New blogger here, please be gentle.
I will try to provide interesting photographs and
illustrations to quench even the most
voracious visual appetite.
Once, in a great while, I may even write something
you find profound, or clever or both.
In either case, thanks for
pondering and perusing.
3 • 16 • 2022
l’arte sa amore : art knows love
I’ve struggled creatively these past weeks witnessing
humans inflicting senseless pain and suffering on other humans.
I’ve also experienced incredible works of art :
Images of strollers left at a border station for fleeing families.
Airbnbs offering free lodging for refugees.
People welcoming displaced strangers into their homes.
Join this human race to commit essential acts of human kindness.
2 • 24 • 2022
My son called via computer last night.
He’d lost his cell hiking and needed me to log on to his Find Phone,
wait twenty minutes, then ping it repeatedly until he located it,
at night, in the snow, on the side of a mountain, in Alaska .
I had Alexa set a timer and watched the minutes tick slowly by . . . then clicked an icon to make a sound every ten seconds
for five minutes until his name popped on my phone.
We congratulated ourselves and disconnected.
I shook my head, sighed with relief, then received this text :
Heading back down the cliff, if you don’t hear from me
in thirty minutes, send help.
2 • 13 • 2022
Fascinating. Riveting. Life. Freaking. Changing. As we ate our lunch, she narrated the black and white film. Her slow steadfast voice transporting us to the battle. I could smell the salty air. I could see the naval land ship tanks open their metal mouths and purge jeeps onto Omaha Beach from their bellies. I could hear the screams of the soldiers as the landmines exploded next to them. I could feel the adrenaline pumping as the medics collected the injured and returned them to be triaged and treated.
Then came the nurses. Calm, confident and comforting in difficult conditions. Making treatment decisions, often with limited medical resources. Wow. Serious. War is hell wow. Talk about angels.
– A different side of Sofi :
“I WISH MY WORDS TASTED BETTER”
2 • 11 • 2022
“February. A month dedicated to love, roses and chocolate. Unless you are one of the loveless, then it’s pretty much just chocolate.
To the delight of any in category one, and the dismay of those unfortunate souls in category two, the choir at school announced we would be selling secret singing valentines.
Meaning, on the big V-Day, every class period all morning will be interrupted multiple times with bitter/sweet lyrical reminders that you are or are not in a relationship on Facebook.”
– Sofi : “I WISH MY WORDS TASTED BETTER”