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Monday, January 25, 2010
Pending Rain Posters from Zazzle.com
Dennis, I did visit your site and was struck by the multi-dimmensional talent of your eye. Each picture which you have taken and expanded has created a new kind of Art, blurring the lines between Painting and Photography. The visual outcome is stimulating, whether it be the Seasons, Bridges, the Homeless, or Vintage Vehicles.
Pending Rain Posters from Zazzle.com
Pending Rain Posters from Zazzle.com
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Salt Lake 2 Print from Zazzle.com
I am extremely proud of this.......
MEDAL of ART Award Winner
Hear ye, Hear ye, let it be known to all those who view this site, the artwork contained within these virtual walls are prime examples of excellence in art.MEDAL of ART Award Winner
Salt Lake 2 Print from Zazzle.com
Friday, January 1, 2010
2010
Many have said, "I'll be glad to have 2009 behind me..." Others have exclaimed how excited they are, anticipating 2010. I'd be lying if I didn't that 2009 presented me with unforeseen trials and tribulations. For me, the year brought about additional "lifes' lessons". Lesson where my physical body has once again betrayed me and put on hold many of the goals I had in mind. I have met up with people at their best and their worst. And I'm being tested once again. Often there are moments, where complete surrender seems the only alternative. Physical. Spiritual. Financial. "We aren't quitters, we're survivors..." my cousin often reminds me during late-night telephone calls. I frequently remind myself of the axioms and lessons I'd been presented with throughout my life. "If a job is worth doing, it's worth doing right...". "God helps those who help themselves...". The ingrained quotes and slogans constantly run through my mind as I continue to to do battle with what I prefer to call, "the elements" presented me.
I've reconnected with countless teachers, counselors, coaches, as well as Brothers and Sisters from Boys Town. In years past, something or someone reminded me of a particular classmate or acquaintance, and I'd think, "I wonder what they're up to these days?". With referrals, friends of friends and often by accident, my own list of BT Alumni has grown tremendously. I am grateful to have reconnected with so many. I was explaining my delight to a friend of mine not long ago. The enthusiasm and excitement I felt at the expanding list of names. "Why? Why is that so important to you?" he asked. "I don't have an exact answer..." I tried to explain. "No matter the generation, it's a group of people who at one time or another shared similar lives. I grew up in a situation, where all we had, was each other. Absolutely, we fought amongst ourselves on occasion, but let someone from "the outs" become aggressive or "wrong" one of our own... "He's not heavy Father, he's my brother..." On this wall, http://www.virtualwall.org/dc/CordovaRJ01a.htm Mike Smith, Class of '67 wrote, "It has been suggested that since you graduated from Boys Town that you may not have had any family. To the contrary, nobody has a larger family..." That is a part of the emotion I carry with me as I continually add to my "list". We all shined the same floors at one time or another. Polished the brass, baled the hay, worked in the dinning hall, played sports, rode the blue and white buses...". Funny. Though I've been away from the home for 37 years, Msgr. Wagners voice still echoes when I was appointed to the Boys Town City Council, "You will always represent The Home...". Regardless of my situation, I will forever radiate the highest degree of pride in knowing I share my diploma with countless generations of success stories (success being measured in the non-traditional way). http://www.dpeppard.com/ship.htm I can only continue to work and be mindful of those gone before, and after me. I especially want to express recognition for the BT grads who have given their life for our country. "Dying for freedom is nobler than living in the shadow of weak submission.." (Kahlil Gibran).
In 2009 I was finally convinced that the activity I considered a hobby should generate income as "art". I became enthused and excited at the prospect of actually sharing with the world (thanks to the Internet, and my friend, Anne) thoughts and emotions that had made their way to paper via my photography, editing, and the computer. And in in the meantime, supplement my income for what has been a miserable year in the way of my inability to work at my former job to support myself. Hence, http://dennisbuckman.com and http://www.zazzle.com/dbuckman There again, it has been with someones help, who I know has unselfishly devoted a great deal of time and energy to contribute to the effort of making my art work public, affordable and more easily seen, that the two web sites even exist! I would like to once again, thank Anne and her belief in me. http://www.perfectpostage.com/ Those of you interested in dressing up a wedding, should definitely visit her site. Meanwhile, I have been spending what I laughingly refer to as "spare time" between doctors visits, hospital stays, lab tests and so on, promoting my site on Facebook and Twitter. Truly, if anyone can think of any other outlets for my work, an e-mail would be appreciated!
