Fourth of July

A dispiriting Fourth

From the perspective of the Chickaming Community Garden, which Mr C and I customarily visit on the Fourth of July, I took stock of the nation, the part of it I know best—Chicago and Illinois—particularly.  For the first time ever I felt disillusioned—I let the holiday slip past unobserved—whereas I usually feel some optimism or pride.  For the moment, our society is not resurgent but in decline. More

Love of fireworks

Love of fireworks

I was skeptical when my husband suggested we watch the DC fireworks on television, but I became a convert and ended up taking hundreds of (impressionistic) pictures of the screen.  Here are a few of my favorite explosions.  Ineffably lovely!

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