Sunday promises to be a fine day. There is sunshine, and spring flowers are in full bloom. Nature is a matter of cause and effect, that is — to the extent that our faculties of perception and our abilities to describe find traction. I am reminded of just how much our naked perception misses,…
Saturday before Easter Sunday: The buttercups are up! A glorious resurrection all around. No one is excluded, nothing incredulous, no tall tale that beggars common sense… This splendid denouement, shades of yellow in every yard, along the roadside… We’re all born again! Centerfield by the great John Fogerty is perfect for today. Put me…
Joliet is a town, a small river town west of Chicago. In 1673, Louis Jolliet, along with Father Jacques Marquette, paddled up the Des Plaines River. The name reminds one of the history, what I mean is the indigenous people who once lived here, the Illinois native Americans, and the European French explorer for…
Intrigued with the exhibit of AI art on display at Waterstreet Studios I returned on Saturday morning to have a measured look at the pieces offered for appreciation. I took my time, pausing before each work to absorb movement offered by the artist. A few photographs were taken. Artificial Intelligence is in it’s infancy. …
And now? I account for myself clearly. The project that I put in writing, this book was a frightful challenge. Could I have succeeded? Really? It is apparently a failure; this book resembles tanks abandoned in their essence and through combat, half destroyed in a field. It is…
We visited the Cosley Zoo yesterday. Cosley Zoo is a small zoo in Wheaton, Illinois, scaled for toddlers and older children. At the zoo you get a close-up look at animals, wild and domestic. The visit was greatly enjoyed. Our grand daughter certainly will remember for many years the animals which are cared for,…
Wednesday mid-morning, the intersection of State and 3rd is washed in sunlight. It is 45 degrees F. Will grass be green in a day or so? Today, a late start on my daily writing effort. Why is that? Yesterday, bedtime I noticed that the insulin pump which I wear — no longer communicates with…
A winter view of marshland, dormant tall grass, is the norm for this time of year. A friend invited me to join him at the Orchid Show at the Chicago Botanic Society. Both of us are photo buffs. How could I not take the opportunity? Perhaps I should not confess my indifference to the…
Didn’t post yesterday. Rare circumstances on occasion are more important than having something to say. Failing to add more words here causes no tremor in the fabric of the cosmos… The challenge of finding some good words to describe an emotional response, or to express an idea received from a writer more worthy than…
LITTLE GIDDING by T. S. Eliot (No. 4 of ‘Four Quartets’) I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire, The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches, In windless cold that…
