Saturday mornings were made for farmers markets. I was surrounded by crisp fall air, sounds of the waves crashing on the rocks from the lake and the bustle of people their dogs and cloth bags. I really wasn’t sure what to get from the farmers today. There was no recipe in mind or even aContinue reading “Started with a pickle “
Author Archives: John Chianelli, Writer
Where the end becomes the beginning
A Triolet…from the end to the beginning.
En garde!
Me, my camera and how I see the world. Classical Fencing Society @ Marquette University. Milwaukee, Wisconsin DancePartners
Duplicity
Me, my camera and how I see the world Ponte Vecchio Bridge Florence, Italy Mirror
Smooth as glass
Me, my camera and how I see the world Arno River, Florence Italy Mirror
Snowy White Owl
I was visting my friend Craig this weekend who is an art collector. He has a vast collection of art, collectables and pottery. This rare vase is part of his Ephraim Pottery Collection. Snowy White Owl is 1 of 5 in the country. This arts and craft movement pottery is made in Wisconsin. Named afterContinue reading “Snowy White Owl”
Childhood trauma leads to lifelong chronic illness — so why isn’t the medical community helping patients?
Originally posted on ACEs Too High:
When I was twelve, I was coming home from swimming at my neighbor’s dock when I saw an ambulance’s flashing lights in our driveway. I still remember the asphalt burning my feet as I stood, paralyzed, and watched the paramedics take away my father. It was as if I…
Happy Birthday in Heaven…
Originally posted on TEMENOS CIRCLE:
I was talking to my Mom today and she told me a story about her sister Dolores. Today is Aunt Dolores’s birthday. Birthdays were very important to Aunt. We have close to 100 family members in our family and her goal in her life was to remember every last one…
Fire fly nights
It was a hot summer night last evening. The sky clearly bright with stars and the smell of clean humid almost fall-hinted air. In the distance small flashes of light scattered around the backyard which was filled with the smell of barbecue from my neighbors grill. The sweet smell of barbecue sauce on meat sparkedContinue reading “Fire fly nights”
Saturday summer mornings…
Simple…Appreciate the who and what is all around you in the moment. This is how I try and spend my Saturday mornings, finding peace, something colorful and a moment when I can thank God for all he has made possible in my life. Me, my camera and how I see the world. Milwaukee Wisconsin, 2016Continue reading “Saturday summer mornings…”
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