Writing In The Shade Of Trees

Writing In The Shade Of Trees https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html After a while, My Eyes Turned Back to the Driver, Perhaps to Ask Something, but I Stopped from Speaking Because the Driver was Gently Wiping a Tear from Her Eye – A Gesture Tender and Meaningful, Dimming all Prior Images and Thoughts of Her into this One Gesture Letter From Maxim – I Want to Apologize for Not Responding to Your Letters for So Long! Unfortunately, January and Early February Were Very Difficult for Us & An Olympic Hero – Лист від Максима – Я хочу вибачитися за те, що так довго не відповідав на ваші листи! На жаль, січень та початок лютого були для нас дуже важкими, а також для олімпійського героя My Love of Books, Knowledge & Learning – Prerequisites for a Holocaust – The Book Burning Already Upon Us – Our Response and Responsibility Now – Book Burning & Children Carted Off The War Against Ukraine & the Ukrainian People, Now Entering its 5th Year – February 24, 2022 – February 24, 2026 -Війна проти України та українського народу, що тепер входить у п’ятий рік – 24 лютого 2022 року – 24 лютого 2026 року Postcard Story – The Champion Single Sculls (Max Schmitt in a Single Scull) – Thomas Eakins -1871 – The Metropolitan Museum of Art Postcard Story – Evening Calm, Concarneau, Opus 220 (Allegro Maestoso) – Paul Signac – 1891 – The Metropolitan Museum of Art I Saw that Same Golden Sunlight Again Illuminating the Table About a Week Ago. & That for Me, the Rhythms and Certainty of Equinoxes and Solstices, of the Sun Rising and Setting – and the Calm Beauty of the Sunlight Each Morning Spreading Over the Hills North of Us – Are Comforting and Assuring. Я бачив той самий золотий сонячний промінь, який знову освітлював стіл приблизно тиждень тому. І для мене ритми та впевненість рівнодень і сонцестоянь, сходу і заходу сонця – а також спокійна краса сонячного світла кожного ранку, що розтікається по пагорбах на північ від нас – заспокоюють і внушають упевненість. Postcard Stories – Sunflowers – 1887 –Vincent van Gogh, Dutch – 1853-1890 – The Metropolitan Museum of Art Letter Sent to Maxim & Alena, With No Response, So Unlike Them in the “Normal” Times of this War – Лист надіслано Максиму та Алені, але відповіді немає, що так нехарактерно для них у «звичайні» часи цієї війни Christmas Ornaments Upon the Tree & Their Roots and Reflections Within Us Sleepwalk – Non-Fiction Story Excerpt – “As I walked over the playground towards…where our 7th grade classroom was, all of a sudden, I was surrounded by a pack of boys from my class all shouting and waving their arms and I noticed also a group of the girls a little farther on watching all the commotion around me”. The Church’s Tall Tower & the Angelus Noontime Prayer & Easter, When I Was Twelve & What the Lord Gave Me to Understand, When He Stopped My Steps, as I Was About to Leave the Empty Church In the Photo … There is a Man Holding a Small White Coffin in His Arms. His Little Son is There. He is 1 Year Old. And next to it Are Two More Coffins: His Wife and Daughter – На фотографії… Чоловік тримає на руках маленьку білу труну. Його маленькому синові 1 рік. А поруч ще дві труни: його дружини та доньки. Thanksgiving American Style in Ukraine – День подяки по-американськи в Україні On October 20, 2025, Igor Wrote: We Are Tired of Living in the Midst of War and Are Waiting for Peace from the Lord in Our Country … In One Week, our Eldest Daughter Will Have Her Christian Wedding. – 20 жовтня 2025 року Ігор написав: Ми втомилися жити серед війни і чекаємо миру від Господа у нашій країні… Через тиждень наша старша дочка відсвяткує своє християнське весілля. Ronald J. Baker – February 19, 1947 – April 25, 2025 – A Close & Cherished Friend, a Soulmate, Who I Miss Very Much In the Home Depot Parking Lot, a Young Man with His Phone in His Hands, Watched Something in the Sky Moving Above Him and He Took Pictures. I Looked Up. The Late Afternoon Sky Was Alive with Flocks of Birds. He Said He Loved Watching Birds. Postcard Stories –Icarus, Empire State Building – Lewis Hine, American, 1874-1940 – The Metropolitan Museum of Art Maxim – Brief Reflection – I Live in an Apartment on the 11th Floor. My House is the Very Last One, So When I’m at My Desk I Can See the Yellow-Green Autumn Landscape Stretching Out Before Me. – Максим – Коротке роздуми – Я живу в квартирі на 11-му поверсі. Мій будинок — останній у ряду, тож коли я сиджу за своїм письмовим столом, переді мною розкривається жовто-зелений осінній пейзаж. A Tale of Two Houses on the Road, Originally Dirt, That I Grew Up On Around the Spring