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March 2003
Sunday 30
With All Your Heart. This was the sermon's title in church today. From the Hebrew Scripture, we read Numbers 21:4-9:
And they journeyed from mount Hor by the way of the Red sea, to compass the land of Edom: and the soul of the people was much discouraged because of the way.
5 And the people spake against God, and against Moses, Wherefore have ye brought us up out of Egypt to die in the wilderness? for there is no bread, neither is there any water; and our soul loatheth this light bread.
6 And the LORD sent fiery serpents among the people, and they bit the people; and much people of Israel died.
7 Therefore the people came to Moses, and said, We have sinned, for we have spoken against the LORD, and against thee; pray unto the LORD, that he take away the serpents from us. And Moses prayed for the people.
8 And the LORD said unto Moses, Make thee a fiery serpent, and set it upon a pole: and it shall come to pass, that every one that is bitten, when he looketh upon it, shall live.
9 And Moses made a serpent of brass, and put it upon a pole, and it came to pass, that if a serpent had bitten any man, when he beheld the serpent of brass, he lived.And the Gospel Lesson was Luke 10:25-37:
Just then a lawyer stood up to test Jesus. "Teacher," he said, "what must I do to inherit eternal life?" 26 He said to him, "What is written in the law? What do you read there?" 27 He answered, "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor as yourself." 28 And he said to him, "You have given the right answer; do this, and you will live." 29 But wanting to justify himself, he asked Jesus, "And who is my neighbor?" 30 Jesus replied, "A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell into the hands of robbers, who stripped him, beat him, and went away, leaving him half dead. 31 Now by chance a priest was going down that road; and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. 32 So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33 But a Samaritan while traveling came near him; and when he saw him, he was moved with pity. 34 He went to him and bandaged his wounds, having poured oil and wine on them. Then he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. 35 The next day he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, 'Take care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend.' 36 Which of these three, do you think, was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?" 37 He said, "The one who showed him mercy." Jesus said to him, "Go and do likewise."
The minister re-read the Hebrew Scripture and then said "We spend so much time developing our mind, but not our heart. We don't cultivate it and nourish it. How do we come to that quiet place in our heart, listen to the beating that is in our heart?" He suggested we make time every day to meditate, to sit quietly, to breathe slowly, loving our selves, casting out our fears, searching in our heart for the love and light that resides within. He said, "love your neighbor as your self; love your self as your neighbor."
Saturday 29
The Anxiety of the Goalie at the Penalty Kick and the Goatee. Spring and the soccer fields at the Oxbow in Northampton flood. I drove there today after a doctor's appointment to take a few photos. I found this to be the most interesting.
Earlier in the day, I decided to shave off my goatee (when I started growing it I thought I would be one of few men who had one, but as I discovered it seemed every where I looked I saw a goatee); let's call it Spring Cleaning.
Friday 28
Pain. The kidney stone(s) hurt.
Thursday 27.
I Call the Doctor. He suggest I continue to drink alot of water, take a pain-killer and come back in two weeks for further tests.
Wednesday 26
Two Items of Note. Mitsu receives the following written by Arthur Schlesinger from his mother:
...the strategic doctrine of containment and deterrence that led us to peaceful victory during the Cold War has been replaced by the Bush Doctrine of preventive war. The president has adopted a policy of "anticipatory self-defense" that is alarmingly similar to the policy that imperial Japan employed at Pearl Harbor on a date which, as an earlier American president said it would, lives in infamy.Franklin D. Roosevelt was right, but today it is we Americans who live in infamy. The global wave of sympathy that engulfed the United States after 9/11 has given way to a global wave of hatred of American arrogance and militarism. Public opinion polls in friendly countries regard George W. Bush as a greater threat to peace than Saddam Hussein. Demonstrations around the planet, instead of denouncing the vicious rule of the Iraqi president, assail the United States on a daily basis.
....As John Quincy Adams warned on July 4, 1821, the fundamental maxims of our policy "would insensibly change from liberty to force ... [America] might become the dictatress of the world. She would no longer be the ruler of her own spirit."
