TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)


A large pine tree backlit by a cloud that is glowing from the light of the setting sun. The pine tree is a mass conical-shaped clumps of darkness that angle upwards from the unseen trunk in the middle of the tree. The edges of the tree shows more details, each branch ends in a splaying of fingers of pine needles. The cloud does not show the color in the photo as vividly as it was, it was a glowing orange color that was strong enough to show the spaces between the branches of the tree that stood between the camera and the sky.

This is the TToT. It is hosted by Josie Two Shoes who, fortunately for us, takes on the deceptively difficult task of organizing, presenting and generally riding herd on a rather eclectic bunch of blog bloggers of exceptional talent and ability. The theme is gratitude and the format is ‘a list of ten things that you realize creates, causes, incites or otherwise results in a feeling of gratitude’. Josie is the go-to, when you read these posts and, tempted to participate, come across some of the more…. uncommon views on the subject and worry that what looks like a simple linking app, all blue, friendly and harmless, is in reality a rabbit hole. Good news! It’s both. Josie will be happy to assure you that there is nothing to worry about and it’s totally Freedom Hall when it come to style of participation.

(So, come on along. The little bottles and little cakes are there, just in case you are so inclined.)


1) (totally number one) This Item, were I to follow a conventional naming protocol, could easily be: ‘the internet’ or, perhaps, ‘writing fiction’ or even ‘researching on the google’. So, there’s a little back story to the first Item this week: I’m beginning to expand on a storyline that has made an appearance in zoe’s Six Sentence Story, an effort to learn to write an old-school, noir-first-person-detective story. So, this detective, has a weakness for strip clubs. Ok, nothing groundbreaking with that, if anything, that’s as conventional as an over-full ashtray on the cluttered desk and the ditsy receptionist. I need to have a name for a strip club and, as is my practice, I went (via the google) out into the world and looked up strip clubs. I was scrolling through a list of ‘adult entertainment’ clubs and one of the writing gods smiled on me. I clicked on the link in a listing and what I read immediately claimed it’s place on this week’s TToT. The quote:

(From the Owner): “My job is to provide you with the highest level service possible. I hire only the hottest young college age girls. We also own a commercial fishing boat.”

2) Speaking of writing, don’t forget to go get caught up on ‘Home and Heart‘ (as Dorothy, a certain fantasized-fictional character might say, “I’d be ever so grateful.”)

3) Phyllis and Una


Una and Phyllis sitting on the deck, the garden just beyond and the shed among the pine trees in the back. Phyllis is sitting on the edge of the deck in the immediate (center-left) bottom of the photo. The deck shows, in very light brown, maybe even beige color as three sides of a square. There is a simple bench running along the nearest two sides of the deck. It starts to Phyllis’ left (she is sitting on a step, so the bench is at her shoulder level.) The bench runs to a corner and does a ninety degree left angle along the far edge of the deck. At that ninety degree corner sits Una. She is facing the same direction as Phyllis (to our right) but Phyllis has her head turned to look at Una and Una is looking straight ahead. A nearly black right triangle of a dog. forelegs are light brown, her mouth is slightly open, showing pink, edged in serrated white.

4) the (sometimes) fun of being a clark ( Taking advantage of the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules, I will cite SR 7.2 [subchap: g] which, in part states: “when writing about a subjective experience that coincides with a concrete, physical and ‘real-as-rocks’ activity, one that perforce involves photos, it is allowable to separately itemize the photos, the activity and the subjective event, provided the person writing the TToT had the foresight to use a word as everyday as ‘perforce’.” end citation )

5) Photos from Friday June 23, 2016   ‘The Challenge’ ‘The Path’ ‘The Solution’ (the history of humankind in three photos)


‘Light Brown on browner with patches of not-brown’ There are two important (to the story) items in this photo: a glove and an egg-shaped stone. The glove is palm-side up with the thumb on the left. it is longer than the average glove, extending up (the arm) a length equal to the length of wrist-to-fingertip. It is of a worn-reddish color which is varied, both to the lighting and to the condition of the material, which is a heavy, rough leather. The fingers and thumbs are broad and squared-off at the tips, not likely to be helpful if performing brain surgery. They (the gloves) are, in fact, intended to provide protection to a person using welding equipment. An unavoidable byproduct of welding are tiny sparks through every which way. They really hurt when hitting un-protected skin. The egg-shaped stones is an interesting object and the focus of this Item.


