Archive for June, 2016
August 29, 1932 – yesterday.
“Amateur” comes from the Latin word for lover, “amator.” This spring I found a new recreation: translation. I have fallen in love with it. That doubtless I will never be very good at it is beside the point. I will always be a thick-fingered butcher when practicing the harp.
The magic thing is to have the harp.
One of my side projects is a mindfulness exercise I call Looking Straight Up, a teeny online photo-gallery. I always have a couple of cameras on me when I am out and about, more to make sure I am paying attention than to take photographs. I have found that staring straight up (and trying not to fall over) is a good way to start conversations with strangers, too.
This afternoon on my way home I was startled by this old birch, how on one side all of its branches had been shorn off, which made it seem very *haute couture*. A woman asked me, “Is there something special about this tree?” We talked for about ten minutes and then concluded, in unison, yes.
You can’t tempt fate, not really, but you can tempt order (or disorder) (or evil).