KELLSART (2024)

28/07/2017

Motion Photography

My parents put a camera in my hands over 63 years ago and it developed in me an inner passion for collecting things I saw and felt ever since. I built my first enlarger at age 11 and was then able on my own to share the entire process from visualization to being able to share what I felt and saw – no more having to wait for an Eastman Lab to process film and send back 3”x 4” glossies. In the 50’s the process was magical; the Brownie Hawkeye with its viewing glass and gray shutter release was a “light tight jewel box,” for me a precision instrument of the time.

In 1970 I was an Army Captain and applied for flight school, flying being something I knew as a child I would do and changed the way I viewed the world. Not much different from the way we see things from a vehicle travelling at 70mph, the view at a few hundred Mph, with an added dimension, provided me a different perspective of how I chose to view life as it passed by. Yes, day to day function remains very practical out of necessity, but if one chooses it is possible to see the beautiful smear of color, the elongation of an object as it passes, not as individual instants in time but as a process of shifts along a continuum. What my flying experience gave me was a much faster awareness of the shifts and changes as a pilot; what photography gave me was the ability and challenge to find the way to collect and present what I saw and felt as a photographer.

With experience, study and practice, it was easier to present motion using newer “light tight jewel boxes.” This resulted, a number of years back, in my intentionally starting to maintain a Motion body of work. This includes almost everything people do: dance, bicycling, rowing, running, and just walking. I’ve self-published several books using this imagery. When I photograph the Symphony or Sports, I also intentionally take do Motion work to demonstrate what is really happening in time, while primarily freezing action for traditional publication. And yes, somewhere between “he needs to learn how to use his camera” and “I never understood the beauty of being able to see movement” falls what I do with Motion work. I also have been told that motion imagery disturbs some because they are unable to visually register an image that is not clear and well defined. I have learned it is impossible to satisfy every viewer of what I produce. I do understand based on experience viewing Motion imagery is an “acquired taste,” but this will not thwart me because Motion is part of who I am as a photographer.

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30/03/2017

Why Trees? --

The tree, like each one of us, has a mystery all its own. It starts as a baby, has its own ethnic background, and genetics determine trunk girth and reach – sound familiar. If it is lucky enough to weather the storms along the way, it spreads its seed drawn by gravity or carried by the wind to a place where Mother Earth provides sustenance and its Spirit evolves.

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22/03/2017

All those feelings tucked away from years gone-by resurface and you are again free to give them life, to let them gush into the open without fear of ridicule or suppression. Your grandchild opens old doors to freedom and innocence that have been locked away. They are now permitted to burst into the open like a water balloon that finds it mark – and you giggle about it, together.
To climb on a fence because it is there; to take your shoes off and twiddle your toes now or later or anywhere; to be excited by a sink full of water and the soap that bobs around before letting the water drain out; to marvel and point at the sky at the first sound of an airplane that defies gravity with the clouds; to run across the grass as fast as you can with arms flailing high; to attack a puddle with wild abandon, shoes wet to the socks and “lets go through again”; to remove the toilet tank cover and see where the water goes; to hold someone’s hand and see what’s there together. To hear from another room “Popup?” And respond ‘Hi Love” and know the call was just to check your existence; someone wanted to know you were there.
Gabby is now 3 years old and she already knows what an airplane and helicopter are. In fact, she knows and has touched every part of an airplane and thoroughly enjoys the simple joy of watching aircraft taking off and landing at the airport near our house. On our way to the airport we often stop at McDonald’s and then eat lunch on the porch of the primary FBO before we walk out onto the tarmac between the aircraft. One day while sitting in a helicopter I asked her if she would like to go for a ride, she responded “yes.” So as a 3rd birthday present, that is exactly what we did. She, her mother, my daughter, and I, went for a ride in a 4-place helicopter. She brought her baby with her; Mommy and Popup were there, so everything was fine. She took it all in stride. Oh, it was also my daughter’s first time in a helicopter. Mike, the pilot, made the ride as smooth as glass.
I’ve done some short writing about Gabby that started when she was even younger. Those eyes, I called “Dark Pearls,” just look right into you as if confirming what she is seeing and hearing. As though her soul sees something that adult eyes no longer see. As though the innocence and beauty that we bring into the world is trying to retain its essence as it is being forced to integrate into life; the same innocence that is longed for with the passing of years; the same eyes that in youth long to know yet begin to experience difficulty straddling the chasm between worldliness and innocence.
And so with the push to 4 the integration for survival challenges the capabilities: gymnastics, swimming, school, numbers, letters, and the incessant “what’s this and what’s that.” And the inherent beauty that was there at the start is slowly pushed aside and left to wait for a future decision to resurface its primacy and true importance.

