“What can be said of a society that pays more attention to a chirp from a smart phone than from a bird?”
I was in Boston this week helping my nephew replace a door in his home that leads to a small balcony. It is on the second floor so it is at treetop level.
As we worked the door way was open and his cat came out onto the balcony to lie in the sun. Immediately a flock of blue jays started flying about in the trees and squalking their alarm at the sudden predator in their midst.
This carried on for 5 minutes or so. The city people nearby went on about their business taking no notice. Nobody paused to look up and see what all the commotion was about. None heard the distress call.
It made me stop and consider how narrow our awareness can be. Can you hear a cry for help in a different language? Verbal or otherwise? From a non-human? From nature?
This new painting SOS , is recently completed. It is an image of the U.S. Coast Guard station on the Outer Cape near Provincetown, Massachusetts. I was there as a hurricane spun by 50 miles offshore bringing heavy surf and high wind with bands of torrential rain. This station is a beacon of calm and hope in a raging storm. It exists to hear distress calls….and answer them.
Roger Vincent Jasaitis 
For some reason, I have trouble every time posting my comments here even after I’ve logged in and “liked”. What I did say in a comment that wasn’t accepted is: I think you made a great observation, Roger, and one that is sadly true.
Tomorrow I’m flying out to visit Kathy, Bri and the kids.
Love, Ginger
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Thanks, your comment came through. Safe travels!
Also, Rog, I love the painting.
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Did Kyle hear it? Beautiful painting.
I believe I mentioned to Kyle about the birds, but then, he was very busy with the hammer and chisel.
Wait! Was that a cry for help? Nah just Miss Jane at my feet. Beautiful painting and locale. I swear I know this place and your reference to a hurricane makes me think we shared it together. Either way; thank you.
Yes, you were there.
Thoughtful observation Roger, and a spectacular painting. Provincetown used to be lovely when I was a child. Thanks.