Equinox, Maxim, Igor & Other Ukrainian Friends Would be with Us, & Yesterday, as I Thought of Them, I Took Photos of the Morning Sunlight of the Autumn Equinox Shining, as if by Memory, Upon Where They Sat at Our Table in the Spring, in the Early Morning Light. – Навколо весняного рівнодення Максим, Ігор та інші українські друзі будуть з нами, а вчора, коли я думав про них, я зробив фотографії ранкового сонячного світла осіннього рівнодення, що сяяло, немов з пам’яті, на тому місці, де вони сиділи за нашим столом весною, в ранковому світлі. Postcard Stories – Feeding the Ducks – 1894 – Mary Cassatt, American, 1844-1926 – The Metropolitan Museum of Art Me: It bothers me that I live here in peace, when you are in constant danger and turmoil & Alena: We are currently in a tent camp in the Western part of our country. But Oleksii stayed in Kyiv. Pray for all of us. Я: Мене турбує, що я живу тут у спокої, коли ви в постійній небезпеці та біді & Алєна: Ми наразі в наметовому таборі на заході нашої країни. Але Олексій залишився в Києві. Моліться за нас усіх. Maxim: It was right at the time when you wrote a letter about Nazism, the burning of books, and after books, the burning of people. We were in Berlin at Humboldt University Square and saw a small memorial about this historical event. It was very helpful to think about it again. – Максим: Саме в той час, коли Ви написали листа про нацизм, спалювання книжок і після книжок, спалювання людей. Ми були в Берліні на площі універсітета Гумбальда і бачили невеличкий меморіал про цю історичну подію. Це було дуже корисно, знову думати про це. On September 8, I Wrote Maxim and Alena: “I Was Going to Write You a Much Shorter Note Asking How You Were and Telling You That I Was Still Praying for You and Ukraine.” To Date I Have Not Received a Response. – Восьмого вересня я написав Максиму та Альоні: “Я збирався написати вам набагато коротшу записку, питаючи, як ви, і кажучи, що я все ще молюся за вас та Україну.” На сьогодні я не отримав відповіді. Postcard Stories – In the Garden at Argenteuil – Camille Monet – 1876 – The Metropolitan Museum of Art Postcard Story – The Head of the Virgin in Three-Quarter View Facing Right – Leonardo da Vinci – 1510-13 – The Metropolitan Museum of Art Three Long-time Older Friends Taking Their Daily Walk Holding Hands, One with a Cane, Their Usual Fourth Companion I Had Passed Earlier, as She Hurried Along the Sidewalk to Get to Church on Time Good Signs – Sunday Message – Three Photos Attached – The First One is of the Sun Beginning to Set with the Air Much Cleaner of the Smoke An Image From The 2016 Election Sunday Morning, October 11, 2020 When Moving Away from the Old, when Growing in New Directions The Light Shines Upon the Chairs that You and Others Used to Sit – Світло сяє на стільцях, на яких раніше сиділи ви та інші Our Things are Better Now. The Amount of Shelling has Decreased – Зараз у нас все краще. Кількість обстрілів зменшилася Sunday Message to Older Grandchildren – May 15, 2022 February 4, 1947 – Went to the Trading Post & Bought Babies Crib & Mattress. Bought a Pair of Shoes, 3 Baby’s Vests, 2 Set of Babies Wash Towels. A Long Lament that I Wrote in the Cemetery, as Thanksgiving Approached, as I Sat in the Shade of a Tree near the Grave of my Parents, Turned into a Hymn of Praise and Thanksgiving when the Lord Bade Me to be Still. Our God is the Hands of Jesus One Day, It Will Only Be One In Memory of My Uncle Mingo Once I Saw Waiting The Poems that are Written on Hotel Pads – Hyatt Regency, O’Hare – Chicago Behold the Little Boy with the Blue Chalk in His Hand with His Unpretentious Semi-Dirty Face – A Musing on Art Understanding Will Come Unto You All your Life & You will be Blessed, a Shining Pearl among Those around You, & Your Hands will be Filled with More and More Good for Those with You & for Those to Come after You, Forever. An Art Musing – A Thanksgiving Portrait of a Grandson in Yellow A Happy, Spirited Four-Year-Old Beams Proudly as She Pushes Her Own Pram in a Video Recorded by Her Mother to Chronicle Their Day Out Together in Central Ukraine (New Second Posting) – Щаслива, енергійна чотирирічна дитина гордо сяє, коли вона штовхає власну коляску на відео, записаному її матір’ю, щоб записати їхній спільний день у Центральній Україні (Нова друга публікація) Echoes of the Death of Jarrett, Our Infant Son Waiting to Fly from Charlotte to Kansas City – A Story from a Gentle Man Spanning Many, Many Years Postcard Story – The Concourse of the Birds: Folio from the Mantiq of Al-Tair of Farid Al-Din ‘Attar (Detail) – Habiballah of Sava – 1600 – The Metropolitan Museum of Art Home