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Budapest to amsterdam I: 67 locks 5 countries and beyond
[GEFJON. The Norse goddess of the plow, holds the power to move the earth and foretell people’s destinies. It is also the name of the Viking cruise boat that will take us to Amsterdam. Source: Wall mural on the Viking Gefjon. Photo is mine.] This is where I came in. Budapest: Where East meets West.…
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nightcrawlers & blue lights at river’s edge
Outbreaks of unvarnished truths in the backyard of our true self can be very precious and inspiring, even though we might inconsistently be tempted to give in to the exhilarating perfume of fables and fair tales or to flattering praise and fiction. ~~Erik Pevernagie I’m in a cemetery standing under a silver maple tree. It’s…
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An echo of my young self?
[A ‘new’ vintage postcard of our apartment building. Out apartment is shown by the black arrow. Source: Public Domain.] Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you. ~~F. Scott Fitzgerald I slid out of our four-poster and onto the creaky wooden floor. It’s the…
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The Expendable Ones
[The Highway of Tears. Map Source: Google Search.] Please help us find who’s out there. Help us put a stop to the Highway of Tears. ~~Indigenous Arts & Stories He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it…
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The incident in the Bog
[The green fields of Ireland. Photo is mine.] With a bog, and its buried contents, the past is no longer behind you, but palpably beneath your feet. A secret history is stacked just a few feet below the modern world in which you’re standing. ~~Terry Eagleton It’s closing in on St. Patrick’s Day and since…
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Frankenfood?
[From the Nutritional Label of a Trail Mix. Photo is mine.] If they want to sell us Frankenfood, perhaps it’s time to gather the villagers, light some torches and head to the castle. ~~Paul Lewis. From a letter to the New York Times in 1992. Lewis coined the term: Frankenfood. Oh dear! While I was…
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Thanksgiving Thoughts on a cloudy afternoon
[If you know me, you know this house. 420 Front St. Owego, NY. Photo is mine.] I can see a better time when all our dreams come true. ~~Fairytale of New York. Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our…
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Kicking Leaves in Owego: my imaginarium
[On the left, in the distance, just beyond the white house, just hidden in the morning fog, is the riverbank where I played away my childhood. Photo is mine.] Great Grandpa, what’s an Imaginarium? Oh, Great Grandson, it’s like a rambling and cluttered room, an old room, a very big room. There are lots of…
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the four green fields blog14: the goddesses of the moon
[Unenhanced photo of the moon. Sailing west, looking south. The North Atlantic Ocean. Photo is mine.] Whenever people look at clouds they do not see their real shape, which is no shape at all, or every shape, because they are constantly changing. They see whatever it is that their heart yearns for. ~~Eduardo Agualusa, A…
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the four green fields blog13: alone at midnight in an english country churchyard
[The Lychgate of All Saints Church in Minstead, New Forest. This gate is where the funeral party rests the coffin and meets the Vicar in preparation for the burial. Photo is mine.] ‘Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world. ~~ William Shakespeare…
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