Still Love Left

The lady on the left is Fatinha, our - amazingly kind - landlady. Insists on ironing the pillowcases for our next visitors and then apologizes for bothering us. After lunch, she asked whether we drank coffee, and then took us to what will be, I guess, our local café - about fifty metres away. The men had already been - we met them as they left.

Chose this photo because of today's poem - "Rembrandt's Late Self-Portraits", by Elizabeth Jennings:

...
             You make light drift
The way you want. Your face is bruised and hurt
But there is still love left.

Love of the art and others. ...

(As usual, would like to copy out the whole poem, but aware that most read many blips and have little time.)

For those with more time... been reflecting today on how being positive for Blip can give a rather more rosy than realistic picture of my life. I do actively search for beauty wherever I am, and deliberately focus on the positive - but any life - including mine, has "the sadness and the joy", as this poem goes on to say...