From outside my office window I have a perfect view of the Lady of the Magnificat Roman Catholic Church. It is a pleasant and comforting sight to see each day. Locals who bother to look up know about the church osprey. It becomes a regular presence as autumn approaches, as it roosts on the church steeple cross – sometimes keeping an eye out for prey – other times enjoying a fish dinner. I remember first seeing it as a juvenile a few summers back, being instructed to wait there by its mother as she hunted for their meal. This week the osprey made its return, but I can see from a distance it is not the same bird. It looks young, and waits patiently. The church has a new guardian, and the circle of life continues.
Working with Megan Wallace and her father, Dana, has been great. She smoothly and efficiently found me the timeline, price, and right kind of buyer for my beloved 1924 house. I’m also comforted in knowing that the new owners are able to appreciate (and plan on maintaining) the integrity of this original Fire Island style property.
Art has returned to the walls of the Ocean Beach Historical Society after a year’s absence and a well-attended reception held on the evening of July 17 was evidence that people were happy to celebrate it. The exhibition features the work of photographer Robert Sherman and the assemblage sculptures of Brian Norris.
It used to be that, as a musician, I’d do my most focused writing and practicing when nobody needed anything from me, before the crack of dawn. Strong coffee and something personally important to do were all that was required. Now I just want to photograph the sunrise.
Opening reception Saturday, July 17, 2021 at 7 p.m.
Hours Thursday-Monday 10 a.m.- 2p.m. & 7 -10 p.m.
This event has been sponsored by the Ocean Beach Community Fund.
“If all is important, nothing’s important,” an art school instructor once told me. His words were prudent. But decades later I realized the inverse is also true – for if nothing is important – well nothing is important. If we don’t acknowledge the milestones, pass on the celebration, and fail to take notice of all that is special, life’s canvas becomes quite bland.
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