Looking Homeward from the woods. The light and shadows cover the lower half of the photo and, together point towards the house. The ground is brown with shadows and light that do nothing to make it less brown looking. Even though the house itself is mostly brown (with dark vertical rectangles, outlined in white that show the windows along the top half) the background above the house shows blue, even though the green pine trees rise through the top of the picture, telephone pole straight, with drooping green arms of branches. The house looks farther away than it is.



6) Activity and subjective overlay: so, yesterday I went home for lunch.* In my line of work, I’m able to do that most days. I also have the pleasure of getting Una her lunch (she has three meals a day, which is only civilized). At this time of year, my most-likely-to-suceed efforts at physical exercise is to go into the woods and move things around, i.e. deadfall, broken limbs, overgrown vines. It’s all about breaking a sweat. Yesterday, as I was about to move a small pine tree, I stubbed my foot on a rock. (For those not familiar with pine woods, the ground is pretty much a layer of pine needles on top of a tough root-mat and then gravel soil.) I looked down at the rock, which was kinda dome-shaped and a light patina of lichen. For whatever reason, I pushed it with one foot. Didn’t budge. I then scraped around the edges of the rock with my heel and pushed it… nothin. (Astute Readers of the Doctrine will be thinking, personal pronouns be damned, that sign post says, ‘Y Chromia’ clear as day.)  OK now I’m interested. I crouched down and, using a finger, cleared the pine needles from the edges of the rock. (The gloves in photo 1 are welders gloves, very thick leather, we use them for tending the wood stove. They are big and thick and impervious enough to allow me to go digging in middle of the woods. Would not have even started with lesser, cloth gloves. Multi-legged creatures, ya know.) Still no motion. I reached for a stick and started scraping the dirt. No sign of the inward curve that would indicate I was getting to the bottom of the rock. I stopped for a second and thought, ‘The Tommyknockers”** laughed to/at myself and kept digging. Then things started to get weird. (lol) My digging stick broke and I muttered to myself , “My &*$(&# digging stick broke! I need a stronger digging stick.” This is the border line, this is where I could have stopped and walked the 200 feet back to the house, had lunch and gone back to the challenging world of real estate brokerage. But, I did not. Why, you ask? I’m a clark. (New Readers: this would be good time to go into this blog and look up the Wakefield Doctrine and it’s three ‘personality types’.) I looked at the rock stuck in the ground, like a soft-boiled egg held in a cup made of wheat toast, and looked up towards the house (photo Number 2) and it dawned on me that I had to get this rock, to that house, without using any tools that I did not fashion from the surrounding forest. I kept digging. I had to use a thick branch as a lever to break the roots that surrounded and effectively tied the rock to the earth. Eventually I dug below the bottom of the rock. I knelt in the pine needles, roots and gravel and, using both hands, pulled the rock free from the earth. After a moment of gratitude and paleolithic celebration, I realized that this egg-shaped rock was way, way too heavy for me to carry back to the house! Between disturbingly jagged breaths, I muttered (no one anywhere near me), ‘Must invent better tools!’ And so, a clark, I accepted the challenge of reinventing technology. I found a pine branch with a thick enough cluster of limbs to act as a sledge (yeah, I know! but the fabric of my shirt was way too thin) and rolled the rock out of the hole, onto the end of my makeshift travois and I pulled it towards the house.

7) the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules) is a perennial listing on my TToTs not simply because it can be so useful/helpful, but because it is one of the elements (to this bloghop) that helps take the pressure off the participant when confronted with the inevitable set of rules shaping the theme of a blog hop. (It might be better to use the word ‘guidelines’, but the intent should be clear. Everything, (almost everything), requires a description (of what it is, how it work, what procedure is best utilized to receive maximum benefit), and the TToT is no exception. The theme is gratitude, (the witnessing of, the experience eliciting the emotion etc) and the customary format (for this particular blophop) is Ten Items. So, rules…kinda. The beauty of the BoSR/SBoR is that it allows and invites, (and some might say, encourages), participants to get creative with everything, including the ‘Rules’. Like I say, fun.

8) tbd (and to respond to any questions about Item Six  no, zoe, I did not make it to inventing the wheel! I had a showing that I’d be late for if I didn’t stop the march of progress when I did!) lol

9) The stone has found it’s place.





