Isn't this just a delightful picture? I could look at it all day.
Two African American girls playing with yarn and knitting needle at a Harlem playground, ca. 1950-1970, by Florence Ward. From the Prints and Photographs Division of the Library of Congress [LC-USZ62-122105 (45)], via LC's exhibitions page.
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To me, what's even harder than remembering to consider the sadness of the world in the midst of my own comfort and insulation is remembering to consider the happiness of the world in the midst of remembering its sadness. It's equally real and undeniable, if more evanescent and less ubiquitous.
That's where friends come in. :-D
True, Renee, I think that's why I love those little girls so much. You're right, Margaret--and I think too often I make the mistake of thinking that sadness needs me, while happiness will look after itself.
Sharing the little girl love.
That picture reminds me of my childhood, in a very good way.
Your page is interesting, so far. i do like the wondering mind and soul of it. How can you diferentate one species from another. I'm sure we aren't beautiful to snakes, and why don't you like cats , they have fur like dogs, seem to fly as they leep as birds... are you afraid of them ? The art was beautiful, I don't like dogs, but I have 2 reasons; attacked as a child from full grown male german shepard. Later as a young adult from a mixwd breed rock, shepard . I fear them and don't trust the owners. Love the human aspects running wild, from subject to subject.
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