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21/03/2017

The Thicket ---

Within the thicket find your heart
Neither trail nor sign points the way
Or compass true to make one smart
Just feelings and fate to choose the day

There eyes by chance glimpse flowing fair
At forests edge glistening form did stand
Gentle eyes the light beneath branches stir
Did stroke soft cheek and neck with hand

There deep across the meadow wide
A glance once felt attention drawn
Soft breeze returns what smiles hide
Hearts race to joy as senses worn

“Protect the heart” in thicket deep
From unknown creatures lurking there
At forests edge that stalk or leap
To draw the eyes so clear and fair

Whose flowing bows do beckon more
Through forest rapturous moments slow
And evening dusk approaches sure
Eyes contact lost to never know

At forest’s edge near meadow wide
An unknown touch soft grasses sway
The moment lost emotions hide
Thicket’s promised fulfillment another day

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24/01/2017

Intentional ---

Many years ago before the Global Positioning System (GPS) was perfected and became so prominent in aviation, not to mention life, we used the Inertial Navigation System, INS. Instead of geo-positioned satellites the internal equipment used fast moving, gimballed gyroscopes that sensed the movement of aircraft. Not always perfect, because they required calibration over time, they were still quite accurate, most times extremely accurate. Then methods were devised for in flight updates and the equipment worked very well. The mission was served when everybody intentionally did their part - the equipment was properly oriented, properly calibrated, and the equipment that calibrated the calibration was kept in specification. This was only one of many systems that had to work properly; it was intricate as well as complex.
In this one small example it only took one player intentionally disrupting the process to thwart the mission. Leaving room for possible human error, even here there were enough players that relied on the system and had a responsibility to let people know when there was a problem. When identified, in every case corrections were made. If corrections were/are note made, the cause is probably intentional and an indication of a much greater issue. In the military lives were often at stake. In government and politics, lives are often at stake.

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18/01/2017

Interesting!

I received a graduate degree in Management while attending the Air Command and Staff College some years ago and remember a two word statement that changed forever my approach to achievement. The two word statement used by one of the professors was: “Goal Congruence.” Arriving at a consensus, especially in an environment where much needs to be accomplished should be relatively straight forward, but it’s not. In one discussion period we were shown an experiment using young school children, who obviously were well on their way to becoming creative members of society. The simple goal decided by the children was to move a ball from one side of the classroom to the other and what occurred is this. One of the children suggested, because there was a wagon in the room that the ball be placed in the wagon and the wagon be pulled to the other side of the room. There was then a discussion about who would pull the wagon, who would place the ball in the wagon, and how many children would steady the ball as it travelled across the room. Also, because there was a complete set of blocks in the back of the room, there was a suggestion to build a bridge or tramway across the room that would guide the ball by being pushed across using a group of students in line so everyone had a chance to help. There were other suggestions and observing the group of children as they worked the problem was interesting. What was more interesting was observing a little boy sitting in the back of the room that stood-up, walked to the ball, picked it up, and carried it to the other side of the room. What then ensued were comments like “you can’t do that” and “you ruined what we were doing.” Interesting!

