Happy Valentine’s Day I know the cynical amongst us are convinced that this is a holiday created to promote the greeting cards and chocolate industry; and I do not believe there is anything which I could say that will change your mind. But my memories of Valentine’s Day go back to being in grammar…
To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ The Bedroom by Vincent Van Gogh The artist has three paintings with the same name, this is the second version, housed at the Chicago Art Institute. I am drawn to the colors in this…
The Train is in Motion A year ago we were on the way to Florida. We had been trying to time our trip around birthdays. I was upset about the fact that I would be late for Christine’s birthday, but was looking forward to celebrating Joy’s in Maine. Though we were aware of covid in…
The International Holocaust Remembrance Day Holocaust MemorialByOfra Friedland There are various days, around the world, which are set aside to remember the six million Jewish people who were murdered in the Holocaust between 1933 and 1945. The International Holocaust Remembrance Day, as designated by the United Nations is January 27, the day the Soviet Army…
A Voice for the Moderates “So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for sums up the Law and the Prophets.” ~ Matthew 7:12 ~ I am a middle child. I do not think that is why I am a moderate, though I do fall in between two…
The Hawaiian Room Bear with me; this post does belong in Nature, I promise. Before going to visit my Aunt Helen, in Florida, I had not heard the term “Florida Room”. It is another way of saying solarium, sun room or sun porch; the idea of an additional living space, which helps to bring the…
An Illions Carousel I am not brave, especially when I am alone. But as I have gotten older, I have occasionally become bolder; which is how I was able to photograph this Illions Carousel. I happened to be walking through Congress Park, when I spotted the carousel just as the workers were preparing to open…
To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ Frankfurt Station by John Moore This is an oil on canvas, but to me it does not look like a painting; rather some sort of three dimensional art. I am not entirely sure why…
My Fran Mrs. Frances Hines I thought that I was finished writing obituaries. In the last ten years, I have lost too many people and had decided to stop writing about those losses; but this is different, Fran was different. Fran lived a very full life, and most people would say a long enough life,…
An Almost Perfect Snow Angel Taken during a sledding down the hill in town, in Maine. I am not sure why, but for some reason everyone seems to love making snow angels.
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