To the woman and child who sat at table 9

Empathy in action

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I did not introduce myself to you. My name is Tony Posnanski. I have been a restaurant manager for fifteen years now.

My day consists of making sure my restaurant runs well. That could mean washing dishes, cooking and sometimes even serving tables. I have also dealt with every guest complaint you can imagine.

A few weeks back you came into my restaurant. I was very busy that night. I was running around helping the kitchen cook food. I was asked to talk to a table close to yours. I did and they said your child was being very loud. I heard some yelling while I was talking to that table. I heard a very loud beep from a young girl.

I started to walk to your table. You knew what I was going to ask. You saw the table I just spoke to pointing at you. I got to…

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Photography Master Ansel Adams: A Documentary Film 2002

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This shot captures the depth and reflection nature offers whether through redwood or mountain, water or desert, silence or birdsong. We might have lost the National Parks in California’s Sierras without Ansel Adams. This American Experience presentation about Adams provides an hour well spent in nature and creative expression. Thank you to PIPA Fine Art for posting it.

Photography Master: Ansel Adams “Photography is really perception, the analytic interpretation of things as they are. The medium true power comes not by evading reality but embracing it.̶…

Source: Photography Master Ansel Adams: A Documentary Film 2002

 

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If Bird

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You would be my loon

calling long past light,

my mourning dove, my

sweetest finch flashing

sun from black as night.

 

If my bird you were I’d

feed you nectar from my

palm and plant thick trees

for you to rest and nest until

I could transform my arms

and hands to feathered limbs—

our hearts remade as song.

 

Thank you to the editors of The Tishman Review for first publishing this poem.

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