....America as the world's self-appointed judge, jury and executioner? "We must face the fact," President John F. Kennedy once said, "that the United States is neither omnipotent nor omniscient -- that we are only 6% of the world's population -- that we cannot impose our will upon the other 94% of mankind -- that we cannot right every wrong or reverse each adversity -- and that therefore there cannot be an American solution to every world problem."
And Laura asks What could you buy with $75 billion?
The cost of a war in Iraq has been estimated by the Bush administration at:
$75,000,000,000.00. But what does this figure really mean? I've investigated what $75B could buy in 2003.
Here is a short list:
(1) Free health care for 50,000,000 people in the developed nations (based on current per-capita expenditures in Canada)
(2) Adequate basic health care for 5,122,950,820 people in developing nations. (based on estimates by Dr Lieve Fransen in 1997 and with 2% inflation incorporated)
(3) All undergraduate expenses (tuition and living) in America for:
- 2,709,831 private university students (4,104,416 tuition only)
- 5,840,667 4-year public university students (18,377,849 tuition only)
- 7,171,543 community college students (43,227,666 tuition only)
[source]
(4) 375,000,000 "Simputers" (cost-effective computers for developing nations)
[source]
(5) At least a 17% rise in income for each of the 1.2 billion people estimated to be living on less than one dollar a day.
(6) Habitat for Humanity homes for:
1,875,000 families in America
2,939,332 families in Hungary
3,018,959 families in Romania
29,469,548 families in the Democratic Republic of Congo
30,788,177 families in Sri Lanka
32,552,083 families in Papua New Guinea
35,714,286 families in Guatamala
41,829,336 families in India[source]
(7) 112,570,356,500 cans of Budweiser beer
(8) 441,176,470,600 handgun bullets ($0.17/each)
(9) 75,000 Tomahawk cruise missiles
(10) 37 B-2 Sprit stealth bombers (plus change for 22 F-117 Nighthawk stealth fighters and 10 Joe Millionaires)
(11) 46,875,000,000 gallons of unleaded gasoline (Ohio, March 2003, USA)
(12) 2,616,887,648 barrels of crude oil (March 24, 2003)
(13) Hiring 688,206 top-notch U.N. weapons inspectors for a year.[source]
SOME OTHER CALCULATIONS FROM CLAMOR READERS: Drop us a line with your calculation and sources.(14) The average grocery bill (year 2000 data) for 14,540,520 US families.
(15 ) 40,816,326,530 free school lunches under the national school lunch program
[source]
(16) 937,500,000 pairs of white doves [source], 625,104,184 dozen white roses [source] or 2142857142 pieces of dog shit, with shipping to Iraq [source]
(17) If everyone on earth were to have access to safe drinking water and sanitation facilities by 2025, it would cost an additional $75 billion a year. [source]Tuesday 25
Stones. As in Kidney Stones;
The kidneys are the master chemists of the body. Normally, there are two of them, one on either side of the spine under the lower ribs. They are reddish brown in colour and shaped like kidney beans. Each kidney is about the size of your clenched fist.
The urinary system is made up of the kidneys, the ureters, the bladder, and the urethra. Each plays an important role in helping your body to eliminate waste products in the form of urine. The main job of the kidneys is to remove wastes from the blood and return the cleaned blood back to the body. The ureters carry the waste products, as urine, from the kidneys to the bladder. Urine is stored in the bladder until you urinate. It passes out of the body through a tube called the urethra.
A kidney stone can develop when certain chemicals in your urine form crystals that stick together. The crystals may grow into a stone ranging in size from a grain of sand to a golf ball. Small stones can pass through the urinary system without causing problems. However, larger stones might block the flow of urine or irritate the lining of the urinary tract.
Most stones form in the kidney. Some travel to the ureter or bladder.
Most stones (70 to 80 percent) contain mainly calcium oxalate crystals. A smaller number are uric acid stones or cystine stones.Normally, urine contains chemicals which prevent crystals from forming. However, some people seem to be more prone to kidney stones than others.
If you are prone to kidney stones, there are several factors which contribute to their formation:
Recurrent urinary tract infections Drinking too little fluid Blockage of the urinary tract Limited activity for several weeks or more Consuming too much calcium oxalate or uric acid in your diet Consuming too much Vitamin C or D Certain medications Certain metabolic diseases
Sometimes, stones can also develop if you have a persistent kidney infection.
