The Bridge, the Bird, the River—a Triangle of Perception

I paused on my bicycle ride across the Franklin Bridge because I spotted a small patch of white in the bare trees that I immediately recognized as a bald eagle. Far below in the Mississippi River, teams of scullers rowed downstream toward the Short Line Bridge and the Lake Street Bridge beyond that. The eagle, … Continue reading The Bridge, the Bird, the River—a Triangle of Perception

Redcoats

  The value of a human life is not diminished because there are seven and a half billion of us.  Can you remember that scene in Schindler’s List when the little girl in the red coat ambles through the black-and-white rubble of a devastated city?  She is that anonymous statistic bestowed with color, that rare … Continue reading Redcoats