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Category Archives: Photography/Art
For years I wanted to check out the traveling amusement park in Dalton, MA. I finally had the opportunity and was looking forward to some brilliant sunset-light moments. People of all ages in the midst of experiencing this old-time pastime. The carnival outdoor fun with thrill rides, family rides, food and game concessions. In great […]
My Mother/Myself: a Tale of Two Christmases © Monika Sosnowski I wanted to write a post about sequencing images – particularly when displayed online. This morning I remembered that I’ve also been meaning to write about language, write more about being bilingual. I was reminded of that when I called out to my dog Ruby. […]
A brief visit early in the summer couple of years ago. My dear friend, the talented painter Maggie Mailer, lives in a house luminous during the day and starry at night. It’s on a hill overlooking the seasons’ ebb and flow all year long. Inside, a fourth dimension abundant with colors, toys, books, pictures, spices, a […]
This is a prelude. I’m putting together a longer piece referencing and inspired by Gaston Bachelard’s “The Poetics of Space.” I’ve been rethinking the use of blogging. Naturally this – my blog – in particular. I’m working on expanding its format and reach in an effort to make it a platform for presenting and sharing […]
Poetry is evidence. One must start somewhere. Few days ago the question emerged again: “How to live?” And before that, couple of months ago, it happened in Polish: “Jak żyć?” Being bilingual has its advantages, but living in translation day in and day out sometimes makes for a total lack of words. Language. Spoken language. […]
A place of beauty and mystery, Untermyer Gardens Conservatory, delights one’s soul and senses. A wonderland any time of the year with echoes of a bygone era. In winter the lushness has withered into slumber and what remains are the bare shrubs, yellowed-out grasses and flower heads looking dry and brittle to the touch. Still, […]