Ghostly images appear before me as I walk. The sidewalk is imprinted with silhouettes of fallen leaves … like small hands waving goodbye. … each one a reminder of the times we shared, and the blessing of living each day amidst such beauty. With every season Mother Nature, so gracious and forgiving, shares her leaves…
Oy gevalt! Please save me from my fantasy life. Much as I might wish it to be possible, there really is no way I shall ever be mistaken for a sophisticated world traveler sitting at ease in a sidewalk café in Firenze conversing in fluent Italian with passers-by. For one thing, I shall never again…
We idled, imprisoned in traffic on an anonymous stretch of expressway. Expressway is an oxymoron if ever there was one. The vista before us was a dystopian sea of rear ends, SUVs, sedans, eighteen wheelers, box trucks, and the rippling puckered air of exhaust fumes. At three o’clock in the afternoon we had run into…
My understanding is that when one practices the art of meditation while in the woods, stretched out on a bed of moss, one is Forest Bathing. Apparently, the sense of peace is quite profound. I am sure it is an amazing experience. However, as I am having more and more difficulty getting up from a…
I took this photo years ago while in Maine. I have kept it along with a few other special images that show up whenever I go into my photo gallery. Mostly I transfer new photos out of the gallery into storage files, and see them again only when I go searching. So, why keep this particular…
I decided to share this image from a series that I did a few years ago. I was doing an inventory of my portfolio and realized how apropos this piece is in our current circumstances. Certainly, we are living in precarious times. On the edge of an abyss of fear and anxiety, we mourn the…
Here are we all, in the midst of a world of chaos. Living with the unknown, with no view of what lies ahead. Like still water our current existence reflects only what is visible in the present. However, if we look under the boardwalk, where the shadows allow us to see below the surface, we…
Years ago, I clipped this Calvin and Hobbs cartoon, and had it pinned to the wall by my desk next to a quote attributed to somebody … maybe Eddie Cantor … about how it took him forty years to become an overnight success. I consider this particular cartoon a truly classic clipping. My mother was…
For you dog people this really has nothing to do with the feline that wanders through your neighborhood driving your canine protector crazy by sitting all smug and in-your-face just out of reach on a fencepost or tree branch. This is more about the actual word CAT and how it randomly appears in our language.…
I could use a little help here! I’m not sure how it happened, but I suddenly find myself in the midst of Christmas. There are only ten days left until after Christmas. Yoicks! How could this happen? Where was I when the memo went out? In the past, I could rely on seeing Christmas decorations…