good old fashioned snow day

good old fashioned snow day

school has been cancelled for today. i seem to recall walking 27 miles of barbed wire. having a cobra snake for a necktie. walking to my little house on the roadside, made out of rattlesnake hide. kids these days…

winter branches with seed husks

  • Carol Sommers says:
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  • Carol says:

    My comment didn’t go – it was a string of laughs- anyway, i can remember walking to school in similar conditions

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a puff of breeze

a puff of breeze

i decided this tiger lily looks like a limp flag, a little puff of breeze has just caused one corner of it to flap lazily. next week, we hit 25 below here in minnesota. for some reason, i’m thinking of summer breezes. coincidence. surely.

dried tiger lily flower

  • Carol says:

    As and old NYC lady once told me on a cold day: youse bundle !

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  • Kimbersew says:

    This looks to me like a lady in boots throwing the end of a spotted scarf over her shoulder. Stepping out into the weather-

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virtual and real

virtual and real

today i visited with two friends in flesh and blood, whom i met via this most insubstantial medium of the internet. it was a meeting made up of chicken soup and tea and cheese and good bread and gifts and laughing about hard things. it was anything but insubstantial.

dried chrysanthemum

 

 

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intentionally randomized random intentionality

intentionally randomized random intentionality

when is something just right? sometimes it never is. sometimes it almost is, over the course of a dozen not-quites. sometimes it’s just so right, right away. i have some techniques, to get compositions to bend to my vision. but most often, i arrange, then disarrange, then arrange some more, then add material, then take material away, then give the table a little bump with my hip, then move a few stems a few millimeters each with the tip of a pinky finger, and at that point, sometimes i decide it’s just right, or close enough, and sometimes i start over from scratch. it is decidedly unglamorous. especially when the light is fading and you can smell the garlic sauteeing in the kitchen because it’s time to think about dinner. still, it’s an artist’s life. it’s what i signed up for. i’m not ready to hand back my ticket.

 

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fingers crossed

fingers crossed

tomorrow my husband starts his annual odyssey through the 12 weeks of tax season. he will be seeing seven people a day, six or seven days a week, until the end of april. it is a time of quiet for me, without my playmate all day, but also a strangely busy stretch, because he does one big thing, while i do all the many little things around the house. i have a couple of ideas about how i want to use my time. fingers crossed that dishes, soccer commutes, grocery store stockups, and two meals a day don’t swallow me up completely. here we go.

lily of the valley leaves in winter

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