- Severe pain that usually starts suddenly in the small of the back under the ribs or in the lower abdomen, and which may move to the groin; the pain may last for minutes or hours, followed by periods of relief.
- Blood in the urine
- Nausea and vomiting
If you have a urinary tract infection, you may also experience:
- Burning during urination and the urge to urinate frequently
- Cloudy or foul-smelling urine
- Fever, chills and weakness
Most small stones pass through your body by themselves within hours or a few days. To help this process, your doctor will advise you to drink a lot of fluids and follow a special diet.
Medication may also be prescribed. Certain types of stones can be dissolved using medication. However, the most common stones (those containing calcium) cannot be dissolved.
Stones that do not pass by themselves are treated with Extra-corporeal Shock Wave Lithotripsy (ESWL). This treatment is a non-surgical technique which uses high energy shock waves to break the stones into small fragments (about the size of grains of sand). You can then pass them when you urinate during the next few weeks. This treatment is successfully used in many cases where the stones are less than two centimetres in size.
When stones are larger than two centimetres, a surgical procedure is often needed.
The stones that you pass at home and those which are surgically removed should be sent to a laboratory for analysis.Monday 24
Art Mail. In today's mail I found "La Luna," Volume I, Issue I from the amazing
meinoel, A Card and a Work of Art from the creative
Why History?
Sunday 23
Rivers. I am going to start a new series of photos; rivers, inspired by a sermon I heard today in church. And I am going to participate in this:
So I had this idea: I'd like to start a sort of weekly digest called Our Weekly Shot of Inspiration. Here's how it would work: every member would have to find one item of good news, be it political, social, personal (kitty gets saved from flood, etc), whatever, or even just a beautiful image or quote, anything positive, each week before Sunday. You'd send it to me, and I'd compile them each Sunday night and send it out to everyone. We are bombarded with bad news, so it would be nice to start the week with a big helping of good schtuff, don't you think? Anyone interested, PLEASE email me, I really want to get this going. asphodel_4@yahoo.com Saturday 22
The Bears ARE Back. Updating the website today and OH MY GOD---the bears came back.
Friday 21
Bach and The Three Bears. Today is J.S.Bach's birthday and maybe it is the music on the classical radio station (all Bach all day) that brings the three bears to Birch Lane or maybe it is the birdseed in our yard; maybe it is both.
The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid;
and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them.
And the cow and the bear shall feed; their young ones shall lie down together: and the lion shall eat straw like the ox.
And the sucking child shall play on the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the cockatrice’ den.
They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain: for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the LORD, as the waters cover the sea.
~~Isaiah 11: 6-9
Thursday 20
Carl. I was waiting to get my hair cut today and Carl came walking past me, stopped and sat down and started to play a few songs for me. He said I should take mandolin lessons. And he said it is easier (and less frustrating) to learn an 8-string instrument if you take off every other string off.
Wednesday 19
Where is Raed? A blog from Iraq.
Tuesday 18
Where I Begin. The title of a wonderful book of poems by Michelle Aguirre Dimapasoc, a 19-year-old Filipino-American writer.
Monday 17
Brother's Keeper.
"Cain said to Abel his brother,
'Let us go out to the field.'
And when they were in the field,
Cain rose up against his brother Abel and killed him.
Then the Lord said to Cain,
'Where is Abel your brother?
' He said, 'I do not know,
am I my brother's keeper?'
And the Lord said,
'What have you done?
The voice of your brother's blood is crying to me from the ground.'"
Sunday 16
Time Well Spent.
Saturday 15
Research & Design.
Friday 14
A Box of Photos.
Thursday 13
A Palpable Elysium.
Wednesday 12
Proverbs of Ashes. I am reading a book for Lent. An excerpt
Tuesday 11
The Pain of Others. In a review in today's New York Times entitled, "A Writer Who Begs to Differ . . . With Herself,"
Michiko Kakutani writes:
Throughout her long career Susan Sontag has remained preoccupied with certain enduring themes — most notably the relationship between the ethical and the aesthetic and the meaning of the modern — but her work and thought have been subject to a constant process of revision. For instance, she famously argued in "Against Interpretation" (1966) that style trumps content, but in the years since, she has grown increasingly aware of the pitfalls of adhering to a purely aesthetic view of the world.
