19 Monday Sep 2016
We spent the better part of the morning working off our indulgences last night.
Reversing the course of yesterday’s journey, what better way to spend the day?
But to arrive back at the Palazzo Collicola as if for the first time?
18 Sunday Sep 2016
Posted in Travel
Armed with a better map this year, we are off to find the portico we’ve always missed.
Parts of the journey are familiar: past Piazza Collicola and the Hotel Charleston, for instance.
But eventually we find ourselves in unknown territory: passing through Porta S. Matteo, e.g.
And finally, the destination is in view: rather pedestrian (literally), if truth be told.
Unless, looking back, you appreciate the climb or the Duomo’s commanding presence.
17 Saturday Sep 2016
Posted in Travel
Still searching for the Goethe epigraph to these photographs.
(Rebecca promises to translate it if I can just find it again.)
Meanwhile, a few of the multiplex of pixels I have expended.
17 Saturday Sep 2016
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17 Saturday Sep 2016
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16 Friday Sep 2016
Posted in Education
At work, oddly with a search engine, on Walden.
Between me and the far hillside, a steady rain.
I read in the Gulistan, or Flower Garden, of Sheik Sadi of Shiraz, that “they asked a wise man, saying: Of the many celebrated trees which the Most High God has created lofty and umbrageous, they call none azad, or free, excepting the cypress, which bears no fruit; what mystery is there in this? He replied, Each has its appropriate produce, and appointed season, during the continuance of which it is fresh and blooming, and during their absence dry and withered; to neither of which states is the cypress exposed, being always flourishing; and of this nature are the azads, or religious independents.–Fix not thy heart on that which is transitory; for the Dijlah, or Tigris, will continue to flow through Bagdad after the race of caliphs is extinct: if thy hand has plenty, be liberal as the date tree; but if it affords nothing to give away, be an azad, or free man, like the cypress.
The word I’ve been working on, for a time, is mystery.
By now no riddle here: I just missed my 11:00 date with the iPad.
16 Friday Sep 2016
Posted in Travel
Woke up. Some time before 7:00, and I heard:
It was pouring rain. The first thing that I did
Was to change beds and climb back into sleep.
Woke up. Some time before 9:00, and I wrote.
It now is overcast, trying it would seem to stop.
The market, we both wondered, does what on a day
Like the one that drove us away with such bluster.
Will the clouds to keep uncovering. News at 11:00.
15 Thursday Sep 2016
Posted in Uncategorized
In a blind spot, on a path we travel often, sits the studio of a critically acclaimed master.
We had seen his art work before, by accident, when another exhibit in Norcia closed early.
A good thing, then, that I asked Rebecca if she wanted to stop. Who knew what we’d find?
“Stories made by stones at the seaside.” New work, inspired by the birth of his great-granddaughter Gaia.
Walking along a beach, finding found-art in the stones, is one thing–enjoyable, but not necessarily transformative.
But to attach the stones to the piece of art, coupling it with the painting it inspires, now that’s something else.
To see the stones for yourself. Then to see the artist’s rendering of what nature itself has already expressed. Amazing.
Between the stones and whatever interface kept us away from this artist before, I am grateful that it has passed.
Now, if I could only get my devices to sync up, I could move the research on Bizzarri further along.
14 Wednesday Sep 2016
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The last melone was the best:
So very sweet, and yet so firm.
Who knew we didn’t even know
That season’s end was closing fast?
Unless this strange, new orange football
Turns out to be the best of all….
13 Tuesday Sep 2016
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Or else, from Rebecca’s prospect view:
