Quiet evening…

  Nieve came and looked at me with those inquisitive eyes of his. He climbed and settled on my lap, all the time looking into my eyes. Then, he stretched and got comfortable to doze. Soon, Kit and Spring, who were watching on the floor, followed him and settled on my side. I just let... Continue Reading →

A cat, a photograph, and memory

Gatita, 1978 I do not even remember taking this photograph of Gatita. She must have been no older than a year, then. I found it when browsing thru my archives, although I was specifically looking for photographs of her. It has been said, and written, that photographs became memories, taking over their texture, their depth.... Continue Reading →

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me? Greta Thunberg Four words, thirteen characters, said by a sixteen year old girl. Yet, those characters are at the heart of the zeitgeist of our age. No one seems to be hearing anyone else, at least in public life, if not in the privacy of our homes. The malaise of our... Continue Reading →

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