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30/11/2016

It's Hard --

Oft times it’s so unfortunate that we social beings have to be so careful when communication in the simplest situations could be so productive or even just nice. The expression “you never know” has become so essential to survival. Wondering if there is a bear behind every rock causes us to circumvent, to redirect attention and tip-toe through the minefield of life. Well, better to be safe than sorry; better not to jump in, the sharks may get you; “the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.” Yet I would not begin to suggest that prudent attention and proper awareness are not essential qualities to have. And yes, we do hear of the one that did not circumvent the rock and was eaten by the bear.
What a way to have to move through life. We all experience what holds us back, what jams on the brakes, what stops progress because we just don’t know. And then the secondary routine kicks in and we begin to question the question it really gets thick. The “Ben Franklin” process helps, but old Ben isn’t going to suffer the consequences, we are. And nothing ventured, nothing gained finds its place on the shelf of too hard; it’s really not worth the trouble or the hassle; and the great ideas wind up mixed with others that didn’t work on County Serveries Road, mixed in with the rubble.
Figuratively, at one time or another we have all put our hand in or near the hole in the ground and learned not to do it again. Some are able to joke about it and some go to the hospital, but something happens in that we learn, we pass it on, and in the simplest way progress is served. The rubber band of life has a way of snapping back, unless we are able to wrap it around something or somebody that helps us move forward. The challenges and the unknowns will always be there – initially. Our real challenge is to never give up, to find a way.
I wanted to fly as a child, but no matter how hard I flapped my arms I could not leave the ground – however, I flew in the military for almost 17 years; I’m a guy and no matter what I do I will never give birth - but I am the father of three wonderful children (the girl that said yes to me has put-up with me for over 50 years); and I cannot embrace my father anymore – but someday I will.

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26/11/2016

Separating --

Many years ago, hot and still, two miles to the gate and two miles back. The path was well known and provided wanted opportunity to clear the cobwebs, alone in my thought. No shirt and wet from exertion yet breathing comfortably, I passed south to the far gate. The turn made, now heading north, thoughts turned to the return. Then suddenly, one moment on the path and in an instant my conscious existence shifted off the path to the right side of my physical self. Full knowledge that I was running and exerting, yet my awareness was completely separated from the physical. Exertion completely ceased, I felt I could run forever. No fear, but then a momentary concern about the now effortless pace - not being what I was used to - and the conscious interruption immediately put me back on the path as I was, before separating. For those moments I was able to look at myself from without, from the effortless side. It happened at the place near the wide river that passes between the states - not the first or last experience.

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05/11/2016

Photographing the Music --

Some time ago I came to the conclusion that photographing the music has little to do with the notes on paper, the instruments or musicians, or even the actual sound produced during a symphony’s performance. The music refers to something that can only be recorded in the feeling of the moment the feeling of the mind.
A correlation to an understanding of photographing the music can be experienced in many ways. For me a perfect example can be found in the progress of learning to ride and become a true mountain biker. On the trail of progress one spends hours honing the technique and then one day while carving down the trail becomes faced with the inevitable, a tree that for a moment was misjudged - passing through it was not an option. But then on the other side, with no understanding of how the tree didn’t cause a major problem, is the realization that something happened about which there was no conscious control. The realization was that you are not riding a bicycle, you are riding yourself. You realize the tools of the ride are not what are most important, you realize the success is in the feeling experienced and the freedom of being able to let go.
But these thoughts are about photography and how they apply to expressing the intangible of photographing the music. While I probably will never be able to explain the feeling of cutting down a path through the woods at 25mph, unless you have done so, as a photographer I learned that I have the means to share what I see, and more so to share the feeling of the moment. Knowing this, beyond all the technical learning, beyond all the equipment one may have, beyond the quality of the lens and light, is the knowledge that sharing the feeling of the moment means much more than pointing a lens and pushing a button, it means finding the feeling and finding a way to convey that feeling. But like learning to ride “yourself” the journey is fraught with frustration, with wonderful failure and many bumps and bruises along the path. Until one day you just let go and you find yourself on the other side of the tree – you no longer fight and just photograph the music.
There is a 1978 movie entitled “Circle of Iron” and a book entitled “Acres of Diamonds” that point up the fact that what you need is already yours; you already have. In all the pain and frustration of learning the craft I find that from the outset, in pure innocence and without knowing the difference, for 60 plus years I have always just let it happen, because I didn’t know any other way. The years have given me a much greater understanding of technique, but I am not given to changing my “modus.” Always willing to learn, I choose to follow the inner voice that helps me photograph the music.

