A Picture and a Haiku – Haut-Medoc

In vino salus So we drink reverently And learn to cherish


A Picture and a Haiku – Musée Rodin Paris

  He who subdues stone Into warm curves and sinews And she who sees it


A Picture and a Haiku – Moustiers-Sainte-Marie

  So soft is the flight Of those who have old legend Give wind to their wings

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A Picture and a Haiku – Lisbon

Textures and patterns Dance between color and sun Meld in the shadows


A Picture and a Haiku – Brussels

Queen in her castle Wet stones, beef stew and dark brews Adamo and snow


Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

It was an early autumn Florentine afternoon – fragrantly warm, gloriously sunny, the air sparkling with freshness born out of yesterday’s rain. We had climbed the steep streets of Oltrarno, the less noble but dignified Florence neighborhood on the other side of the Arno River. We...


A rocky affair

Stones have always been a source of attraction and mystique for me. When I was very young, a friend told me that in its original form, a talisman was a stone with a hole in it. At that age, I hadn’t yet developed the requisite...