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  1. Andrew McKinney
    May 24, 2018 @ 4:11 am

    A great article, Anthony ….. I concur with what you say. And try to practice it :)). I thoroughly enjoy all your articles as I follow you and your family’s travels.

    Thanks for going to places I’ll never see. And for all that you share in photos, tips and ideas/reflections.

    Warm regards
    Andrew
    Melbourne

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  2. Phil Newman
    May 26, 2018 @ 1:52 pm

    Diana and Anthony,
    I too loved this post on using silence to keep one present and finding ways to disconnect from the chaos demanding to be heard.
    It made me think of this poem by Jack Gilbert which to me reflects the kind of delight that you two have made a pillar of your life. I truly admire that you have staked your place in the world not only in your images but how you seem to manage you personal lives and how honestly you try to share your skills and vision with others. thanks so much.

    A Brief For The Defense
    Jack Gilbert

    Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
    are not starving someplace, they are starving
    somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils.
    But we enjoy our lives because that’s what God wants.
    Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not
    be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not
    be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women
    at the fountain are laughing together between
    the suffering they have known and the awfulness
    in their future, smiling and laughing while somebody
    in the village is very sick. There is laughter
    every day in the terrible streets of Calcutta,
    and the women laugh in the cages of Bombay.
    If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,
    we lessen the importance of their deprivation.
    We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
    but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
    the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
    furnace of this world. To make injustice the only
    measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.
    If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down,
    we should give thanks that the end had magnitude.
    We must admit there will be music despite everything.
    We stand at the prow again of a small ship
    anchored late at night in the tiny port
    looking over to the sleeping island: the waterfront
    is three shuttered cafés and one naked light burning.
    To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat
    comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth
    all the years of sorrow that are to come.

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  3. Emily
    May 27, 2018 @ 2:02 pm

    Wonderful writing and I agree with every word. Silence is so nourishing and soothing. There is just too much information going on around us.

    One of my favourite memories from our visit to you in Spain was going out at dawn to photograph the skies. The sounds of nature – waves, birdsong, breeze – are a perfect companion to silence too.

    I love that photo of the huge wave – magic!!

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