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Or even as our first resort… “In the last resort it is our love for people which counts for more than our love for principles.” William Gass, “The Case of the Obliging Stranger”

“The Emperor must not be told night is coming…” “The Lights Are On Everywhere” by Charles Simic “The New York Review of Books” (December 1, 2005)

Antonio López García - María - 1972

Adeline Spengler

Oh yes. I’d dearly love to inhabit a society in which my “ultra-radical leftist” concerns for a better world, and for the wellbeing of others, were considered entirely unremarkable.

'Yes or No? by William Henry Margetson, 1920

Luigi Lucioni. Estadounidense-italiano, 1900-1988. El pino entre los abedules. 1982. Óleo sobre lienzo.

Recent American history as witnessed by a French journalist She mentions that most of the resistance seen on the street thus far has come from Boomers. That may not be the case everywhere, but it corresponds with my experience. When I do see a young person I make an effort to thank them.

“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.” Pema Chödrön John Russell Autumnal Tranquility

"You’re one ride away from a good mood." Sarah Bentley Looking westward across Lake Champlain today.

Mark Langley (British Artist, b.1954) Autumn Lane 2023

We acknowledged long ago the sobering fact that Trump and his inner circle are entirely devoid of moral character, but what ought we to make of those whom we might have expected to have at least a modicum of moral backbone? I found this discussion extraordinarily insightful.

There was a brief window in history when the bicycle still felt like freedom itself — affordable, democratic, shared: before cars fully took over, before radio and television began pulling people back inside, there was the simple, physical way for friends to move through the same afternoon together.

Sean William Randall, Canadian (1965- ), Sometimes, 2015, acrylic on canvas, 91.4 x 91.4 cm, private collection

I filled out my ballot two weeks ago. Rather than trust Trump’s post office I hand-carried it to our town clerk’s office. It was a pleasant stroll, but I’d have climbed a mountain, crossed a desert, and swam a river to deliver it.

Such a beautiful allegory for friendship

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A more tranquil variation on La Folia by Gaspar Sanz (c. 1675)

My rather battered sticker remains aposite... 😔

Of the hundreds of photos shared from Japan by my brother in the past month, this is my favorite. A small girl alone on an errand. Parents nowhere to be seen, but in the care of a supportive and caring society. I want this for us.

Something I wrote in 2013 has popped into mind many times since. People, for example, bicycle past and give me a smile. They're saying, "Don't you just love this? This weather. This day. This path we're on." We bear many (too many) of our sorrows alone, but joy? Joy must be shared.

There are many ways to see the stars -- Troche

Stopping to chat with a neighbor yesterday (a prim and proper lady, if ever there was one), she asked if I liked her lawn ornament. When I replied that it was nice she asked me to come over for a closer look. ‘Twas surprising, but not shocking. This monster has pushed us all to the breaking point.

Hard ditto.

Le Pen and the riots in France. Today's cartoon by @leopoldmaurer.bsky.social. More cartoons: www.cartoonmovement.com #France #riots #LePen

The Garden Side of a Villa By Ella Rothe

"Memory bends the line into a circle, Or rather into a spiral, For we know very well That when we revisit the past, It is never quite the same." ~ Anne Stevenson

Exit from the Calor factory in Lyon at the end of the 1950s 🚲

How close can I get to the present moment?

Auguste Herbin, French (1882-1960), Le cycliste, c 1930, oil on canvas, 129.8 x 161.3 cm, Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden, Smithsonian Institution, Washington, DC, USA

Too many mailboxes later, I think I’ve finally got it. The horizontal arm swivels when the snow plow blasts it. Three winters and counting 🤞 “Perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add, but when there is no longer anything to take away…” Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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"To carry on the feelings of childhood into the powers of manhood; to combine the child's sense of wonder and novelty with the appearances which every day for perhaps forty years had rendered familiar...this is the character and privilege of genius." Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1817)

On that best portion of a good man's life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and love. William Wordsworth, "Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey" 1798 Photo by Robert Doisneau

The Bicco Bike Bus is a large group bike designed to allow one adult driver to easily transport ten children with only pedal power. Used in the Netherlands to get to school, it is an original way to offer kids fun and exercise Original post