“The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and beauty in the world.”
Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
“We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams. ”
I love this dreamy throwback photograph, taken on the outer banks of North Carolina circa 1960. My beautiful mother in law Mary (on the right), adored this summer refuge where her parents owned a home. She is pictured here with her best friend Dottie. When I look at their carefree expressions I can almost feel the warm breeze and the lazy days of summers past. I love her retro swimsuit too which she sewed by hand. She left us two years ago after a brief illness. At her memorial service, I met a lovely older couple who spoke of Mary (as we all did) with love and adoration. As we reminisced I couldn’t stop staring at the elegantly dressed woman who seemed so hauntingly familiar. As I held out my hand, she introduced herself as Dottie…
MY BEAUTIFUL MOTHER IN LAW (LEFT) AND BEST FRIEND. SUMMER LONG GONE 1956.
“What was any art but a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself — life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.” Willa Cather
An artist’s sketch of my sister and me at the Dublin Horse Show circa 1970’s
Sisters in real life
A caricature of my sons at Universal Studios Florida
“So come with me where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!”J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
Tomorrow be today.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Brothers then…And now…
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My older sister Anne, whose gentle hand I still feel on my shoulder. Then…And now. (Anne on left)
Our backyard tire swing. Joyous come Summer….Lonely in Winter