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Black and White: Part 5

Since being invited to take a foray into black and white, I’ve happened upon scenes which translate well–metaphorically–into the absence of color. There has been no unifying theme, but it occurs to me that three were taken looking down at … Continue reading

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Broken Beauty (and a Blogiversary)

A little fuzzy, a bit off kilter. I chose the picture for its timing, not its content: I took it almost exactly three years ago, in the backyard of the home my husband Jim loved–the place where he lived, was … Continue reading

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Learning Curve

Last January one of my daughters shepherded me through the relatively minor technical work needed to begin this blog, giving me a nicely calendared progression of posts upon which to reflect. Recently I found on my husband’s computer the 500 … Continue reading

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Coletânea de Death Cab

The day before he lapsed into peaceful unconsciousness and died, Jim spoke to his friend Bob, who was overseeing his care at home twenty-four hours a day.  Bob and Jim had started out as physicians together, spending fifteen years as … Continue reading

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