abandoned art

this nest, with two eggs,  has been sitting on my piano since spring. it was a a gift from my walking partner and best friend since college, kristin. the unfortunate mama robin made the nest in the light beside kristin’s front door–the main and busy entry to her home. eventually, mama got scared off, and never came back. so the nest became a melancholy gift to STILL. i know from experience those eggs won’t hold up forever (i never emptied them). eventually they will deteriorate. but in the meantime, i will leave it on my piano like the ephemeral art they are. thank you mama robin. i hope you have made more babies.

robin nest with eggs

will you walk into my parlor…

…said the spider to the fly. ’tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.

red pine needles

tea leaves

i am going to bed not knowing. i can’t read the tea leaves. i will wake up and make a cup of tea. and, with joy or with sorrow, i will make another still blog, and resign myself to four years of whatever my compatriots have voted for. it is the only way to stay sane.

goldenrod leaves

indic writing

i have been on the lookout for asemic writing in nature. throughout the day, i keep my eyes peeled for calligraphic squiggles and swirls. these goldenrod leaves look like an ancient script to me. out of curiosity i pulled my image into google image search to see what good thought it might look similar to. to my great and pleasant surprise, it returned with “indic writing”! i had to google indic, of course. i learned that it means: “relating to or denoting the group of Indo-European languages comprising Sanskrit and the modern Indian languages that are its descendants”. i was pretty pleased with my intuitive writing, harkening all the way back to sanskrit. perhaps in a prior life i was a young indian maiden…

goldenrod leaves

soft neutrals

we had high winds last night, so the last of the fall leaves have fallen here in minnesota. therefore today marks the official transition from the saturated primary colors of fall to the the soft neutrals of winter. pinch me. this is my favorite STILL season. bring it on!

tall grass