A recursive picture
A recursive picture of me, taken by my high-school friend K, from our reunion a couple of months ago.
I am in here.
A recursive picture of me, taken by my high-school friend K, from our reunion a couple of months ago.
Posted via email from Patti’s posterous The flowers were so beautiful that I had to take a picture of them. However, holding an iPhone steady is not always easy. I didn’t know the picture was this blurry until I saw it on the blog. Sorry.
It’s been a lovely week up here in Chautauqua NY, sunny and just warm enough for comfort. Some of our friends are driving up to join us today, and Peter and his friends arrived last night around midnight. So, of course, I wake to the sound of thunder in the distance. I expect the patter … Continue reading Rain on a Saturday.
He could have placed streetlamps along all the pathways of wisdom, but then there would be no journey. Who would discover the secret passages, the hidden treasures, if all of us homed in straight for our destination? — Reb Menachem Mendel Schneerson Posted via web from Patti’s posterous