In 1965 she celebrated Leni Riefenstahl's Nazi films "The Triumph of the Will" and "Olympiad" as masterpieces that "transcend the categories of propaganda or even reportage," thanks to their projection of "the complex movements of intelligence and grace and sensuousness." In a 1980 book she contested this notion, writing that "Triumph of the Will" was "a film whose very conception negates the possibility of the filmmaker's having an aesthetic conception independent of propaganda."
Now in her latest book, "Regarding the Pain of Others," Ms. Sontag reappraises many of the opinions she laid out in her well known 1977 book "On Photography." That earlier volume gave us a searing indictment of photography, arguing that it limits "experience to a search for the photogenic, by converting experience into an image, a souvenir."
"Although the camera is an observation station," she wrote, "the act of photographing is more than passive observing. Like sexual voyeurism, it is a way of at least tacitly, often explicitly, encouraging whatever is going on to keep on happening. To take a picture is to have an interest in things as they are, in the status quo remaining unchanged (at least for as long as it takes to get a `good' picture), to be in complicity with whatever makes a subject interesting, worth photographing — including, when that is the interest, another person's pain or misfortune."
"Regarding the Pain of Others," which focuses on how we look at photographs of calamities and the moral implications of such observation, is a much more nuanced — even ambivalent — book. A revisionistic coda of sorts to "On Photography," it is essentially an internal dialogue between Ms. Sontag and herself, which makes for dense, sometimes vexing reading, especially for anyone not interested in the evolution of her thinking.
Throughout this slender volume Ms. Sontag refutes or qualifies assertions made in "On Photography." In that earlier book she argued that "images anesthetize," that "photographed images of suffering" can corrupt "conscience and the ability to be compassionate" by making terrible events seem less real: "At the time of the first photographs of the Nazi camps, there was nothing banal about these images. After 30 years, a saturation point may have been reached. In these last decades, `concerned' photography has done at least as much to deaden conscience as to arouse it."
In her new book, however, Ms. Sontag writes that she is "not so sure" that "photographs have a diminishing impact," reasoning that "people don't become inured to what they are shown — if that's the right way to describe what happens — because of the quantity of images dumped on them."
She adds: "Flooded with images of the sort that once used to shock and arouse indignation, we are losing our capacity to react. Compassion, stretched to its limits, is going numb. So runs the familiar diagnosis. But what is really being asked for here? That images of carnage be cut back to, say, once a week? More generally, that we work toward what I called for in `On Photography': an `ecology of images'? There isn't going to be an ecology of images. No Committee of Guardians is going to ration horror, to keep fresh its ability to shock. And the horrors themselves are not going to abate."
In "On Photography" Ms. Sontag suggested that photographers were war tourists and voyeurs, choosing to record rather than to intervene in the suffering they witnessed, and she suggested that people who look at such photographs were spectators, who had depersonalized their relationship with the world. "The feeling of being exempt from calamity stimulates interest in looking at painful pictures," she wrote, "and looking at them suggests and strengthens the feeling that one is exempt."
In "Regarding the Pain of Others," however, she acknowledges that in the case, say, of the siege of Sarajevo, "pursuing a good story was not the only motive for the avidity and the courage of the photojournalists" covering the story, adding that "the Sarajevans did want their plight to be recorded in photographs: victims are interested in the representation of their own sufferings."
As for viewers of atrocity photographs, she writes: "Let the atrocious images haunt us. Even if they are only tokens, and cannot possibly encompass most of the reality to which they refer, they still perform a vital function. The images say: This is what human beings are capable of doing — may volunteer to do, enthusiastically, self-righteously. Don't forget."
In "On Photography" Ms. Sontag asserted that "the knowledge gained through still photographs will always be some kind of sentimentalism, whether cynical or humanist." She added, "It will be knowledge at bargain prices — a semblance of knowledge, a semblance of wisdom."
