March 29, 2025

Found another box of assorted photographs from 1977 to 1996.  These four were shot in Japan  in 1991.  That night Gab and I couldn't stop laughing, we were acting about 14.  My poor mother didn't know whether to join us or beat us over our heads.  This family was very close to Jason.  I think this was the most relaxed we were which made us misbehave.  I think we left the house for a bit to gather ourselves.  






I don't know how to rotate photos on blogspot.  Many of the people in these photos I have not seen in 35 years.  Kora's 5th birthday party, 1996, is well represented in this stack.  The black and whites were taken at my Marlboro graduation party at Sunset Cottage.  What should I do with piles of snapshots from forever ago?   And do they stimulate any good stories?  
This hawk died on David's property the other day.   He is honoring it and burying it.  It's a Coopers Hawk.  It's so interesting looking and wonderful to see it so close, but at the same time eerie that it died like this.  


I was very quiet and reflective today.  I went through all of these photos, but I did not take any.  I haven't written in a while, either.   I've been inconsistent. I'm going to bed and I'll take photos tomorrow.

 

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