Saturday, June 19, 2021

Upon Closer Observation: Love Encourages Rampant Curiosity

My sister and I met Will today and admired his life’s work. He’d been at it since he turned 15, and in completing that work he marveled at the complexity, beauty, and uniqueness of his favorite subject. Will loved snowflakes. He loved their structure. He loved the variety of shapes he found. He loved capturing them and sharing them with people who were special to him.

My sister Beth had met Will before. Thankfully, she introduced us. You see, Will was born not far from a place we are visiting in Vermont. Despite the expense, his parents bought him a microscope as a gift one year. It was a good choice, because Will wasn’t like many of the other boys. He wasn’t interested in sports, but he was curious. He never married, but he was a problem solver. 


Will was particularly curious about frozen precipitation, but found it difficult to capture images of it because it so quickly thawed. He solved the problem with black velvet. He caught the snowflake on a swatch of black velvet, then took that wonderful microscope and a bellows camera and continued trying things until he had captured images that met his standards. Along the way, he learned that there is no repetition in snowflakes. 


Because of his abiding curiosity, Will asked himself ”Why?” Why are there so many shapes? What causes different types of crystallized precipitation to form? 


In describing his pursuit of a subject many would disregard, Will said, “Every crystal was a masterpiece of design and no one design was ever repeated.” He also said, “When a snowflake melted, that design was forever lost. Just that much beauty was gone, leaving no record behind.” Who cares like that?


I saw a chart Will created. It showed what shapes occur in snowflakes in different temperatures. The range went to -40 degrees Fahrenheit. Would you pursue your research under those conditions? Will was very committed to his work.


You really must see Will’s photographs. You cannot look at them without admiring the intricacy of a snowflake. Not just the entire flake, but even a piece of the core is fascinating. Today’s layman has much better tools available. Stronger magnification would reveal even more about the composition of the center of a snowflake. Where does that pattern end? Maybe you could adopt Will’s passion and carry on his research.




Beth pointed out this to me: Will’s mother didn’t overlook his difference; she encouraged it. You see, she educated him. She saw how he differed from others and she equipped him to follow his own path. She didn’t try to make him fit the norm. Because of her, we have glimpses of her son marveling at Nature. We also have a wealth of evidence supporting Will’s observations.


My niece Emily says, “Will reminds me of of my students with Autism. They loved to share and talk about their passions. They had the unique ability to learn the intricacies of their interests with meticulous focus that I couldn’t help but admire.” Will had a special ability to detect patterns, with interest in both snowflakes and spider webs because of their star-like shapes.


I don’t talk with Will. One reason is that, even though I’m curious and inspired by his work, I don’t think I could maintain a conversation that would accommodate his zeal. Another reason is that Will left us nearly sixty years before I was born. 


Imagine doing all he did by carrying heavy equipment outside, dealing with the elements, and exposing and developing glass plates. It’s a level of dedication I hope we all can muster about something in our own lives.


Even if you or I aren’t that devoted to any one topic, I suspect we know somebody who is. Let’s encourage them. Like Will’s mother, let’s offer support. Let’s set aside our convictions about what we know and marvel with them. Let’s let them be our teachers. 




For more, see:


Smithsonian Institution Archives Article - Wilson A. Bentley: Pioneering Photographer of Snowflakes


Why do I Think Wilson Alwyn "Snowflake" Bentley, the First Photographer of Snowflakes, Was Autistic?


Wikipedia: Wilson Bentley

Sunday, May 9, 2021

Balance of Time

Time is an allowance. It arrives in a sealed envelope delivered by an accountant. We are not permitted to open the envelope, but we’re told, “You must spend the contents of this envelope down to the final second.” 

“But how will I know …?”

“Your accountant knows and will tell you when it is all gone.”

So, we meet people and we learn things and it all takes time. We know the envelope is getting lighter, but we never know what’s left. 



Spending Patterns

We spend our time getting better at things we enjoy. We spend some in conversations, getting to know people better. We spend some in silly arguments. We spend some in confrontations for very good reasons, trying to make space for justice, fairness, or to erase ignorance. We spend some in resting and some to be entertained. We spend so much at work, trying to provide for ourselves, our families, or others. We probably spend our time a lot like we spend our money.

As we become involved in more lives and in more activities, we find that people have firm ideas about how we allocate our time. Part of it is theirs, they feel. And they guard it jealously. 

We, meanwhile, try to keep things in balance, but we learn that achieving balance is costly. Our time is finite. Each activity in our life has its own account, one which we must fill by drawing on another account. So, the balance may be all out of kilter. 

The “balance” we create is an appropriation of time that permits us the conceit of feeling in charge of our moments even as we create deficits that will later haunt us. We draw from the family account to cover expenses in the work account. After we top off our recreation accounts, we realize we no longer have strong balances in the accounts that would have allowed us to make a difference around us.

Many of us share an attitude with our government. We’ll just make more. Out of money? No problem. Print more. 

We think we can do the same. “I need to make more  time to …” The difference is that our Government tries to solve its money problems with time. We try to solve our time problems with money. We buy gadgets, supplements, organic foods, and things intended to provide security in hopes of extending our lives. Our lives aren’t ours to extend. What we have is in the envelope, the allowance with the mystery balance.


Handle with Care

It’s all in the envelope. It was delivered to us at conception, when we were totally focused on taking and survival. 


If you’re reading this, you’ve grown, aged, and your sphere of influence has vastly expanded. So have your choices. You can maintain that fetal attitude and reserve all your time for yourself, you can continue to fill the work account in hopes that your retirement account lasts as long as you do. You can divert more time to service, creating beauty, or bringing brilliant ideas to fruition. 

I’m not advocating any particular approach, but we often step back to consider our financial picture. Why not do the same with our temporal picture? It could be long overdue for adjustment. 


I’ve kept you long enough. Your envelope is that much lighter now. Think about it. I hope you make the absolute most of your time.



Thursday, February 18, 2021

A Thank-You Letter

 Local pride in a small town includes sports at every level. Parents and grandparents spend a lot of time in bleachers or along sidelines watching their favorite players being introduced to and growing through athletics. A case in point: high school girls basketball. They were great fun to watch and listen to this year. Our public high school girls made it through a tough sectional and represented us in regional semi-state competition. This letter was a thank-you to a fine group of young ladies who did a great job.

To Our Lady Hatchets,


Wow. I hope you realize just how proud we in Washington are of you. 


Change is difficult enough when we change by choice. It’s hard work. 


To be surprised by change, then respond with a new game plan, is even more difficult. It tests your character, demanding you to step into leadership and make things happen. 


There’s more. You may just want to play basketball. We ask you to go beyond that. To us, you’re not just high schoolers. You’re ambassadors representing our small town to the rest of the state. As odd as it may sound and feel, you’re also heroes. Kids in elementary and junior high school look up to you. They watch you and want to do what you do. College students and adults watch as well. As you’ve done well, we’ve renewed our pride in this community and we’ve remembered juggling studies and extra-curricular activities and shaping who we’d become. You’re in an exciting time of life.


Today, you met the challenge of change head on. You revised your strategy. You played like the remarkable team we’ve watched or listened to all year. You made our hearts race. You did things we wish we could do. Your opponent scored more points this morning, but I believe you won in more important ways and have proven things about yourselves you didn’t really know for sure.


Thank you for all your hard work and preparation. Thank you for digging deeply and rising to challenges. Thank you for your inspiration. Please be as proud of yourselves as we are of you. 


All the very best,


Dave (and probably quite a few of the people around you)