Breathe

I realized yesterday that I am constantly just this far away (I'm holding up two fingers to show a small amount) from ripping the head off of anything that irritates me. Just this morning I have already cursed out a bar of soap and a box of tissues. Nothing good came of that. I read an article yesterday that described my state as "languishing". In fact, if someone asks me how I am, rather than saying that I'm "fine", or "doing well", I am supposed to say "Honestly, I’m languishing". I'm not sure who that is supposed to help, but there you are.

I need to breathe!

All winter, the Covid Winter, I had been trying to cope and remain creative by just trying to accept where we were and make some art. And remember to breathe through it all.

I have put together a gallery of the work here. I want you to click that now and breathe with me. There's nothing profound there. Nothing challenging. No irritating tissue boxes. Just some images that I made and that I hope will help you breathe with me.

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If you missed the link to the gallery, click here.

The Boston Walkaround

Boston can be a great walking city. Some of the sidewalks can be annoyingly narrow, but they are, at the same time, really interesting, and usually not nearly as crowded as those in many other cities. The tourist guides will usually recommend the Freedom Trail, but if you spend enough time wandering around, you are apt to find far more interesting routes and destinations.

I have lived in and around Boston my entire adult life, having gone to college there in the mid-seventies. Yes, that's as in, 70s. :-) The city has improved much since those days, especially in terms of livability, safety and cleanliness. Boston is a great place to walk around. So I like to do just that periodically, to take things in, and to photograph. I happened to hit the weather just right last Friday, which was some sort of miracle. Here are some of the highlights.

I stopped to listen to these guys because they were really good. I asked them if they were students, and where, knowing of course that they were Berklee students.  They seemed really fascinated that I had gone to Berklee and graduated in those wonderful 70s.  I left before they asked if I knew Charlie Parker :-)

What sort of amuse bouche is my owner going to bring me from DeLuca's?

One of my favorite works of the I. M. Pei firm.

Yes, on purpose :-)