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Wes Anderson Style in Rome near Piazza Verbano

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Easter Sunday

One would never know by looking at a peach pit that there’s a tree inside of it. But there is and that’s why I always throw my pits in a pot. As a result, I have a peach tree growing on my balcony.

Seagulls and our cat, Volver, have attacked my main flower box so the other morning when I went to clean up their mess, I discovered a sprouted peach seed.

In every seed, there’s hope.

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Related: The Power of Pits  

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The Aspirin Tree

Weeping Willow, Villa Ada

Not far from our house is Villa Ada, the largest park in Rome second only to Villa Pamphili. Located in the north-eastern part of Rome, it has a surface of 180 hectares/450 acres and is covered with vegetation native to the area. Twenty percent of the park is covered with many different kinds of trees such as umbrella pine, oak, laurel, elm, maple and poplar. There’s even a lovely Weeping Willow. And this willow does more than just weep.

For more than 3500 years, willow bark has been used as a traditional medicine. Within the willow bark is salicin, the same salicin that’s used for making aspirin.

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Spring

mint & variegated lettuce

from my balcony container garden…

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Bonsai & Broom

yellow

I live in a condominium that’s wrapped around a meticulously kept central courtyard. To leave the complex, I must pass in front of a ledge holding a neat row of cacti and bonsai. Very Zen. But right below the plants is a yellow broom leaning up against the wall, bristles up. When I first noticed it, I assumed that the concierge had simply forgotten to put the broom in its place. But, subsequentialy, every day when I left the building, the scene was always the same. Now, after years of leaving here, I’m so accustomed to the broom under the ledge that I would miss it if it were to vanish. Because now, for me, it’s like a painting hanging on the wall.

Aesthetics is a form of perception.

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“You don’t take a photograph, you make it.” Ansel Adams

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