In "Regarding the Pain of Others" she is more philosophical: "That we are not totally transformed, that we can turn away, turn the page, switch the channel, does not impugn the ethical values of an assault by images. It is not a defect that we are not seared, that we do not suffer enough, when we see these images. Neither is the photograph supposed to repair our ignorance about the history and cause of the suffering it picks out and frames. Such images cannot be more than an invitation to pay attention, to reflect, to learn, to examine the rationalizations for mass suffering offered by established powers."
Certainly Ms. Sontag is to be commended for acknowledging how her thinking has changed over the years, but it seems paradoxical that so many of the views she now disputes as conventional wisdom among the intelligentsia are views informed or shaped by her earlier writings. And because so many of the ideas laid out in "On Photography" were so shrill and doctrinaire, the refutations in "Regarding the Pain of Others" — often served up with an air of Delphic wisdom — tend to feel like belated and common-sense statements of the obvious.
Is it really a revelation that a picture can sometimes be worth a thousand words? ("Photographs lay down routes of reference, and serve as totems of causes: sentiment is more likely to crystallize around a photograph than around a verbal slogan.") Is it really a revelation that photographic images can help cement historical knowledge and serve as prods to the conscience of the world, that "it seems a good in itself to acknowledge, to have enlarged, one's sense of how much suffering caused by human wickedness there is in the world we share with others"?
Monday 10
Atonement.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
...where there is injury, pardon;
...where there is doubt, faith;
...where there is despair, hope;
...where there is darkness, light;
...where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
...to be consoled as to console;
...to be understood as to understand;
...to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
...it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
...and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
~St. Francis of Assisi
Sunday 09
Sacrifice.
Saturday 08
Somewhere in Chelsea. I saw these men as I crossed the street somewhere in Chelsea.
Still thinking of Lent and Years and Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow and remembering a poem entitled "On Getting Older" by "The Radical Druid" which I read yesterday here:
Maybe it gets a bit harder to rise
At dawn after a few pints late at night,
And those few pounds get harder to disguise,
Making a climb up the stairs no delight.
Maybe your ears aren’t as sharp as they were,
yet some echoes you never can forget;
so many things fade away in a blur,
except her voice’s sound the day you met.
The new ways of youth seem so strange and wild,
And you think often of different times -
When the world was young and full of verve,
And could not fathom you with a grandchild;
Each passing year seems more and more sublime,
As like our memories, we are preserved.Friday 07
Pithy and Witty. Today is my birthday and I feel I should have something pithy and witty to write. (put pithy and witty copy here)
I read the following here and found it to speak to me (they publish a fascinating online art magazine, a journal of "intuitive expression"):
Accepting Wisdom
Coming more forward into this day, I attempt to catch up with myself. Quietly combing the fibers of power back into my hair, I reach for my pen to ground myself. I cannot any longer feel attached to the appearance of things. What comes into my life now is not watching or counting my years. I am older than I was, but younger than I will be, so I will live on into this time & not look into the years with age any longer. — Accepting Wisdom.
© 2003 Raven Su.SaneThursday 06
Leonardo. I saw the Leonardo da Vinci drawing exhibition first thing today at the MET. Basically, I am speechless.
Wednesday 05
Lent and Lynn, Jenni, and Patti. My dad mentioned to me tonight how he heard someone talk about Lent and say that it was not so much about giving up something as it was about receiving something.
I saw a lot of art today: Nan Goldin at Mathew Marks, Zwelethu Mthethwa at Jack Shainman, and Lynn Davis at Edywnn Houk where I saw Patti Smith.
Patti Smith wrote the Preface for Lynn Davis' book Monument:
Travel is its own book, its own reward. Our experiences are internalized, woven within memory. The spoils of our journey may include a cherished image amid a spread of Kodaks - our amateur travelogue. But absent is the spiritual wash, a searing light, a breathtaking harshness, a certain sense of things that we are powerless to capture or to express. The artist, in turn, sacrifices his leisure, the pleasure of being vague, of drifting half-present or merging unconsciously with the terrain. For the artist is driven, is one apart, estranged from all save his one eye. All confidence, vision, marshaled to secure the shot not shot by us. He must comprehend the equation that produces the architecture and landscape we call sacred. He must be aware, dogged, unable to relax. That is how this artist travels. And only after the images emerge, are washed and hung to dry, can she say, "This is good."
