Once upon a time the public stage was an open place to see and be seenSometime the being seen was without a particular message. Maybe one’s presence expressed support? Maybe it expressed a watchfulness.There is information available from body language and the context in which it is thrown downThere are means, within the physical space, even if it is not your turn to be heard to be heard.
Now there are all forms of electronic meetings. Have they increased accessibility? Have they increased effective citizen participation in governance?
Sophie died five years ago today. We’d been on our morning walk. Back at the house she died.
She lay in state for the day in her nest next to the window.Friends came to visit, say one last goodbye. Tears were shed.Sophie went the distance, she was almost 16.We buried her at sunset, planted a quercus robur on top her grave.This photo was taken November 17, 2015, the last made while she was alive.
I find vultures in their contemplative mode particularly companionable. Hanging out with vultures is not threatening like being sized up by a large alligator. Sure, vultures are carrion birds, but until you are carrion, they are good company. They are quiet. They stretch their wings. They are expert at finding the best seats in the house.
