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My good friend Jose and I had dinner in Middletown CT a couple of weeks ago, and afterwards roamed the streets a bit. We lingered in front of this band for a couple of tunes, including one Jose requested, a song called “Por Mujeres Como Tu”, which you can listen to here (translated lyrics below). I later asked him what the song was about; he laughed and said ” women… alcohol…”.
He and his wife emigrated from Venezuela some years ago; it got me thinking about the song(s) I might request if we were in Venezuela and it was now my “home”.
Twenty years ago my wife and I went to France, and we took along a few CDs to help with any homesickness: Eat a Peach by the Allman Brothers, and Working on Wings to Fly, by Cindy Kallett. And though we never had to use them, it was nice to have them along.
Por Mujeres Como Tu (For Women Like You)
I’m becoming afraid and she’s realized it,
And that’s not very good for me,
If I want to keep her in my arms
It’d be better for her not to see me suffer.
I’m keeping myself in the failures,
And today I’m going to fix the situation.
It’ll be that I’ve always given too much
And in the excess I always end up hurt (lit. damaged).
For women like you, my love
There are men like me, I know
That we can lose ourselves
In alcohol
Because of a deception.
I’m keeping myself in the failures,
And today I’m going to fix the situation.
It’ll be that I’ve always given too much
And in the excess I always end up hurt (lit. damaged).
For women like you…
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A brisk wind was blowing in from the north when I began photographing this clothesline, around 11AM. Susan, out hanging clothes, predicted it would soon diminish, and pick up again from the southwest after a brief lull. And over the course of the next half hour, that was exactly what happened. I wonder how long it took for her to understand the seasonal nuances of the breezes there; as she much preferred drying clothes on the line, my guess is she tuned into it pretty quickly.
Such as beautiful thing – and a gift – to know your surroundings that well.
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There’s a knoll in the back of our property that overlooks some wetlands. The area has long been overgrown, and there were rumors of a coyote den somewhere in the tangles. This year, though, I’ve only seen foxes there.
For the 2nd time in a couple of weeks, one has been napping on top of the hill. Not sure they’re one and the same, but if so, what looked like mange on its backside was probably just fur molting; the sparse gray is shifting back to a thick red coat. What I am most struck with are the big ears (actively listening in this photo). Stay tuned for the possibility of forthcoming kits!
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Consulted a couple of books on these: Tracking and the Art of Seeing by photographer and writer Paul Rezendes, who lives in Western MA, and Mammal Tracks and Sign of the Northeast, by Diane K. Gibbons, a naturalist and illustrator who makes her home in Southern NH. Looks like they’re the front paws of a muskrat, which makes sense as we’re about a half mile from where the CT River flows into the Long Island Sound, with plenty of shallow wetlands in the area for food and shelter.
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