I am tempted of course, to wish everyone a great and prosperous 2010. But, the prayers and desire for all of my friends and acquaintances go far beyond that. I wish for everyone; Life. Knowledge. Humanity, and Spirit. Not just in 2010, but every day of their lives. I want to express my extreme gratitude to those who have befriended me, supported me and believed in me. My goal this year, is to prove you right. That I was worth befriending. Happy New Year to you all...
I've reconnected with countless teachers, counselors, coaches, as well as Brothers and Sisters from Boys Town. In years past, something or someone reminded me of a particular classmate or acquaintance, and I'd think, "I wonder what they're up to these days?". With referrals, friends of friends and often by accident, my own list of BT Alumni has grown tremendously. I am grateful to have reconnected with so many. I was explaining my delight to a friend of mine not long ago. The enthusiasm and excitement I felt at the expanding list of names. "Why? Why is that so important to you?" he asked. "I don't have an exact answer..." I tried to explain. "No matter the generation, it's a group of people who at one time or another shared similar lives. I grew up in a situation, where all we had, was each other. Absolutely, we fought amongst ourselves on occasion, but let someone from "the outs" become aggressive or "wrong" one of our own... "He's not heavy Father, he's my brother..." On this wall, http://www.virtualwall.org/dc/CordovaRJ01a.htm Mike Smith, Class of '67 wrote, "It has been suggested that since you graduated from Boys Town that you may not have had any family. To the contrary, nobody has a larger family..." That is a part of the emotion I carry with me as I continually add to my "list". We all shined the same floors at one time or another. Polished the brass, baled the hay, worked in the dinning hall, played sports, rode the blue and white buses...". Funny. Though I've been away from the home for 37 years, Msgr. Wagners voice still echoes when I was appointed to the Boys Town City Council, "You will always represent The Home...". Regardless of my situation, I will forever radiate the highest degree of pride in knowing I share my diploma with countless generations of success stories (success being measured in the non-traditional way). http://www.dpeppard.com/ship.htm I can only continue to work and be mindful of those gone before, and after me. I especially want to express recognition for the BT grads who have given their life for our country. "Dying for freedom is nobler than living in the shadow of weak submission.." (Kahlil Gibran).
In 2009 I was finally convinced that the activity I considered a hobby should generate income as "art". I became enthused and excited at the prospect of actually sharing with the world (thanks to the Internet, and my friend, Anne) thoughts and emotions that had made their way to paper via my photography, editing, and the computer. And in in the meantime, supplement my income for what has been a miserable year in the way of my inability to work at my former job to support myself. Hence, http://dennisbuckman.com and http://www.zazzle.com/dbuckman There again, it has been with someones help, who I know has unselfishly devoted a great deal of time and energy to contribute to the effort of making my art work public, affordable and more easily seen, that the two web sites even exist! I would like to once again, thank Anne and her belief in me. http://www.perfectpostage.com/ Those of you interested in dressing up a wedding, should definitely visit her site. Meanwhile, I have been spending what I laughingly refer to as "spare time" between doctors visits, hospital stays, lab tests and so on, promoting my site on Facebook and Twitter. Truly, if anyone can think of any other outlets for my work, an e-mail would be appreciated!
I am tempted of course, to wish everyone a great and prosperous 2010. But, the prayers and desire for all of my friends and acquaintances go far beyond that. I wish for everyone; Life. Knowledge. Humanity, and Spirit. Not just in 2010, but every day of their lives. I want to express my extreme gratitude to those who have befriended me, supported me and believed in me. My goal this year, is to prove you right. That I was worth befriending. Happy New Year to you all...
Friday, November 27, 2009
Having just realized that 2009 is nearly over, I've begun reflecting on the year. After a lengthy illness, I returned to work in September '08. What was supposed to be a "local" driving job, evolved into a maddening schedule for little financial benefit. However, the new job did afford me the ability to buy my own groceries! The job search continues. Although I lack that piece of paper indicating time dedicated to a college education, it is still my hope that a prospective employer will be willing to utilize my millions of miles of experience, and willingness to adapt...
This year, my friend Anne, has encouraged me to the point where I dedicated a good many hours, converting, uploading and marketing my art in a different way. Though the journey has been frustrating, time consuming, and a difficult technological learning process, it has been fun. I am nearly to the point where I can begin to dedicate more time to new art, new ideas. Thank you Anne.
Another year has passed without any contact from my daughter, Ashlely. I don't understand it, will never accept it and it leaves a blank place in my heart.
