“Life is messy and hard and worth it and all that stuff” – Robert Downey Jr
There are many corners in our lives. Ones we pass and deal with every day. Many more messy than we want. 
Some cry out for attention, but are so complex we just pass them. Each day wondering what it is that draws us, suspecting it may have meaning. All like a jazz player vamping at a jam session waiting for the just right response.
Others we must compete at, pushing through the crowd to get the bus, muffin or item we want. Ignoring everything else in that space. 
There are already others at some corners, shouting their views. We sometimes listen, the city beating in the background, trying to hear the message among the words.
Its difficult to sort it all out, sometimes we just need a corner to talk it out. Our desks and work area make sense to us but to others just messy.
Life is not perfect, maybe we are always trying to unravel the messy corners, maybe it’s all about life and being alive.
David Young


Arrows, cotton, indigo, Industry, Rail Roads, Movies and Political Intrigue all crossed paths here. Through all of this, Chester remained a picturesque little city on a hill only one square mile in size.
Chester is not a tourist destination, but there is much of interest here. All painted against the colorful hues of the buildings and steadfastness of it’s people. It’s a place where you can take your time to wander the hillside streets, get to know the people and enjoy a good meal. I find myself traveling back to Chester numerous times with my camera, always discovering and learning something new.
Chester County dates back to 1750 and the city of Chester was charted in 1840. The area has seen a lot of history. Located between two rivers, the Catawba to the East and the Broad River to the West, the surrounding land is very fertile. The Cherokee and Catawba Indians fiercely fought over this land they favored for its hunting and fishing. The tribes eventually came to an agreement to sha…


The promise of the day. The ending thoughts. The small wins and stumbles. All jumbled there mixed with business, people, traffic, and static of the city. The experiences that made sense and ones left tangled. All there in the reflections of the day.


There are experiences in life that draw us in, make us pause in life and feel our being. They only happen rarely but can linger like spirits in the mind.
I remember one spring when I drove into the high desert with my camera. Snow still capped the Ruby Mountains as I drove down route 93. The grayness of the day and cold wind made the drive long. Then suddenly I turned a bend in the road and there stood an abandoned train station. The rails grown over with grass, the faded planks and train signal still standing tall. I stopped and grabbed my camera from the back seat. When I turned, the wind stopped and sun broke through the clouds. The desert warmth bathed my face and being. The station made brighter by the sun, almost like it wanted to live again. As I leaned against my car enjoying the sun, I imagined the goodbyes and greetings that were once part of the station. The people roaming about. I wondered what might have befallen this place. The desert eerily quiet, without the wind, gav…


"A place is not really a place without a bookstore." - Gabrielle Zellen


Hamlet is a small southern town near the Great Pee Dee River. It’s quiet streets and colorful architecture only hint at its dramatic past.
You might mistake Hamlet for just another poor southern town with many empty storefronts, faded colors and little future. But things happened here and there are echoes of the past all around. If you listen to the sounds, you may still here the crossing of trains, cries of pain and jazz notes in the air.
Three major rail lines crisscross the town dividing it. No visit there is complete without a long train rumbling through town. The Hamlet Passenger Station (still active today) houses the National Railroad Museum. 
In 1991, the infamous Hamlet Chicken Plant fire broke out at Imperial Foods killing 25 people. The cries and suffering spurred a national movement to improve working and safety conditions in plants that still continues today. 
Most surprising tough is that John Coltrane, the jazz great, was born here in 1926. In the 1940’s, having decide…


“I am an artist, with the hands of a craftsman, the mind of an engineer, and the imagination of a dreamer.”  Frankie Flood 
I always enjoy university galleries. The newness of the art mixed with the iconic campus buildings always delight. At Winthrop University in Rock Hill, NC, campus galleries are housed in the Rutledge Building and adjoining McLaurin Hall. 
The experience reminded me of what a university can be. A place where your mind can grow. Where eclectic doctrines can be drawn from a universe of free thinking. Where that thinking can be a foundation for a well lived life.
The galleries highlight faculty and student art. Some have a serious bent such as “Selective Memory” by Kristen Stolle which examines the relationship between agribusiness and the bio chemical industry. However, you are quickly drawn to the other art and its placement in the galleries. 
The two buildings housing the art are mostly naturally lit. The age of the buildings, the copper dome, the window placement…