Archive for July, 2015

Feed the Birds


Mohammad’s Flowers, Lodi, Italy © Jim Korpi

“Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul’s,
The little old bird woman comes.
In her own special way to the people she calls,
‘Come, buy my bags full of crumbs.’
‘Come feed the little birds, show them you care,
And you’ll be glad if you do —
Their young ones are hungry, their nests are so bare;
All it takes is tuppence from you.’
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
‘Feed the birds,” that’s what she cries,
While overhead, her birds fill the skies.
All around the cathedral, the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares;
Although you can’t see it, you know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares.
Though her words are simple and few,
Listen, listen, she’s calling to you —
‘Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.”

– Julie Andrews, Feed the Birds, Mary Poppins

“Every so often Walt would call us up to his office on a Friday afternoon. We knew what he wanted. When we got there, he would say, ‘I just wanted to know what you boys were up to these days.’ Then he would turn around in his chair and stare out the window, like the first time we played it for him, and he would say, ‘Play it.’ And we would … And you could just see Walt thinking, ‘That’s what it’s all about, everything we do at Disney.'”- Robert Sherman, Co-writer of Feed the Birds

Welcoming Committee


High Water Prayer, Po River, Italy © Jim Korpi

“Welcome to the country,” my closest neighbor Mr. Cooley said as a silver dollar-sized piece of skin on my left hand sizzled on the exhaust of the lawn mower he was trying to convince me to buy. Prior to this sales pitch, he pointed out how important it was to keep the property mowed.
Another neighbor pulled up our dirt driveway on his Harley Davidson, complete with saddle bags, the modern cowboy.
“If you don’t mow you’ll have to worry about these,” he warned as he pulled a quart-sized mason jar from his brown leather saddle bag and handed it to me. Coiled at the bottom of the transparent trap was the golden body of a young copperhead snake whose head was perched high and eyes were following every movement that surrounded him. “I keep a few of these in my freezer.”
From the front porch I watch as the yellow finches land on the seed heads of waist-high grass and balance themselves in the sway of their weight and the wind. They peck at the grass between their feet like a hungry farmer at a warm ear of corn. At dusk the pale grass comes alive with the flashing of a civilization of fireflies.

People in Your Neighborhood


News on the Tracks of Milano Centrale, Milan, Italy © Jim Korpi

When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ — Fred Rogers

Fourth of July


Counting Points, Horseshoes, New Hampshire © Jim Korpi

American Professional, Genuine Forged Steel, 2.5 pounds.
The sound a horseshoe makes hitting the steel rod at the other end of 40 feet is as old as the stone walls that surround his land.
“The tallest trees are the ones along the property lines,” he says after throwing his horseshoe and looking down the fieldstone wall of granite that runs off into the woods.