In the morning at the ocean, several men were casting lines.  I wondered what they would  catch as the waves broke in ferocious froth, and the fog lowered.  A fish that would not snap their gear, unlike a shark or tuna.   It doesn’t feel like the eve of summer solstice, more like March.  The roses…

Bright Notes

Last week : Because there needs to be something that stands against the weather which makes us fetch winter coats in June: Matisse and his objects in the studio at the Boston MFA paired with vine-surrounded gowned women of Boticelli This week: June sun and June rain in the garen: