"The human being is part of the whole, called by us the ‘universe’, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separate from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."
— Albert Einstein

My Dad, Kit Day, with his dog. Sometime in the 1940’s.

My grandmother Louise, around Medford Oregon, circa 1960.

"I allowed life to give me presents. And everything just sort of happened the way it was supposed to happen. I did not pursue anything. It more or less pursued me."

Fallen tulips after rain on a path at the George Eastman House gardens.

The kitchen shelf.

"History did not so much repeat itself as rhyme"
— J. Vandenbergh

Antique bear my Mom found  in a thrift shop in the 1960s. I think she wants it back…

This was a sign, on the Highland Park Reservoir fence.