There are more "resolutions" I need to give thought to, and others who have played important roles in recent times. I intended to address these topics, and more in coming months.....
This year, my friend Anne, has encouraged me to the point where I dedicated a good many hours, converting, uploading and marketing my art in a different way. Though the journey has been frustrating, time consuming, and a difficult technological learning process, it has been fun. I am nearly to the point where I can begin to dedicate more time to new art, new ideas. Thank you Anne.
Another year has passed without any contact from my daughter, Ashlely. I don't understand it, will never accept it and it leaves a blank place in my heart.
There are more "resolutions" I need to give thought to, and others who have played important roles in recent times. I intended to address these topics, and more in coming months.....
Sunday, June 22, 2008
I Have Been Thinking...
I have been thinking…
Throughout my own journey, I have yet to understand the numerous lessons learned in this life. Moreover, in reality, I have often failed to recognize "lessons" themselves! I realize that we are multi-sensory and some communications are received more clearly than others are. For me, things take awhile to soak in…
In addition, we hear a lot about empowerment these days. Becoming empowered is regarded as an enviable, desirable position to attain in ones life, and definitely a desirable state in which to live. Nevertheless, how to ever attain that status? How do we empower ourselves? How do we take control? It often seems, the less we have control, the more frustrated we become. I have experienced this frustration in the past four months.
I always believed that we learn by living every day in the present moment, honoring our commitments and responsibilities, regardless of how convenient or inconvenient. We do not often, consciously think about our ability to enter into the center of our hearts and attempt to strengthen our own spiritual beliefs. The reality is, we are all free spirited, and able to choose how we wish to live here. Living every day and trying not to harm what is in front of us, beside us, or behind us. To see beauty where others see ugliness. To find the divine in the simplest aspects of nature or others around us. Being aware of our actions, how they effect others, and make sound decisions accordingly. In each of us should be the priority, to be able to help others around us to complete our lives
I have been thinking how our lives are filled with miracles. Often, without realizing, we see and experience them everyday. Just as often, the entanglement of our everyday living either blurs our vision or we refuse to look outside of the tunnel we are following. So many of us are living on the fast track most of the time not able, or desiring to slow down. We put ourselves on a sub-conscious time schedule where we do not take the time to enjoy the moment or follow our own inner timeline that leads to inner peace. I often envy those who have listened to that inner voice and followed their hearts.
In the past months, I have tried to take the time to think back over my life, attempting to count the many times that miracles have occurred in my own life. The times that I was saved from near accidents, or serious illness where I was able to recover. I began to recall individuals who were close to me. Those who recovered from major illness and were able to go on with their lives. Those who have averted certain tragedies. It has been during these reflections that I am more aware of the miracles and know that we are all, blessed by the Great Spirit.
This four-month experience I believe has caused my faith become stronger. At this moment I believe there is, a Greater Being and that I must have the faith to recognize, and perhaps analyze my own miracles. Sometimes a miracle can turn our lives around where we begin to slow down and see how precious each moment of our lives is. Yet, many times we forget to say "Thank You". There have been so many people who have stepped forward during my recent illness. They are my miracles. I surely wish to thank them…
I would like to believe that even with the tests, the hurdles and obstacles I've been faced with in the past four months that now is the time to attempt to clear out my brain of the negativity and the chaos that seems to surround my life. And of course to say "Thank you…" more often. I do need to be more clear-sighted and receptive to the smaller things, because the daily experience of life is flowing and powerful and should rise above the boundaries that limit so many people. Including me.
Though I often think I am "different", I do not feel I am alone. I would like to hear from those with similar rational wanderings…
Throughout my own journey, I have yet to understand the numerous lessons learned in this life. Moreover, in reality, I have often failed to recognize "lessons" themselves! I realize that we are multi-sensory and some communications are received more clearly than others are. For me, things take awhile to soak in…
In addition, we hear a lot about empowerment these days. Becoming empowered is regarded as an enviable, desirable position to attain in ones life, and definitely a desirable state in which to live. Nevertheless, how to ever attain that status? How do we empower ourselves? How do we take control? It often seems, the less we have control, the more frustrated we become. I have experienced this frustration in the past four months.
