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January 13, 2016


Your photograph, I think, is going to be one of my new, all-time favorites. Along with your essay, a perfect vignette of the day.Hope your mouth recovers soon.

I love that photo too. It makes me feel very cold, though.

Yes, really wonderful, both words and photo.

How I wish I had seen this: "a cherry tree, still loaded with bright red fruits, each cluster sporting a topknot of snow".
I assume it is below Sherbrooke -- you have captured these moments so beautifully.

The cherry trees are, I submit, what there is to live for when every other prospect is bleak.

May the mouth heal swiftly and well, Beth. Sorry you have to go through all this pain again but at least there's the blessing of an efficient and good-humored dentist. You're such a fine observer of life's daily miracoes and miseries!

miracles, not miracoes (whatever those are).

Conceivably one of the ugliest photographs you have ever taken; conceivably one of the most expressive. You say it's started to snow but it must be the wet kind; good news meteorologically but not aesthetically. And what a vignette in the text; what a huge representative sequence of the life you have lived. Chuck in a Pound Canto, a passing prayer and a phone call to J ("Prepare the Martinis.") and you're there in hologram form. The master-stroke is the tiny flirtation with vanity. Great stuff.

One of greatest blessings in the world is a soothing dentist.

Mary, thank you. I'm glad you liked this photograph - I've been doing more of this sort of thing over on Instagram and it's changing the way I'm looking at things.

Thank you, Hattie, Jean, Priya, Natalie.

Peter and Jan, I agree: those cherries absolutely lifted me out of the doldrums. What a sight!

Roderick - why didn't I think to call ahead for martinis? (Maybe because I knew I'd dribble it down my numb chin, how un-elegant!) Glad you liked.

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