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29/10/2016

Decisions --

Best decisions often result in inner tug of wars between many factors instilled in us long before we were able to understand the process. The real challenge is acknowledging and learning to overcome biases that lay hidden deep inside that in time surface to become strong parts of the equation we need to solve.
In daily life the equation at hand is formed with many unknowns, even when time limits are imposed. Problem is when working with unknowns we are forced to rely on best judgement and here is where bias plays the strongest role. We step back to experience and fear of criticism, seeking safety in the group dynamic. Instead of considering the panorama of the decision before us, we are immediately funneled towards the bias of a myopic view. By this is meant the inability to leave room for options. The “I just can’t and I’ll never” approaches negate any ability to consider the earth may not be flat.
Not necessarily bad, the foundation of bias may be based on truth, what is correct for the moment/future, and goal congruence. This may well provide us the foundation of who we are. But when we lose control and live like the steel ball in a pinball machine, the deliberate strike of a lever pushing us back on track might be the best redirection needed as we move through the gravity of life.

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25/10/2016

Everything Changes - Everything Remains The Same --

The Yard has invited fall to return and the return is glorious. We have been blowing leaves off the deck since early September and the opening canopy has provided progressively more light for me to work with. As mentioned, summer cover shrouds our Yard in shadow almost all day, but for sunlight that is able to find its way from the front of the house.
The bird population has remained wonderfully constant, but for the Robins and Grosbeaks that suddenly disappeared, this happened several weeks ago. We did see a Grosbeak a few days ago and believe it to be an early visitor on the way back through Atlanta on the annual migration. Cardinals remain the center of attention and the female bird rules the roost. Carlie Simon made popular a song entitled “Coming Around Again” where the verbiage is that “Daddy breezes in” and this is true of the bright red male who is initially there, helps building the nest, then hangs around to maintain equanimity among Yard players.

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14/10/2016

Smorgasbord --

One of the definitions of Smorgasbord is: a wide range of something, a variety. There is no direct connection to food in this entry, but there is a sense of application in the word that conjures potential choice with all the precedent implications and follow-on ramifications. At the table of supposed delectables there is initially so much to choose from that one is forced, because of potential undesirable gastronomical outcomes, to limit choices. Without going into all the sauces and marinades, a correlation is the game of politics that presents the table, but eventually limits choices. But the table is much the same and the outcome can also result in what is best choice or a bucket of undesirables.
Like a Smorgasbord, the past year has resulted in multiple passes around the table and we are now faced with “do we want this, or do we want that.” It seems to me an additional element must be considered. If the adage “we are what we eat” is true, it may be time to start looking beyond artificial and contrived presentation. Perhaps assessing past experience and seeking value and what is in our best interests is in order. If we apply common sense we may not get to taste everything, but in the long run we leave the table satisfied. If thirsty, choose a beverage; if you like sweets, consider chocolate; if you become ill, go to the best doctor. Unfortunately, the final decision must be consumed to experience the outcome. So choose wisely if past experience tells you stuffing your plate has not worked; perhaps taking a new approach is in order.

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01/10/2016

Saved --

This entry is based upon something that happened some years ago, but I remember the situation whenever fall and Thanksgiving come into my mind.
It was Thanksgiving Day and my wife prepared the annual dinner. As in previous years we had a number of family members at the house. When in the kitchen, my granddaughter, then very young, walked in and began watching me carve the turkey. This was when she looked up at me and asked “Poppop, did the turkey cry?” Never at a loss for words, I hesitated, then heard from the other room one of the women say “No Gabby, the turkey didn’t cry.” Gabby walked back to the other room and I realized I had been “saved.”

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18/09/2016

Inherent with any artist is the willingness to open the mind to
possibility. When I walk with my camera, I allow my eye to lead me with no preconceived direction. Having learned to pay attention to where I am directed, I shift into the moment and capture what is seen and felt. For me photography is the brush and canvas used to capture the experience.
There are a number of fine antique shops on the square in Marietta, GA, with windows set to entice shoppers. As I walked passed these shops late one afternoon in January, I was drawn to how the advancing afternoon light intensified the almost human expression and position of the sculpture and figurines held captive behind storefront windows. I could almost hear an outcry for release that might never be answered. It was the highlighting of features and a feeling of near humanity that
motivated me to capture a group of images.
I have learned to listen to what is inside. Using the implements of photography and the beauty of light, I attempt to share what I saw and felt that late afternoon on the square.

