Eat Figs While They’re Fresh…
No greater thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me you desire a fig, I answer that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen. Epictetus Behind the Roman Theatre in Arles – ‘behind’ being a relative term, in this … Continue reading Eat Figs While They’re Fresh…
On hope…
…because once we saw a fox, spiriting the furrows at honey-dusk as we biked the railway embankment along the canal du bouc running from Arles to the sea, I always keep an eye out for him if ever we return. The embankment itself (re-purposed now as a cycle path) doubles for a stretch as the … Continue reading On hope…
On Edges…
“It is never the knife’s fault.” Daniel Boulud Every day, likely several times a day, I clean my chef’s knife. I hold the blade under running water, gripping the handle firmly in my left hand, wrapping a scouring sponge around the blade with my right and sliding it back and forth until it shines – … Continue reading On Edges…
Things Past…
“Memory really matters…only if it binds together the imprint of the past and the project of the future, if it enables us to act without forgetting what we wanted to do, to become without ceasing to be, and to be without ceasing to become.” Italo Calvino …there’s this rosemary bush in the Roquette. I mean, … Continue reading Things Past…
Slow Food…
Art is the provocation for talking about enigma and the search for sense in human life. One can do that by telling a story or writing about a fresco by Giotto or studying how a snail climbs up a wall. — John Berger …there’s this path along the Rhône, it picks up where the eastern quai ends, … Continue reading Slow Food…
