31 Friday Mar 2017
Thinner. Crisper. Earthier.
Best showcased raw or briefly cooked.
Tried it both ways. Tonight, raw, in a salad.
According to the site I read, “Wild asparagus grows elusively in nature.”
The way I first took it (I thought, redundantly), the odd word out was ‘exclusively.’
31 Friday Mar 2017
Posted in Travel
31 Friday Mar 2017
Posted in Travel
The first of many reasons I am loathe to drive in Italy:
Signs would appear to say, cycling path junction ahead: Assisi to Spoleto; Spoleto to Norcia.
No bicycles allowed.
30 Thursday Mar 2017
Posted in Education
The Italian greeting when the phone rings:
30 Thursday Mar 2017
Posted in Travel
F = 9/5(C) + 32
For today, in Spoleto, solve for C=25;
Or else, check out the atmospheric pics
Once the hung iPhone solves its problems.
30 Thursday Mar 2017
Posted in Travel
With each invitation, each gathering,
At Nove Centro, our circle ever widens.
Not that we have yet encountered anyone
Often enough to secure a firm connection.
Nor that those like us, of advancing age,
Have tools to pierce the Babel of tongues.
It’s just a sense, apart from any God-given,
Of a wider world and a growing affection.
30 Thursday Mar 2017
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These were not the tools of Reb’s trade,
Laid out before me on the extra bed.
The ones, instead, we bought at the tower
Store later (without our Italian dictionary).
30 Thursday Mar 2017
Posted in Art
Those pictures on my camera
(For technological reasons
Which I can but won’t explain)
Remain on the card in my Canon.
That imaging of words, for now,
Is all I have there to exchange
For goods in the company store:
A sad denomination of currency.
30 Thursday Mar 2017
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Awake this morning, 5:31 a.m.
Tools of the trade play on a mind
Focused, in frustration, on the web
Unavailable, in the here and now,
As I wrack said instrument for lines
That Milton penned in his invocation
To that wry Christian humanist muse.
Of a notebook, Rebecca’s drop cloths
And Inktense blocks of a color scheme,
I spy on the red cover of a spare bed,
Before I think to pull out my Canon G16
And angle myself down to sore knees
On the hard floor for a studied shot.
(Terrazza Bella, 6:19)
29 Wednesday Mar 2017
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