Monday, Retired. . . .
I suspect I’m not alone in finding that Monday morning continues to exert a sense of obligation, sometimes even urgency, a prodding back to busy-ness after the weekend’s changed rhythm. And I might not be…
View PostI suspect I’m not alone in finding that Monday morning continues to exert a sense of obligation, sometimes even urgency, a prodding back to busy-ness after the weekend’s changed rhythm. And I might not be…
View PostIf I tell you that sometimes when I’m awake at 3 or 4 in the morning, I think of my blog — either in general or with a particular post in mind — and am…
View PostA rainy Tuesday morning here, but I’m not complaining as the precipitation is welcome for fields, forests, streams, and reservoirs. . . I was complaining, only a few weeks ago, about the rain that accompanied…
View PostSince our first visit to Bordeaux eight years ago, I’ve been fascinated by the city’s wealth of mascarons. Apparently, there are some 3000 of these faces–the majority, perhaps, realistic, but many fantastic or comic — carved from…
View PostThank you so much for your kind and thoughtful comments, here and on Instagram. I’ve answered as best I could, and I trust you’ll understand why I haven’t answered every comment individually. I also received…
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