Growing up in NYC, Horn and Hardart was a landmark eating establishment that filled me with endless fascination. It was a fine-dining vending machine, with mini-casseroles and fresh-baked pies. As a kid, I couldn’t figure out how the food would keep magically reappearing in the slots.
Automat by Elliot Erwitt 1953
This morning, I got my 2nd vaccination dose. 2 weeks and counting to a hug.
Illustration by Brian Rea
The surface of Mars taken from Perseverance – NASA’s robotic rover – after its successful landing.
Now that my dog Rose is almost 16, she doesn’t sleep in the bed with me anymore. I really miss that, but it’s too big a jump down. Rose has her own cozy dog bed, which I’ve positioned on the ground at just the right angle, so I can gaze at her during the night.
“Missing Cat” by Virginia Mori