The Clerk Manifesto

Like any moderately sane person I have had to come to accept the reality that not only will there be unhinged, greedy, power mad, pathologic...

I just finished rereading the magnificent book  Holes , by Louis Sachar.  Well, I didn't read it exactly. Some guy read it into my ear w...

  It has been noted that my politics can be... overwrought.  But in the end I really do believe in the spirit of compromise. I am willing an...

  Today I went on a bike ride, but this isn't the sort of post where I tell you all about it and show you a hundred pictures.  I found m...

  Along the river where I sometimes walk someone posted a rough sign to a pole. It read: Protective mother coyote in area with pup, watch yo...

  I was at the library. Where I work. If I can't help it. A library patron had a book on hold to check out. It was called "Rethinki...

  Those of you following carefully along in the recounting of my illness here, resulting from a normal reaction to a shingles vaccine, will ...

  Devoted readers who have been following this blog as far back as yesterday will be well aware that I have had a strong reaction to my Shin...

  Just before I was knocked back sick as a dog in reaction to my first round of shingles vaccine (yes, I feel terrible right now!) I took so...

  There's a lot of pictures here lately, and I don't know that anyone is all that keen on all the playing around with extreme filter...

  Maybe art isn't life. And if life isn't art. Art can be something else. And life? Life can carry on.

  A reader writes in: Dear Clerkmanifesto: Yesterday you wrote about flowers. There was a lot of talk about photographing flowers. You went ...

  When one is a wildly famous photographer of flowers and birds, like I am, one quickly learns that one cannot get by on dandelions and wild...