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10/09/2016

Coincidence --

“Just a coincidence” is a reference used often by a man who for years was my teacher and friend. He was a learned architect who gave and never asked anything in return. He helped me understand the deeper meaning of coincidence.
Wednesday night is meeting night at the Arts Center in Atlanta. I remember meeting Ted and Gloria, well established and very respected members of the organization where we share common interests. I never forgot their greeting and kindness when I was new to the group. He has always been very knowledgeable, soft-spoken and a man whose manner displays genuine interest in conversation, at times even playful. She, very knowledgeable, dignified and reserved, yet direct with a wonderfully confident and understanding smile that puts one at ease. They are both terrific people.
One Wednesday evening many months ago in a rush from work, I stopped at a coffee shop to have a cup of soup before the meeting. That same evening they stopped at the same coffee shop. I learned they had done this for some time. We greeted each other and ate together before going to the meeting. Ever since that evening, we seem to meet there just about every meeting night and share conversation about the week and our common interest in the arts. I look forward to visiting with them on meeting nights, not just because our conversation is comfortable, but also because it is always positive and helpful. As I drive on to the meeting, I often think of what Wilfred might have said to me: “Just a coincidence Tom.”

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10/09/2016

Note to a Friend --

I thought quite a bit about our conversation last night. I understand it is hard at times being so capable and knowing it. It is not just being capable; it is the combination of the positive attitude about life and the knowing that anything is possible that creates the loneliness. When life is a veritable smorgasbord of options, things get in the way. Trust that it is part of the ebb and flow. As you have learned, airplanes do not fly from Point A to Point B in a straight line; it is the continuous flow of course corrections that eventually finds the destination. Then there are new destinations, may it always be so..

One school of thought suggests that always setting one’s goals low enough ensures expectations can always be met or exceeded. Not the recommended way to live, but easier if truly internalized. One thing about you, dear friend, is that I do not believe you know how to set your goals low. I do not remember you ever really complaining or intentionally doing something to hurt. There is an innocence in goodness, at least it is perceived that way. In our society goodness and loneliness often go hand in hand because most do not trust goodness. Goodness not being understood is shunned. There is also wisdom in goodness, but because one chooses goodness does not mean one is not capable of the direct opposite. In fact, I believe one who chooses goodness is more clearly attuned to the opposite.

We all have thoughts and feelings that cause us to question who we are. As long as we are human, we are destined in part to function in the rule bucket of humanness. Like some, I believe you have been blessed and cursed with knowing there is something else. Blessed because you know and desire to find it, cursed because the rule bucket is the great creator of things. Please trust that I know. Like the little boy at the foot of the Banyan tree, one must keep on dancing. Things do suck at times, but there are levels of suckiness. My expectation is that some of your suckiness is of your own choosing. No matter, know that you are deeply loved and respected. I know you know you are not alone though lonely.

All the best – keep dancing.
A Friend

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03/09/2016

Upside Down --

Sometimes our world seems upside-down. No matter what we do, even if we just want to turn right, we wind up having to turn left. Gravity feels like our enemy, we forget the keys left upstairs, the mail we were going to drop still sits on the kitchen table, we didn’t put gas in the car last night because we thought we’d have plenty of time in the morning, the underwear never made it to the dryer, and we were looking forward to morning coffee we ran out of yesterday, etc. etc. – but, we gave our wife and children a hug before we left and realize before being upside-down, things were right-side up. Oh, and being right-side up and being able to experience up’s and down’s is a good thing.

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01/09/2016

Implications Of A Bar Of Chocolate --

I just remembered I left a bar of chocolate in my desk and boy can I use a little pick-me-up. Not just any bar of chocolate but one of those smooth milk chocolate slabs that can be broken into chunks to melt in the mouth or be chewed in a way that increases the bitter sweet surface that floods the pallet. Chocolate seems to be one of those things in life that has a place, a moment when its very existence has the potential to quell all fear, redirect all concern and just hit the spot. It was put in the drawer for just a time like this, waiting to serve its purpose, its destiny. Good thinking created this pre-stored cache of wonder intentionally sequestered for the sole purpose of working its magic at the right time and now is the time.