10) SR 1.3


Click on this and be taken to the ‘hop. Read, write and enjoy.

* a backup Grat

** Stephen King


clarkscottroger About clarkscottroger
Well, what exactly do you want to know? Whether I am a clark or a scott or roger? If you have to ask, then you need to keep reading the Posts for two reasons: a)to get a clear enough understanding to be able to make the determination of which type I am and 2) to realize that by definition I am all three.* *which is true for you as well, all three...but mostly one


  1. Yeah, #9!
    Of course they also own a commercial fishing boat lol
    clarks on a quest. Once fixated on an idea or the idea of an idea….no being “practical” until we’ve investigated and satisfied ourselves that we’ve done enough. Or achieved our objective.

    So, where’s the people? On vacation? At the beach? I’m not. Yet. One more week….

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      why the hell not, nothing says strip club owners shouldn’t wisely diversify

  2. You make the TToT fun, Clark! It looks like most of us are doing the laid-back summer weekend thing this week, my post is started, but may not get finished until tomorrow. We’ll see.

    I am totally in agreement that the flexible nature of the “rules” for our TToT is what makes it an enjoyable exercise rather than a chore to complete begrudgingly. I think it’s far more important to reflect on gratitude than to stress about numbers, content and style. When a person is happy for the most part with what they have and what’s happening in their life, then the challenge has been met!

    Your initial photo is truly glorious! I love the billowing cloud behind the sun-gilded tree. So much for the eye to take in!

    The line from the strip club owner is classic… and is the perfect lead in for a story!

    Your house and deck look so comfortable and welcoming, like they just grew there in the woods!

    I smiled knowingly as I “watched” you struggle, determined to get to the bottom of that rock and haul it home without going back for conventional tools.. and you did it! It’s actually a very cool rock that had to take some time and effort to unearth, and I like where you’ve placed it, a kind of showpiece with it’s own wood pedestal! I have to wonder if Phyllis watches out the window and shakes her head as Clark comes up the path dragging a branch with a large rock atop. I suspect she just smiles.

    Have an awesome week ahead, may you always view life through the lens of thankful!

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      As it should be, J. It’s that creativity-encouraged-here thats the difference between ‘work’ and simple enjoyment. The rock project was fun. It’s also a very real reminder/illustration of the principle of reality (of the moment) has so much more available if we are willing to let down our guard. lol

  3. phyllis says:

    I agree that #9 is the most interesting especially for a Roger who anthropomorphizes. I wonder how long the rock was waiting for its rightful place in the universe. I am glad that you could perform this important task.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      As soon as I walked past it (the stump) for the 12,989th time I realized that it was a most excellent place for the rock.

  4. Pat B says:

    When I first saw the top photo I thought there was a fire in the distance behind the tree. That is a great photo.
    I do think you are pretty good friends with your rock after taking that long walk together. LOL You got your exercise that day. So do you see a face in that rock? If you stare at it long enough you might. :-)

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      lol yeah, one tends to grow close when engaged in a common, strenuous effort. That section of the yard now has a proper balance.

  5. I am completely stuck on your woods. I would love love love to have woods so close to my home. What a cool thing.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      They are fun to have and I’m grateful that they’re pines, even if they are always falling over (as the largish one in some of the photos) we probably have built more brush piles throughout the woods than our fauna can use. lol

  6. Sageleaf says:

    That rock! LOL. It has a special place at the WD, now! Do we designate it a clark, scott, or roger? Hmm…given it’s compliance to “showing” itself, I’d say it was a scott.
    Totally cool house and deck. I would buy it, too. LOL
    Looking forward to seeing it soon. :)
    And that first item on the list cracks me up. Oh the things that authors have to search for…

  7. herheadache says:

    Clark VS The Rock. What a story, an epic tale. Love it. I can’t believe I missed this at the time of posting. Been busy. Catching up. Still planning on including your photo descriptions in one of my TToT posts because I am so thankful you put so much thought into them.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      hey Kerry! the rock has turned out to be a fun tale and, now in it’s place, a favorite ‘object’. I did not, for reasons relating, I suspect, to expending more energy in the process of moving the rock than normal in the time leading up to a TToT. Will rectify that this weekend.
      Preview of this week’s TToT: Rock and it’s place in the world. Bridge reconstruction (in process) and Visitors from the Virtual World! (photos to follow)