Fire has been devastating this summer, and it’s only July 1. But even before the conflagration in Colorado over the past weeks, I came across this item while on a walk. It lay in the street next the sidewalk. My curiosity is piqued: what could possibly have led to this? If you have any thoughts, please let me know. Frankly, I shudder to think…
“Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news:
‘I have seen the Lord!’ ” (John 20:18)
Chartres Cathedral Stained Glass, Passion of Christ Window (c.1150): Mary Magdalene
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I just took a walk. Looking out on the brown hills I marveled at the warm temperature, the blue sky, the sound of robins. Then my gaze fell to the ground around my feet and, lo, there were sprigs of green grass! I almost dropped to my knees in gratitude. I confess that those tan, taupe, gray shades of winter do little to inspire me, but throw in the thousand shades of green that are emerging, a dab of purple, a blob of yellow and I’m a happy gal.
Thank you for the wonders of emerging life. Hope comes with color.
Wishing you joy, light and peace.
On thanksgiving Kenzie and I had a blast drawing hand turkeys. See what you think…
Mine…
Kenzie’s…
Gobble! Gobble!
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The last tomatoes of the year are just as tasty as the first!
It’s amazing how much variation there is, isn’t it? Today it was in the low 70’s…and I hope it stays like this!
On Saturday we visited the exhibit at the Arvada Center, Harencia Milenaria: Contemporary Ceramics from Tonalá, Jalisco, México.  There were also two very dynamic collections of paintings.
The work in this photo is called “Didáctica” by Barro Bruñido.
I was reminded looking at these burnished pots of the developmental sequence and how the potter forms the clay…which pot are you?
This was outside the art museum in Portland, OR. We were reminded of the laundry we sometimes saw strung outside of city high rises in France…or kites flying in the breeze…what do you see?
I’m not the only one at my house that likes to watch the goldfinches. Good thing there is a door between.
Early this summer I took a handful of the sunflower seeds from the bag that I use to fill the bird feeder and dropped them into the dirt-filled flower pot next to the back door; in just a few days they sprouted. I wondered how tall the stalks might get as they seemed to head straight for the blue sky. Then the buds formed and the lanky stalks began to list groundward so I strung them to a stake. Everyday the thirsty plants demanded a gallon of water wilting pathetically as a visual reprimand if I neglected them. Now the flowers are packed with seeds identical to their siblings in the feeder, the leaves are yellowing and dropping to the deck; the plants have completed their life cycle.
But wait…
There is one last obligation in the circle of life–to tempt the creatures of the neighborhood with those tasty seeds in an effort to spread the gene pool. Success! Here are two visitors: a goldfinch crunching seeds in situ and a squirrel who prefers to nip the flowers from the stalk and escape to a distant post to consume the booty.
This was in a series of these large sculptures low to the ground…here are the others…
…no idea what inspired them, but they are cool, aren’t they?
This is a Google Map of the home of Jacques Lacan, the famous French psychoanalyst. We stumbled upon this address when we were in Paris back in 2002 and were dumbfounded to see the plaque since husband was a big fan. He asked me this morning if we had a picture of the plaque and I thought I took a photo but despite many minutes of pawing around in boxes and photo album couldn’t put my hand on it. So, I tried Googling “Lacan plaque Paris”. The first link was on Wikimedia which showed the plaque (out of context) and the address; I then put the address into Google Maps…et voilà !! You can see where it is on the street, can zoom in to read the plaque, then continue walking down to where we stopped for coffee at a café. Hmmm, that’s the place I learned never to request a large coffee…it came in a cup the size of a mixing bowl! I’m betting the waiter is still laughing about l’americaine…
Oh, you are asking why husband was wondering if we took a photo, it was for a blog post he was writing. An hour later, here I am…but I learned something new so it was all worth it!
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