  If there is a heaven, I plan to help my Dad dig holes and put in fences.   Hard work making order of the world.  I’m sure God needs some holes dug, and I know the man I’ll spend some time digging them with.

They say it takes just two generations

Before we are forgot.

All the living, 

All the joys and sorrows

All the loves 

All forgot.

Just a name recorded somewhere.

My great grandparents will soon be gone from memory.

My paternal grandparents live on in a few memories

They to will disappear 

Next my parents

And in another 80 to 100 years

Myself will disappear 

Just a name on some papers

11/24/16

©Words and pictures Dan DeMarle 2016

Is it here, or are we in Narnia?

12/16/16

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1/1/17

© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2017

I  see you is an image in my Americana series. There are many things to be found at Estate Sales.  They are always a mixed reality, with someone’s belongings, some treasured, some not, being pawed through by random strangers.  Baby doll, and her families where did you end up?

12/4/16

© Words and picture by Dan DeMarle 2016

Always interesting to see that there are many other ways to live.

11-26-16

© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2016

A public meeting in the 19th ward with the new Superintendent of Schools and her staff. The meeting was better attended then this picture shows.  However, after an election season,  I think it represents for me the status of democracy in America.

12/4/16

© Words and picture by Dan DeMarle 2016

11/19/16

© words and pictures Daniel DeMarle 2016

At the highest point of Mt. Hope Cemetery stands this gravestone. After running up this hill from the river, it has a special meaning  – “Not the last stroke but every stroke brings victory”

1/1/17

© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2017