We’re in Petaluma currently. It’s a lovely, funky little city about an hour north of San Francisco. At 8 in the morning we we headed out to breakfast. As we were waithing for the restaurant to open its door, this lovely coupled came up and was waiting too. It was their 40th wedding anniversary and they looked radiantly happy. Of course what they wore gave a clue that something…
I love the quiet time before the city rouses itself. No horns, no sirens, only ths soft sounds of sleep slinking off.
This a picture of some wonderful woodlands in Helen Putnam park in Petaluma, California. They speak to me of the unknown and somewhat scary year we are about to face. I hope I’m wrong but I doubt it.
This photograph was taken in the Porter Square subway station Cambridge, Mass. When the trains let out, the long escalators are filled with travelers. There is a great mural of old fashioned trains on the ceiling over the people. I very much liked the conrast between old and new modes of transportation.
I don’t know what his name is but he’s been doing his radio gig for decades now from his perch on a stone wall in Boston Common. He “broadcasts” the news at the top of his lungs as people, hurring to work, stream by. Today it was “It’s gonna rain hard at noon…the Bruins won in overtime 2 to 1 and the Celtics lost to…
The Park Street Church’s steeple from our window seems like a beacon of light attached to an island of calm. While I’m not a church goer myself I think in these troubled times, this nation desperately needs healing and organized religion has a real role to play.
It’s time for a rest. A quiet break from the frantic acrimony that grips our nation. Maybe for a while we can just sit and watch the water flow slowly by. There is a natural world that needs our love. Let’s give some time to caring for it.