Insisting. A Room. Contentment
Under the heading of Gertrude Stein’s notion that “There’s no such thing as repetition. Only insistence”. . . . I had plonked myself down on a step to put my running shoes on one morning…
View PostUnder the heading of Gertrude Stein’s notion that “There’s no such thing as repetition. Only insistence”. . . . I had plonked myself down on a step to put my running shoes on one morning…
View PostRandomVignette The Second (along with more Indiscriminate Beauty — aka more photos of last week’s foggy sunrise) It’s still dark when I ease the car into the lane behind our Vancouver condo, first perching at…
View PostYou obviously can’t have a Random Vignette without some Indiscriminate Beauty — sunrises courtesy of last week’s early mornings, fog, and an obliging seagull. . . I’ve been carrying around a few Random Vignettes over…
View PostI suppose it’s wrong to say one is ferociously comfortable — the adverb and adjective rather work against each other, don’t they? But every once in a while — once, twice a year if I’m…
View PostIn my last post, I shared some reflections on the apartments we’ve rented in Paris. I began writing this, as you might have known by my opening paragraph, right back here on our little island…
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