Art and photo by Jane Hart
"Rushing of the Sea Tides of the Soul"
Art and photo by Sheila Benedis
Photos from the Jewish Museum
The above photos is of the hare made famous by Edmund De Waal’s book, The Hare with Amber Eyes.
Also in the museum was a large painting called “Blue Horses” by Franz Marc.
All photos by Valerie Wallace
More Snow Art Photos
Thanks to Sally Kellock for sending them.
Sunset January 13, 2022
Photo by Harry Bloomfeld
Some Chuckles
Thanks to Barbara Bruno for sending these.
For a Link to an Article about Afghan Refugees in Ossining from the “Examiner News”
Thanks to Barbara Bruno for sending it.
Let it Snow!
Thanks to Sally Kellock for sending these.
With even more flight cancellations, the Richardson family had to improvise their way home
Art and photo by Jane Hart
New Robot to Take Dirty Dishes to Kitchen
Photo by Joe Bruno
Mandolin Mavins Welcoming in the New Year Jan. 1, 2022
Photo by Alice Clague
Photo by Jane Hart
KoH Trip Visiting the Metropolitan Museum in NYC
J. Miro— Towards the Rainbow
E. Granwell— Magical Bizons of Tropical Flight
The Great Hall of the Met
Many coins in the fountain
Surrealism
The Met’s Famous Tree
All photos by Arthur Brady
A Frequent Recent View of the Hudson River
Photo by Barbara Bruno
After two years on Zoom, the family looked strange in real life
Art and photo by Jane Hart
Mirror Image of the Sky on the Still Hudson Dec. 30, 2021
Photo by Caroline Persell
My Doctor Said I Should Install a Bar in My Shower...
Thanks to Pat Ciriello for sending this
Another Young Person Inspired by the Sleepy Hollow Riverwalk Mural
Photo by Patty Persell
Gus T's Amazing Flowers Still Blooming at Christmas
Photo by Joe Bruno
RICETTA (Recipe) ITALIANA FOR THE HOLIDAYS !
-Famiglia (dove tutto inizia)
Family (where it all starts)
-Amici (non devono mai mancare)
Friends (should always be)
-Pazienza (il più possibile)
Patience (as possible)
-Rabbia (se c’è,ma che sia poca)
Anger (if there is, but that is little)
-Lacrime (asciugale tutte)
Tears (dry them all)
-Pace (in gran quantità)
Peace (in large quantities)
-Perdono (a volontà)
Forgiveness (at will)
-Speranza (non perderla mai)
Hope (never lose).
Another COVID Christmas
T’was the night before Christmas, but Covid was here,
So we all had to stay extra cautious this year.
Our masks were all hung by the chimney with care
In case Santa forgot his and needed a spare
With Covid, we couldn't leave cookies or cake
So we left Santa hand sanitizer to take.
The children were sleeping, the brave little tots
The ones over 5 had just had their first shots,
And mom in her kerchief and me in my cap
Had just settled in for a long winter's nap.
But we tossed and we turned all night in our beds
As visions of variants danced in our heads.
Gamma and Delta and now Omicron
These Covid mutations that go on and on
I thought to myself, "If this doesn't get better,
I'll soon be familiar with every Greek letter".
Then just as I started to drift off and doze
A clatter of noise from the front lawn arose.
I leaped from my bed and ran straight down the stair
I opened the door, and an old gent stood there.
His N 95 made him look pretty weird
But I knew who he was by his red suit and beard.
I kept six feet away but blurted out quick
" What are you doing here, jolly Saint Nick?"
Then I said, "Where're your presents, your reindeer and sleigh?
Don't you know that tomorrow will be Christmas Day? ".
And Santa stood there looking sad in the snow
As he started to tell me a long tale of woe.
He said he'd been stuck at the North Pole alone
All his white-collar elves had been working from home,
And most of the others said "Santa, don't hire us!
We can live off the CERB now, thanks to the virus".
Those left in the toyshop had little to do.
With supply chain disruptions, they could make nothing new.
And as for the reindeer, they'd all gone away.
None of them left to pull on his sleigh.
He said Dasher and Dancer were in quarantine,
Prancer and Vixen refused the vaccine,
Comet and Cupid were in ICU,
So were Donner and Blitzen, they may not pull through.
And Rudolph's career can't be resurrected.
With his shiny red nose, they all think he's infected.
Even with his old sleigh, Santa couldn't go far.
Every border to cross needs a new PCR.
Santa sighed as he told me how nice it would be
If children could once again sit on his knee.
He couldn't care less if they're naughty or nice
But they'd have to show proof that they'd had their shot twice.
But then the old twinkle returned to his eyes.
And he said that he'd brought me a Christmas surprise.
When I unwrapped the box and opened it wide,
Starlight and rainbows streamed out from inside.
Some letters whirled round and flew up to the sky
And they spelled out a word that was 40 feet high.
There first was an H, then an O, then a P,
Then I saw it spelled HOPE when it added the E.
"Christmas magic," said Santa as he smiled through his beard.
Then suddenly all of the reindeer appeared.
He jumped into his sleigh and he waved me goodbye,
Then he soared o'er the rooftops and into the sky.
I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
"Get your vaccines my friends, Merry Christmas, good-night".
Then I went back to bed and a sweet Christmas dream
Of a world when we'd finished with Covid 19.
Thanks to Mary Alice Walker for sending this.