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A friend gave me this little plant--Epimedium--some years ago. It blooms in my garden quietly each spring.
I have been weeks away from this man. I met him when Sheree and I were in Rhode Island. He was standing at the top of an escalator, pointing a camera at us.
I grew to love him in the period of four days. I grew to love him like a true friend.
Let me tell you a little about Brian. I tread carefully, because I don't want to betray any confidences. But Brian is utterly devoted to his wife Gina...which speaks volumes to me. It simply means that we understand each other...and the core values that rule our hearts.
Brian has undergone a (an?) horrific disease. It has cost him all senses of taste. But he can still smell and when he smells he remembers the way it used to taste and he is content with that. When he packed a lunch for Sheree and me on the train, he included a note. I never even got notes in my lunchbox from my mother.
I loved talking to him and I loved hearing what he thought about everything from the burial of Ted Kennedy to the plight of street people. Frankly, I miss him.
I think of Gina calling him to the computer, to read to him these things. I can see the room in my mind's eye. I know it well.
It makes me smile because I know as he hears them that our friendship is cemented. Brian: I think of you often. And I miss you. So there.
Here he is standing looking out at the ocean. I wonder what he is thinking.
I promised not to show his face...but I think this image shows the heart of my friend in Rhode Island.
Even after all these days, the impression he has left on my heart is as indelible as ink. I look forward to sitting quietly with you again, Brian, sipping a beer and listening to our wives talking happily together upstairs...and knowing all is well in their worlds.
He doesn't photograph stuff...but he helps those of us who do. So say hello to a hero of mine. His name is Brian.
Be well, dear friend.
O dia pode ter sido cansativo ao ponto de não sentir o corpo e a cabeça pode doer tanto ao ponto de não conseguir escutar o pensamento.
O dia pode estar chuvoso e não me apetecer mais nada que não seja ficar na cama, no silêncio e no escuro.
O dia pode ser tão triste que me faça chorar nas almofadas e aninhar-me no sofá.
O dia é o dia-a-dia contigo.
Porque quando estou cansada queres brincar.
Porque quando o dia está chuvoso fazes-me sair da cama.
Porque quando estou triste aninhas-te comigo.
Porque és um amigo para o dia-a-dia e para a vida. Porque és o meu melhor amigo.
Definitely the best vegan donuts I have ever had...their vegan nutella and custard was out of this world...a close second would be Voodoo Doughnuts but there are more vegan options there and the donuts are named after bands, which is super cool. Highly recommended if you are in Los Angeles!
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Here's a shot of my old place at 814 Gregg Street. You can find another shot of this corner on this web site. A friend posed for me one night, but it's been so long, I can't remember who. I think it was perhaps Elise Knox, but I'm not sure. I notice that one of the LP's on the floor is from the old Angel label (via EMI), when they came in plain, brown wrappers. One of the books is THE ARMADA by Mattingly. There's also a small, black radio visible. I used to listen to WRR-FM on this. That's the Dallas, Texas classical station. The radio wasn't very good, and it would pick up interference from air traffic right in the middle of your favorite symphony or concerto. The vent on the wall is for a very old gas heater that still worked. I rented this half of a duplex from the Morrison family, 1975-1987, and they were wonderful landlords. I like to think of the chair she's sitting in as my "Captain Kirk" Chair. had a lot of fun reading Stephen King novels in that chair. Sadly, it came apart, never to join Starfleet again. The black cylinder by the stereo is a preener, a cloth covered device for cleaning LP's. LP's attract dirt by their very nature. Never use record sprays or anything that might leave a residue on your LP's. There's a YEHUDI MENUIN MUSIC GUIDE on the floor by her feet. I reviewed this for the local paper, the DENTON RECORD-CHRONICLE.
wrote that terrific testimonial for me !Thank you my dear friend ! I've been honoured as well as spoilt ! :))
This Mandarin Drake was seen at the Los Angeles County Arboretum. He seems to be all alone and unable to make friends with the Mallards - he desperately needs a friend !
This sweet little dog is a canine companion to a friend of mine - he has a curiously human-like face at times.
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Greta came over from the other barn with Napoleon and although there is another horse at the new barn, these two are sticking together!