I always believed that we learn by living every day in the present moment, honoring our commitments and responsibilities, regardless of how convenient or inconvenient. We do not often, consciously think about our ability to enter into the center of our hearts and attempt to strengthen our own spiritual beliefs. The reality is, we are all free spirited, and able to choose how we wish to live here. Living every day and trying not to harm what is in front of us, beside us, or behind us. To see beauty where others see ugliness. To find the divine in the simplest aspects of nature or others around us. Being aware of our actions, how they effect others, and make sound decisions accordingly. In each of us should be the priority, to be able to help others around us to complete our lives
I have been thinking how our lives are filled with miracles. Often, without realizing, we see and experience them everyday. Just as often, the entanglement of our everyday living either blurs our vision or we refuse to look outside of the tunnel we are following. So many of us are living on the fast track most of the time not able, or desiring to slow down. We put ourselves on a sub-conscious time schedule where we do not take the time to enjoy the moment or follow our own inner timeline that leads to inner peace. I often envy those who have listened to that inner voice and followed their hearts.
In the past months, I have tried to take the time to think back over my life, attempting to count the many times that miracles have occurred in my own life. The times that I was saved from near accidents, or serious illness where I was able to recover. I began to recall individuals who were close to me. Those who recovered from major illness and were able to go on with their lives. Those who have averted certain tragedies. It has been during these reflections that I am more aware of the miracles and know that we are all, blessed by the Great Spirit.
This four-month experience I believe has caused my faith become stronger. At this moment I believe there is, a Greater Being and that I must have the faith to recognize, and perhaps analyze my own miracles. Sometimes a miracle can turn our lives around where we begin to slow down and see how precious each moment of our lives is. Yet, many times we forget to say "Thank You". There have been so many people who have stepped forward during my recent illness. They are my miracles. I surely wish to thank them…
I would like to believe that even with the tests, the hurdles and obstacles I've been faced with in the past four months that now is the time to attempt to clear out my brain of the negativity and the chaos that seems to surround my life. And of course to say "Thank you…" more often. I do need to be more clear-sighted and receptive to the smaller things, because the daily experience of life is flowing and powerful and should rise above the boundaries that limit so many people. Including me.
Though I often think I am "different", I do not feel I am alone. I would like to hear from those with similar rational wanderings…
Thursday, June 19, 2008
A Large Gap In Time...
I apologize for the gap in time. It's a long story with gory details. I've been in and out of the hospital, suffered through 3 major operations and have been trying to recvover ever since. Today, I sent out this massive e-mail and then thought, "Why didn't I just blog it?" So, here it is. I will try to stay more current, now that I have a bit more energy and am recovering...
What has been an otherwise bland, mixed review kind of a day, ended up with a couple of uplifting, mood altering events of sorts...
To begin, I received a telephone call from a friend and former scuba diving partner (I was going to say "old" scuba diving partner, but Tony is younger than I am!!). Tony and I go way back, actually to the insurance office days. Early on, we discovered a mutual interest, scuba diving. Before we knew it, we were spending weekends traveling around the Midwest together hitting every dive spot we could find. We made a few trips to Bull Shoals Arkansas, Blue Eye Missouri. Although we could swap stories, we never made it together to any of the more attractive, clear water locations; the Bahamas', Cozumel.
Tony was one of the few, that I was ever comfortable with as a dive partner. We seemed to have this uncanny ability to communicate under water that I hadn't experienced with many other divers. Eventually, I was even invited to assist Tony with his weekend Scuba classes, where he acted as an instructor at both at the YMCA and College of St. Mary. The experience gave me the opportunity to socialize with new people, get the gear wet in the middle of winter, and keep some of the skills honed...
As is the case with so many relationships, time and other responsibilities overshadowed the extracurricular scuba outings, and after four or five summers, our outings faded away. We managed to kept in touch from time to time; the ocasional telephone call, Christmas and birthday cards. A shared lunch in the middle of town. But even those get together's slowly faded away.
Anyway, Tony said he was in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by just to visit. It was great seeing him, as we agreed it had been a couple of years since our last reunion. Instead of just a "...stop in and say hello visit, Tony stayed for two and a half hours as we did our catching up... So what started out as another solitary confinement kind of day, ended up with several hours of welcome company and a friendly face.
I was set to watch the game of the North Carolina/LSU College World Series being held here in town, when the skies opened up and we became inundated with a real downpour. Lightning, wind, the whole bit. Like many other parts of the Midwest, it's not as if we need the rain, but it's here. So, instead of watching the game, I figured to spend some time at the computer.
