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#NFID23. North Farmington seniors dress to the nines for student ID photos 
The North Farmington senior ID photos have arrived.
Here's the deal: North Farmington High School
has this excellent tradition of letting seniors dress up just about
however they want for their senior ID photos.
Students dress up as TV characters, celebrities and more. The tradition has garnered national media attention over the years and has spawned copycat traditions at other schools.
I got carried away by their creativity, but there is more, here.
Small Kindnesses
I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk
down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs
to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”
when someone sneezes, a leftover
from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.
And sometimes, when you spill lemons
from your grocery bag, someone else will help you
pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other.
We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,
and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile
at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress
to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,
and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.
We have so little of each other, now. So far
from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.
What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these
fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,
have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”
down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs
to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”
when someone sneezes, a leftover
from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.
And sometimes, when you spill lemons
from your grocery bag, someone else will help you
pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other.
We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,
and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile
at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress
to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,
and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.
We have so little of each other, now. So far
from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.
What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these
fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,
have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”
Danusha Laméris, 2019
Just because ...
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| all cartoons above, by Polish artist, Poleurs. |
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6 comments:
This is a wonderfully full and thoughtful post from your striking art on war to the clever seniors (I would have had fun with that) to the small kindness quote. Very thoughtful and thought provoking. Thanks, Jacki.
Thanks, Irene! I am always flattered when you have time to stop by. I know you are busy, so I so appreciate your time and you.
These small kindnesses are so important and they most of the times matter most. We only need to appreciate them to feel much happier.
Jacki, you still have to wait for more of my pics, sorry. Today we left Meran to go to Lienz where I was born to see one of my two brothers. It was such a long but happy day. Be sure I won't forget to send them soon.
You captured the essence of war. :-)
Thanks Elenor, I am so happy for you to be having this special time. Please don't feel rushed or even obligated to send more. Have fun.
Thanks, John. I was so hungry to use color.
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