And why is it good? For its own sake. For magnifying the artist's process. For exalting the principles of nature, the acquired wisdom of man and that to which he aspires - illumination.
Where black is bright as dead. Where all things are another. Where the sea is the desert. Where decay is transformation. Where ice is bone is torso. Stone is the mottled skin of a guardian. The spine of a delicate temple. The organs of a ruin. The shadows of Yemen - the musical ribs of the earth. The vast insufferable curve of a wall.
Where external space leads into inner space. Where the spray of a fall is as dense as the mane of a horse. Where a man disintegrates into rainbow. The artist brings the oneness of these poles into focus. Where one looks through the solid. Where emptiness is charged, clothed in form.
A breath of humanity startles one into the twentieth century. A power line. A young tree. A bit of scaffolding. Restoration. Debris. A beat truck. A telegraph pole—
a small, very distant electric crucifix. Eclipsed by the plane of the earth. The clouds of Cambodia. The mounds of Syria. A shaft. A structure. A column. An arch. Perpetuating memory. Fashioned by whim, wind or slave. The artist attempts to be removed, and yet she is laid bare. Her work embodies heartache, prayer, the physics of the sun, the womb. Solitude. Unflinchingly and beautifully cruel. Unveiling the monument's soul, so heightened in isolation, so exposed as art.
As one passes through the leaves of this book, where are they traveling?
Within themselves. And what will they find? The waterfall.
The pyramid. The sloping dune. That which is within us all.
A present yet eternal energy. A sameness. An aloneness.
A dignity so crushingly remote that only a god may rival.
Copyright © Patti Smith 1999Tuesday 04
Reeling Back The Years. Sitting in my study thinking; thinking of years past--reeling back or reeling in the years.
Monday 03
030303. A code. A secret message. I saw this image on a tree during our walk in the woods yesterday. It looked like someone crying.
Sunday 02
A Whirlwind. I was the lay reader in church today. I read:
When the LORD was about to take Elijah up to heaven in a whirlwind, Elijah and Elisha were on their way from Gilgal. 2 Elijah said to Elisha, "Stay here; the LORD has sent me to Bethel."
But Elisha said, "As surely as the LORD lives and as you live, I will not leave you." So they went down to Bethel.
3 The company of the prophets at Bethel came out to Elisha and asked, "Do you know that the LORD is going to take your master from you today?"
"Yes, I know," Elisha replied, "but do not speak of it."
4 Then Elijah said to him, "Stay here, Elisha; the LORD has sent me to Jericho."
And he replied, "As surely as the LORD lives and as you live, I will not leave you." So they went to Jericho.
5 The company of the prophets at Jericho went up to Elisha and asked him, "Do you know that the LORD is going to take your master from you today?"
"Yes, I know," he replied, "but do not speak of it."
6 Then Elijah said to him, "Stay here; the LORD has sent me to the Jordan."
And he replied, "As surely as the LORD lives and as you live, I will not leave you." So the two of them walked on.
7 Fifty men of the company of the prophets went and stood at a distance, facing the place where Elijah and Elisha had stopped at the Jordan. 8 Elijah took his cloak, rolled it up and struck the water with it. The water divided to the right and to the left, and the two of them crossed over on dry ground.
9 When they had crossed, Elijah said to Elisha, "Tell me, what can I do for you before I am taken from you?"
"Let me inherit a double portion of your spirit," Elisha replied.
10 "You have asked a difficult thing," Elijah said, "yet if you see me when I am taken from you, it will be yours-otherwise not."
11 As they were walking along and talking together, suddenly a chariot of fire and horses of fire appeared and separated the two of them, and Elijah went up to heaven in a whirlwind.
For years the above watercolor by William Blake was identified as "Elijah and his Fiery Chariot," until Martin Butlin connected it with a lost print of "God Judging Adman" sold to Thomas Butts in 1805 for one guinea. Copies can be found in the Tate Gallery, the MET and the Philadelphia Museum of Art.
Saturday 01
A Walk in the Woods. Betsy and I (and Daisy) went for a walk at DAR State Park today. (add copy here about Danielle as little girl and girl scout sleepover)
