My goodness! I didn’t realize that I have neglected this site for as long as I have.
I have managed to read quite a few books since my last post:
When Breath Becomes Air, by Paul Kalanithi
Houses, by Borislav Pekin
The Book of Blam, by Aleksandar Tisma
The Remains of Love, by Zeruya Shalev
The Baker’s Daughter, by Sarah McCoy
The Wall, by H.G. Adler
The Inn at Lake Devine, by Elinor Lipman
Lilac Girls, by Martha Hall Kelly
Avenue of Spies: A True Story of Terror, Espionage and One American Family’s Heroic Resistance in Nazi-Occupied Paris
The Best Place on Earth: Stories, by Eyelet Tsabari
Lab Girl, by Hope Jahren
Alice & Oliver, by Charles Bock
Ravens in Winter, by Bernd Heinrich
The Book of Speculation, by Erika Swyler
Enchantment, by Orson Scott Card
Country of Red Azaleas, by Domnica Radulescu
When We Were Strangers, by Pamela Schoenewaldt
The photo above was taken on a walk through a local trail.
Pick the day. Enjoy it – to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come… The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present – and I don’t want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.
Face today’s illuminations
the negatives and positives
the nature and the nurture
accepting the environment
for tomorrow may not occur
I took a late morning walk, yesterday, at the lake. It was a lovely day, nature was abuzz with all of its noise resounding from the birds of varied species, the frogs, the grasshoppers and crickets, the family gatherings, and children playing, and the moles. The quietude also surrounded me at various points along the way.
Speaking of moles and quietude, the photograph above shows a Great White Egret, standing motionless, waiting for its prey (a mole) to appear from the hole in the grass in front of it.
It did appear within a few minutes, and the Egret caught its lunch. The photograph is a bit blurred (I did sharpen it a bit), as the Egret decided to move back a bit, probably fearful I would try to take its catch.
Enjoy the rest of your day.
I am sorry for the update, I positioned one of my photographs wrong.
I took the photograph above, last month, when I was a passenger on a moving train.
The Family: Three Journeys Into the Heart of the Twentieth Century is on my to-read list.
Carl Laemmle…Holocaust Hero?
Laws and the Nazi stolen art issue continue.
Edgar M. Bronfman Sr. has died at the age of 84. Z”l
Visit Havel Havelim לך לך Lech Lecha “Get Yourself Going Edition” for some terrific links to browse through.
Check out the October Jewish Book Carnival, hosted by forwordsbooks.
Groundworks Dance Theater will be presenting “After Chorus“, an “Israeli dance work”.
I am in the midst of reading The Rise of David Levinsky, by Abraham Cahan. So far, it is quite the descriptive and fascinating read.
October 15, 2013 – 11 Cheshvan, 5774
I want to know how God created this world. I am not interested in this or that phenomenon, in the spectrum of this or that element. I want to know His thoughts; the rest are details.
Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind.
My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind.
The path runs straight between the flowering rows,
A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom,
Where phlox and marigolds dispute for room
With tall, red dahlias and the briar rose.
‘T is reckless prodigality which throws
Into the night these wafts of rich perfume
Which sweep across the garden like a plume.
Over the trees a single bright star glows.
Dear garden of my childhood, here my years
Have run away like little grains of sand;
The moments of my life, its hopes and fears
Have all found utterance here, where now I stand;
My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears,
You are my home, do you not understand?
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