I have a dream

On this the 50th anniversary of the march on Washington for civil rights,* I wonder if Dad was aware of the event and if he ever considered going - I don't recall that he did attend.

A sobering statistic, here, 50 years on, the percentage of black families living in poverty is the same as it was then.



And we have many states taking advantage of the benighted recent Supreme Court decision about voting rights to enact laws voter ID laws resulting in increased difficulties for minority communities to cast their ballots, a latter day version of "literacy tests." Is it any surprise that most of these laws have been enacted in the South?

On a brighter note, here are some shots, taken this late August, a month that often found me driving btwn Menominee & Mpls. or other points, when the season reminded me (and still does) of a woman of a certain age. The first is the full blossoming of our newest dahlia - I love the spot of yellow on the tip of each petal (how did they get them to do that??, and remember you can click on the images for a larger version), and the last is of one of my garden favorites - that could qualify as Martians in disguise.

Off soon for some acupuncture, tootling, toddling and stitching on tap, too.

* I wonder what the coverage will be like of the 1978 gay rights march on Washington, which I attended while @ Stony Brook.