god bless america?

Higher Ground International in South Providence serves Rhode Island’s elderly immigrants from West Africa

how fortunate I am to be able to visit Barrington House, a group home run by Thrive Behavioral Health

who would have thought that we would one day have markers telling us where to stand while waiting to enter a bank?

Nora and I on a photo safari in search of Black Lives Matter art downtown Providence

it is a rather striking structure, isn’t it?

seen on entrance ramp to I-95 North in Cranston

Rhode Island Angel of Hope and Strength, the free, downloadable design Shepard Fairey ( Barack Obama HOPE poster graphic artist from RISD) created for the state, debuted on April 25 as part of the new RI Arts initiative.

ah, the good old days of big ol’ American cars….

not feeling good about this flag right now.

to be solitary does not necessarily imply isolation

recording video with Foundation CEO/President today to announce new date for annual meeting

these stones mark the place where we buried one of the baby robins today. I know this sounds crazy but we are mourning the loss of this robin — we watched as the nest was built, we watched the mother sitting on the nest every day for two weeks, and then we watched as the four baby robins hatched and stuck their little heads up for two or three weeks being fed by the adults. And now one of them has died — right in front of us today, it literally fell over and took its last breath. It was devastating. These robins were a metaphor for hope during my at-home isolation during COVID-19.

the Port of Providence, seen from I-95

Kaicie graduated from CCRI today — virtually, that is. This girl is going somewhere, assuming she channels all of this energy into the right places!

playing outside has become a different experience for children and parents

I’m so excited — my mini tiller arrived today. I thought it would come in an assembled state….

happy birthday

During this isolation, I have discovered my fondness for birds. Reminds me of my father, in his later years, sitting at kitchen table watching the birds and trying to identify each with his little book. He was, in a sense, also in a state of isolation.

I-95 North to Providence — chilly, rainy, grey