Freddie Mercury: bohemian rhapsodist, stitcher of songs

Mama, I don’t want to die, I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all. ~ Freddie Mercury . There is something enduring about the Bohemian Rhapsody and it still finds a place on many of my playlists. It was on an evening during lockdown last year while I was out walking, in a singular…

Dragonflies playing dead and other baseline studies for our trip to Mars

I love the moist and humid of marshland, watching tall grasses break the surface of water, simply wondering what fish must silver the shallows or what reptile slither a shiver down the spine .. I took these photos while we walked the trail at Lobster Cove meadow and Appalachee preserves in Boothbay Harbor. They look…

Rilkean memories ~ remembering makes us who we are

A beautiful ballad called ‘Remembering’ in an expressionist musical style by Avishai Cohen and his Trio, suffuses my home while I write this, as if to underline that I reminisce a lot and today I remember Rilke. “Poems are not . . . simply emotions . . . they are experiences”,  said Rainer Maria Rilke,…

Shearing grief off a Ficus

There is this beautiful Fiddle Leaf Ficus in my home that wasn’t naturally meant to be a stand alone tree like how it’s ornamental use dictates. It is from the plant genus Ficus, of about 900 species of woody trees, shrubs, vines and epiphytes, many of which produce aerial support roots that hang from their…

A haiku-esque photo amble on a long beach …

Stratified clouds jostling for attention, a self effacing Sun, quietly forming dunes, all conspired to create the perfect sand and spray in Ocean County, New Jersey; a day that began with oysters, after a long leisurely drive that ended finally on a long stretch of beach that provoked spurts of inspired Haiku. I call it…