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Sunlight and Shadow
Winslow Homer

I knew there was a picture I associated with the Win Scott poem I read at my mother's funeral:

I want to show you a young girl in an orchard
Face down to a book, hair fallen forward,
The May apples' shift of white and green
Lifted around her, sun let out and in,
Such a day as you remember for unnameable
Fragrance and the long slow sound of it all,
As though it were the unopened heart of summer
Somehow known. The girl is at its center.
She is out of herself into the book,
And she and the book and the day together make
A page that holds the sun, and may be so
Forever but that of course I cannot show you
Or know myself. But I can look as long
As I grow older, and none of this will move or change.

Winfield Townley Scott
Go My Little Tragedy, XVIII

Ah...

Do not despair, gentle reader. I have not abandoned you. I'm merely temporarily incapacitated by one of the most intractably god-awful internet providers on the planet. But I will return!

Now Here's a Good Question...

Was the Social Security Money “Borrowed” or “Stolen”?

Little dreams...

“Our entire language is made up of short little dreams; and the delightful thing about it is that we sometimes fashion from them thoughts that are strangely exact and wonderfully reasonable.”

Paul Valéry, “On Myths and Mythology”
Thanks to coisas do arco da velha & invisible stories

Vespa mythos...

I Remember this...

This is how my mother thought "proper little boys" should dress. She had this very pattern, and I was duly sent to Green Street Elementary School in Annapolis, kitted like the lad on the right. Yikes! No wonder I'm confused!

Lots of Pictures!

Freshly uploaded, recent scans of Donald's innumerable pocket-sized prints of the family stay in Sweden, 1957-58. Cute kids, vintage Stockholm, Vespas, odd cars, trolleys, and a rare selection of Hugo's first photos, mostly of Scout Camp and adventures with Lisa & friend, exploring an almost car-free Stockholm, during the Suez Crisis. Click the Lucia Trio above, or here.

(In case you didn't get it - that's me in the charming pajamas, Lisa on the brink of immolation, and Gordon with his thumb in his mouth)