I know I've told everyone about my friend Amanda. Just in case though, she the artist http://www.amandakoh.com who now lives in Washington State. Anyway, when I first advertised the three pieces of art I had for sale, Amanda must have forwarded the ad to everyone she knew. In turn, it got passed along to others. I was contacted by a man named John, who eventually bought "Cougar In the Snow". John, after visiting my web site, sent me the web site of another friend of his saying that Rita and I shared an interest in rusty old automobiles. With nothing but time, I spent quite a bit of time on her web site/blog and eventually wrote her a letter about our shared interest. In the return mail, Rita sent a photograph of an old red pick-up she'd taken. With her permission, I downloaded the picture and commenced to playing with it. A few days later, I returned the now altered photograph via e-mail. This afternoon, I received this, in my e-mail: http://oldcars.wordpress.com . I hope that you spend a little more time in her blog than just the article about me, and perhaps even visit some of the links she has on her site. All of her articles are well written and will hold your attention. Once I started, I spent I don't know how many hours browsing around. but then, I'm into "twisted metal" (as Rita appropriately calls it).
I don't know. I was just excited and re-energized after reading everything she'd written. Oh, and be sure to click on the "before and after" pictures in her article.
So, I apologize for the length of the letter, but it ended up being a pleasant day for me. One I've needed for awhile. Since there's no baseball tonight, I figured I'd catch up!
What has been an otherwise bland, mixed review kind of a day, ended up with a couple of uplifting, mood altering events of sorts...
To begin, I received a telephone call from a friend and former scuba diving partner (I was going to say "old" scuba diving partner, but Tony is younger than I am!!). Tony and I go way back, actually to the insurance office days. Early on, we discovered a mutual interest, scuba diving. Before we knew it, we were spending weekends traveling around the Midwest together hitting every dive spot we could find. We made a few trips to Bull Shoals Arkansas, Blue Eye Missouri. Although we could swap stories, we never made it together to any of the more attractive, clear water locations; the Bahamas', Cozumel.
Tony was one of the few, that I was ever comfortable with as a dive partner. We seemed to have this uncanny ability to communicate under water that I hadn't experienced with many other divers. Eventually, I was even invited to assist Tony with his weekend Scuba classes, where he acted as an instructor at both at the YMCA and College of St. Mary. The experience gave me the opportunity to socialize with new people, get the gear wet in the middle of winter, and keep some of the skills honed...
As is the case with so many relationships, time and other responsibilities overshadowed the extracurricular scuba outings, and after four or five summers, our outings faded away. We managed to kept in touch from time to time; the ocasional telephone call, Christmas and birthday cards. A shared lunch in the middle of town. But even those get together's slowly faded away.
Anyway, Tony said he was in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by just to visit. It was great seeing him, as we agreed it had been a couple of years since our last reunion. Instead of just a "...stop in and say hello visit, Tony stayed for two and a half hours as we did our catching up... So what started out as another solitary confinement kind of day, ended up with several hours of welcome company and a friendly face.
I was set to watch the game of the North Carolina/LSU College World Series being held here in town, when the skies opened up and we became inundated with a real downpour. Lightning, wind, the whole bit. Like many other parts of the Midwest, it's not as if we need the rain, but it's here. So, instead of watching the game, I figured to spend some time at the computer.
I know I've told everyone about my friend Amanda. Just in case though, she the artist http://www.amandakoh.com who now lives in Washington State. Anyway, when I first advertised the three pieces of art I had for sale, Amanda must have forwarded the ad to everyone she knew. In turn, it got passed along to others. I was contacted by a man named John, who eventually bought "Cougar In the Snow". John, after visiting my web site, sent me the web site of another friend of his saying that Rita and I shared an interest in rusty old automobiles. With nothing but time, I spent quite a bit of time on her web site/blog and eventually wrote her a letter about our shared interest. In the return mail, Rita sent a photograph of an old red pick-up she'd taken. With her permission, I downloaded the picture and commenced to playing with it. A few days later, I returned the now altered photograph via e-mail. This afternoon, I received this, in my e-mail: http://oldcars.wordpress.com . I hope that you spend a little more time in her blog than just the article about me, and perhaps even visit some of the links she has on her site. All of her articles are well written and will hold your attention. Once I started, I spent I don't know how many hours browsing around. but then, I'm into "twisted metal" (as Rita appropriately calls it).
I don't know. I was just excited and re-energized after reading everything she'd written. Oh, and be sure to click on the "before and after" pictures in her article.
So, I apologize for the length of the letter, but it ended up being a pleasant day for me. One I've needed for awhile. Since there's no baseball tonight, I figured I'd catch up!
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