Saturday: Cleaned the kitchen and a rather filthy and malodorous refrigerator, liberating a myriad of ill used condiments and forgotten foods. Made focaccia and smoky roasted red pepper and tomato stew with garbanzo beans, delicious. Enjoyed a beautiful light That warmed us all. Sunday: Got up early, to more gorgeous
Hello beautiful. A Cooper’s Hawk, I think, come for breakfast. In this yard, everyone eats.
Like flowers next to a stone wall, early are the blooms. The sweetness a reminder that everything will warm and turn and scent our lives for the better, however fleeting the moment. Colleen Sohn
The life of a writer is hardly glamorous. I spend the majority of my time home and mostly alone, wrapped in sweatpants and down vests. Which is kind of silly, considering what a chatterbox and clotheshorse I can be. But, despite my gregarious nature and a sincere love for garments of all varieties, I most [...]
Pancho’s Bullet Cora met Pancho Villa when she was eight years old, at a party with her father, somewhere near her childhood home and the site of a great battle between his army and the Americans. The reason for her attendance, and more importantly, her father’s, a long unsolved mystery. She often wondered if sh
To live in hearts we leave behind, Is not to die. Thomas Campbell
Well, here it is, our Mary Poppins bathroom, practically perfect in every way. Remember that? I think it was written on her measuring tape. I finally got the art on the walls and had halfway decent light. It only took six months, nearly to the day, since the whole project started, but getting all the [...]
Without meaning to, this week I watched two films (or fil-ums as I once read in an Irish novel) that involved the murder of a child. What the h-e-double-hockey-stick kind of coincidence is that, anyway? Despite the rather gloomy subject matter, they were quite good and had me rapt. In Bruges, takes place in, you’ll [.
The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it. Through violence you may murder the liar, but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth. Through violence you may murder the hater, but you do not [...]
I do not know to whom these boxer shorts belong, save some faceless young man with no fear of exposing his drawers. It may be slightly redundant to say that I quite like them, having taken a photo on the sly and all, neat cassette tapes and fond memories of days before digital. The beautiful [...]
Our girl Paris is almost seventeen and still tears around the house like a kitten. Every day she brings us, with great fanfare – a wild chorus of meows and yelps, one of her toys, usually a mouse. She is a giant fluff of beauty, sass, and sweetness. Even after thirteen years together, they are [...]
When I was a sophomore in high school, I camped out for U2 tickets with my friend Dionne and a boy named Ed, a boy I had never previously met, a friend of a friend, who had a camper, and was as eager for good seats as we were. We met at my house the [...]
An old love visited me in a dream recently and is now happily ensconced in my conscious, walking beside me, gazing across a crowded room, and every once in a while, if I listen very closely, he whispers something in my ear, though I don’t understand the words. The hubster and I talked about it [...]
Nothing like a bit of sweat and Jim Morrison singing “L.A. Woman” to get the demons out, whatever they may be! Not very visible in the frame is Milo, sleeping on a cushion on the floor. I love the strange juxtaposition, and how neither cat seems terribly interested in me dancing like a madwoman just [...]
Architecture is frozen music. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe … Hey brother, Happy Birthday!
Happy Monday! We’re traveling all over the map today, no clear post topic winner, save the photos. This is my friend Rob, remember him? Luckily and quite thankfully, business brings him to the City of Roses a couple of times a year, and we have fun adventures that often include photography. This last time [...]
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars. Og Mandino
Well, here we are gentle readers, 2012, and it feels quite lovely, I must say. Last year was such a wild and wonderful year for us, with so very many changes, most of them good, but some happily left to molder in the scribbly annals of 2011. As for this year, it’s on track [...]
Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh … without destroying that moment. Anais Nin
I am not a fan of Formula One racing, the mind numbing sound of high powered automobiles traveling on winding, swirling, looping tracks of asphalt and concrete. I’m afraid I land on quite the opposite end of the spectrum, the kill joy who watches in horror as I contemplate environmental degradation through the exces
When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far. Lucy Maud Montgomery
Hello dear readers, How are you? Wrapped up, warm and wonderful, I hope. I am cold, despite a multitude of layers and a hat on my head. And busy, writing, revising my novel, spending days in a flurry of words and fleeting thoughts. It’s been rather lovely and satisfying, though all consuming, too. The workers
It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see. Henry David Thoreau
I believe in all that is luxe and cities kitted out in their holiday best. I believe in luminous goodness concealed in darkness, in the impossible made true, in old friends, in pride whipping the sky, and quiet roars wrapped in moonlight. I believe in this home away from home, made carefully by hand, a [...]
Art has to move you and design does not, unless it’s a good design for a bus. David Hockney
This is what my life looks like sometimes, with bi-focals. The yellow I’m working on is a cowl for me, now finished and cozy, but in need of a hat and some matching hand warmers, no fingers, so I can take pictures and be touchy-feely. I’m on the hunt for just the right patterns. I [...]
C-O-L-A cola. What is neon? Burnside! Holman’s, I do not dare. Unseen smut. Brrr…it’s cold. Portland cold, anyway, with frozen birdbaths and hoary frosted crispy lawns that look pretty in the morning light. Slippery, too, though, so please mind your step. I took these with Lori last night, a blogger
I’ve been in a jumble the whole of the week. For a myriad of reasons, I suppose, mostly of the construction variety. The unpredictability of well meaning skilled laborers tinkering and toiling in the basement. The crashing booming banging of progress and regression, two fluffy cats and two haggard humans hoping
It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare; it is because we do not dare that things are difficult. Seneca
It is in the shelter of each other that the people live. Irish Proverb … Happy Thanksgiving!