patchwork

    “Memory is the great deceiver.  Perhaps there are some individuals whose memories act like tape recordings, daily records of their lives complete in every detail, but I am not one of them.  My memory is a patchwork of occurrences, of discontinuous events roughly sewn together; The parts I remember, I remember precisely, whilst other sections seemed to have vanished completely.” ~ Neil…

a fragment

  “We’re so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancient stars that have burned out, are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about every day, too many new things we have to learn. New styles, new information, new technology, new terminology … But still, no matter how…

early spring impressions

..and some random ramblings Spring reminds me of an impressionist painting, as little dots of color start appearing here and there. Seems the color around me is mostly yellow at the moment, as the rabbits have eaten all my purple crocus. I wonder if the purple ones have a sweeter flavor..maybe the yellow is too tart? Been listening to an old favorite. Debussy seems…

meandering

  On a warm, sunny Sunday afternoon in the North End Boston, Massachusetts

fall like rain

Fall like rain Tore me all to pieces, nothing else remains. ~ Eric Clapton The wind and rain took down so many leaves yesterday it’s definitely starting to look more like November