But the thought comes to mind that although this is the right time, it may not in fact be the best time. What if now is but a fleeting moment of weakness and there will be in the not too distant future a moment of greater need? A future moment when the impact of this now un-violated bar would have heightened meaning or perhaps even save the day. And what if someone saw me eating the chocolate? It goes without saying that there would be uninvited begging and one of life’s unwritten laws is never to refuse sharing chocolate. And what if squandering and sharing this wonderful appeaser now left only morsels for the future? What if this is but an impulsive craving that could diminish the medicinal value because the chocolate threshold would be increased? And there is a valid concern that going too far could create a sugar spike that in a few hours would cause one later to nosedive into the abyss. And the abyss for some is to feel faint; while in others it is to become hyper and grouchy. Do I want to accept responsibility for someone going home and kicking the dog and barking at the kids because I shared my wonderful chocolate?

And there is the actual act of sharing. Do I want to go through the guilt of feeling I may not have given a large enough piece. Everyone knows chocolate never breaks where you expect it will. It’s always “oops that’s to much” or “sorry, would you like a larger piece?” And if you try to get around this problem and allow another to break off there own slab do you want to deal with the fingerprints left on the remaining chocolate. Have you ever wondered what someone was doing or where he or she was just before they invaded your moment? What if he’s a nice guy, but not the cleanest cup on the shelf? How do you handle what’s left? Does it retain its original status or is it now tainted?

Well, sharing as an issue can be handled reasonably by simply doing a quick scan of who is in the neighborhood. And if all is clear you can just go ahead and break the seal and dive into that solid hunk of confectionary bliss. But have you ever experienced how chocolate that has been moved around in a desk tends to sliver at the edges. What I mean is that small shards of the delectable delight brake off in the package and seem to fall out when opened and often find their way into the oddest places. Not to mention papers on your desk, between pens and desk implements kept in drawers and of course on your pants and down between your legs. It is amazing how things seem to gravitate down into the crotch area where hours of dutiful sitting have created a warm and hospitable environment for things that like to melt. Have you ever tried to remove a shard of chocolate from a seat or pant fabric when it has begun to melt? You’d swear the Bible story of the seven fishes and seven loaves had been recreated. That shard of chocolate so small when it leapt out of its packaging grows and smears, smears and grows, and all you want is to make it go away.

So there you are, all you wanted was to
enjoy a piece of chocolate and now you have to re-copy a report, clean your desk, get some warm water to “de-chocolatize” your chair, and how are you going to explain the brown smears on your tan poplin pants? You just know you are going to be the subject of jokes all afternoon. And the packaging is no longer re-foldable foil; it’s now made of a plastic material that once opened almost demands total consumption because it’s not designed to be resealed. The potential impact of leaving the opened bar in your desk is simply astounding. Not to mention nighttime critters that make their way into desks looking for their midnight snack. Did you ever leave something somewhere and when you returned felt it didn’t look quite the same and wonder if something else had been there? Will the chocolate retain its original status, or again would it be tainted?

Oh what’s all the hubbub about? This is just about a wonderful piece of heaven. But you know I’m reminded of a project I worked on in high school. It was a project that required me to obtain reports from the food and drug administration. Have you ever read some of the reports that list what is found in processed food? As a youngster when we would go to the movies, we always had to have some of those wonderful chocolate covered things. And you know they were so popular that to my surprise I found some of them listed in the reports. The reports almost required a degree in entomology and zoology, what with all the rodent and bug part findings. It just goes to prove that chocolate is universal, what a small world. But this was so many years ago and food processing has made so many strides. Let’s just take for granted that this bar of sweet satisfaction is as perfect as it is meant to be.

So the decision remains: Do I delve in and give my highly evolved chocolate craving taste buds the lead, or do I allow deeper cerebral discourse to control the moment? What the heck, full speed ahead, carpe diem, go for it. Aamazing isn’t it how simple things in life like a bar of chocolate can have such far-reaching implications.

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