What do they have
to teach me of grasping and letting go?
(Vespertine, Luisa A. Igloria at Via Negativa )
I happened on Luisa's poem and the patch of evening primroses, still up and about, on the same morning. So glad I did. Timely and beautiful. I am continually astounded by the the glorious Luisa's wonderful work at Via Negativa, such a delicate and generous profligacy. I want a book of it. Please.
Our main big laptop computer died suddenly and without warning a couple of days ago, carrying quite a few photographs, and rather more important things on Tom's side. However, the Erwanns and Erwannettes of Gigahertz, while not able to save the machine itself, or not least not at any worthwhile cost, were able to shunt everything on it onto the external hard drive where it is sitting until its replacement arrives, presumably some time next week. So, although I could access the other photos, at the moment I'm just working with recently taken stuff directly off the SD card in the card reader of the notebook, which is really rather refreshing.