Men marry what they need. I marry you…
From Men Marry What They Need by John Ciardi
It was a beautiful day, so we went to the Botanic Garden at Roger Williams Park. I snapped this photo inside one of the greenhouses. Everything is just starting to bloom. Can’t wait to check in again in a few weeks, see what is blooming then.
Another video from Alfa Garcia. Beautiful song.
It’s three o’clock in the morning and I can’t sleep. For some reason, I woke thinking about Guido Reni. I think I was dreaming about his painting The Archangel Michael Defeating Satan. I understand it was completed in 1635. I had the opportunity to see a very similar version by Giovanni Andrea Sirani called Michael the Archangel Overcoming Satan, which was painted some time during the same decade as Reni’s version. Reni’s version is one of my favorite paintings.
For those of you who might be fans of Reni, I’ve also included his David and Goliath (1610) and The Martyrdom of Saint Sebastian (1616).
You couldn’t make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along. Or sometimes it didn’t go away but got squeezed into something tiny, and hung like a piece of tinsel in the back of your mind.
from Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout
I always find it hard to guess the age of people in old photos. I mean, both of these men look relatively young, but then I notice the wrinkles beneath the eyes of the man on the right and he seems to have an old spirit. Maybe he was just tired. Certainly is handsome, though.
Another antique shop find.
I think I love Amazon for making this ad. The two hubbies are adorable.
I absolutely love these mustaches. And the guy on the left has such beautiful eyes. Men seemed so handsome back then - whenever this was.
I found this photo stuffed in a box of letters I was rummaging through in yet another antique shop. I don’t pay much attention to the other stuff in antique shops, but if there is a box of ephemera, I find it hard to pass by without stopping to look.
I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.
from I am the Messenger by Markus Zusak
I think I took this one in New Hampshire. We were looking at a house in the woods, a little further away from the clamor of the city, and this shed was in the back yard - completely covered with vines and branches, just waiting to collapse, it seemed.
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