March 2017

Before we sink too deep into March, here is last year’s in proverbial twelve pictures for my Calendar 2017 in the making.

It was not spent far away from home, just as February wasn’t. (Whereas January was all over the place.) But I don’t need to go far to be enveloped by nature waking up to spring.

There was much staring in the distance, just as last night when I was watching the entire Oscars for some reason, only to find out the best reason to stick around till the end: Eddie Vedder was to perform last.

Find someone who looks at you the way Eddie Vedder looks at Meryl Streep #Oscars pic.twitter.com/uQOVGK0EBp

— Josh Hill (@jdavhill) March 5, 2018

At first I read this wrong: as if Meryl is looking at Eddie on the stage this way. 🙂 Then I spotted him behind her.

He did a Tom Petty song no less, to accompany images of those who died last year.

Oh, if someone told me when I was 21 that this was what history held, such an event counting on him to stir emotions where before there were few, I’d kick them in the shins with my Doc Martens. Alas, as another tweet says:

OMG! Eddie Vedder not looking like a hippie anymore. It’s official, we should all be grown up now, everybody.

— Juliana Castro V. (@juliacastrov) March 5, 2018

And yet, if at least half of the people who watched yesterday are listening to Pearl Jam today, the world is suddenly a much better place. And I will be doing just that in June, in Rome, live.

But this was last March, Tom was still alive, as were Chris and some other people, beasties and plants were waking up and it was glorious to be alive as most usually is.

Happy family by the lagoon.

In hiding.

Always the first.

As the night comes.

King of Maremma. 🙂

Good colour for the eyes.

“Busted down the pretext”

Spot the aviator.

“Fishing forbidden”. They are tourists and don’t speak the language.

“Sinks himself deep, can’t touch the bottom…”

March: These violets are in exactly the same spot this year but not nearly as happy. Recent snow was a surprise. Our condominium.

March: This is how it goes: back to spring.