Tag: Thoughts

SNOW EPIPHANY

SNOW EPIPHANY

For those of you out walking this afternoon, I will miss seeing you, but I did my walk earlier than usual so as to avoid the so-called SNOW EVENT that looms over the afternoon hours. Excuse me … what exactly is a Snow Event, other than an inane use of the English language? Why not…

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BYE BYE 2020

BYE BYE 2020

I recall at the beginning of the year, a friend e-mailed an alert about how, when dating documents, one needed to use 2020 in full. It turns out altering records would be too easy if we simply used the abbreviated 0/0/20. At the time I thought, “How prissy is that? Not just another year, oh…

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WHAT LIES BE…

WHAT LIES BE…

These days it is just me and my shadow … updated and socially distanced … commuting between my chair, the fridge, and the phone. However, after much thought, I have to say it is more like … just me and my shadow group of isolation special limited edition friends and neighbors. Our bubble of shared…

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SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY

SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY

As a child, I watched my Grandmother stich and sew, employing her hands to good effect creating beautiful and useful hand work. The fruits of her labors … the quilts and pillows and aprons and tablecloths and tea towels and dresses … were woven into the fabric of my life. Some, like the tablecloths, were…

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ITS ALL IN HOW YOU LOOK AT IT

ITS ALL IN HOW YOU LOOK AT IT

Some time ago, I produced a series of paintings with images of stilt houses clustered together forming small communities banded together for support against various tidal incursions. This large work is the latest in the series. It has been in a semi-finished state for some time, and I have only now finished it. It differs…

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A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

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…

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CATCHING UP

CATCHING UP

Life seems to be catching up with me these days. It’s the aging thing.  One cannot after all, halt the advance of time, the tides of time, the march of time, the procession of time, the parade of time, or the slow-rolling-moss-covered-Godzilla of time. Whatever one chooses to call it really makes no never-mind, time…

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A MURDER OF CROWS

A MURDER OF CROWS

The day was slightly misty … a light rain had started to fall. The familiar road lead past an old farm with a wide-open field alive with a flock of crows. They looked particularly spiffy policing the grass in their little black uniforms. There is just something about a flock of crows that draws the…

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OVERWHELMED

OVERWHELMED

Lately I have felt swamped by random thoughts, and fleeting memories. They seem to drop in like Victorian matrons for afternoon tea, stay long enough to disturb the cushions on the sofa, and then leave as if loath to overstay their welcome. And I am left with only a vague memory of a thought, never…

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