I’m trying hard to see beauty in the world today, but my heart is heavy and my mind finds it all rather futile. Fall is my favorite season, yet so far all I see is death and destruction… and the stubborn will of some to keep going despite the odds, to find beauty, to bloom where they are planted and to do so in adverse conditions.
Keep championing the cause for the downtrodden. Give hope to those who have no hope. The one who receives your encouragement might be struggling more than you know.
Even Eyeore and Puddleglum need a pep talk now and then.
My dad chose to retire far from family and is now in an Assisted Living home. I’m visiting him in Arizona this weekend, something I do twice a year. One of the things we do together is look at photos on my laptop computer. He gets to travel vicariously through my pictures and today you do, too.
The Seattle Space Needle reflected in a gazing ball outdoors in the Chihuly Glass Garden.
Back in August, SuperDad and I met up with son#3 in Seattle for a day of playing tourist. Visiting Chihuly Garden and Glass had been on my wishlist for a long time and I love the pictures I was able to take there.
reflections from Dale Chihuly’s basket phase
These beautiful glass sculptures are the artwork of Dale Chihuly. As such, I cannot use the photographs I have taken and sell them on cards at the farmers’ market.
This glass sculpture rests on a reflective surface and brings to mind a fountain from the sea.
Close-up of the “sea fountain” sculpture
I’ve got over 250 photographs from my time at Chihuly Garden and Glass. Not all of them are great, but I’ll attempt to do a better job of sharing the best of them with you. If I can’t sell them, at least I can share the beauty, right?
How do you decide what to share and what to keep to yourself? Are there any rules you wish you could break?
Twenty-eight years ago, on Saturday the fifth of March, there were flowers and blown glass swans on top of a tiered cake. Family and friends wished us well as we drove off in an old pick-up truck in the rain. Together we have bought 11 vehicles, driven thousands upon thousands of miles, moved 11 times, purchased 3 different houses (and sold 2 of them), and raised 4 children.
Today is also Saturday the fifth of March. We are expecting rain much of the day and I’m sure we’ll stay home, but it will be a day of quiet contentment.
“Yo Deerie! Looking good! “… “buck off.” My dh is the occasional cartoonist.
And then I opened this gift box to discover 3 cleanbottles to add to my collection.
Apparently he was inspired by my picking up of an empty blue beer bottle on a Thanksgiving Walk, because he found three more of those blue beer bottles on his own scrounging through the neighborhood. (He promises me that he didn’t dig through anyone’s recycling bin… not that I am against such a concept!)
Why yes, I havebeen buying Auslese and Spätlese for the blue bottles saving blue bottles whenever I find them.
Blue Bottle Tree
After several years of listening to me wax poeticbeg endlessly talk about my desire for a bottle tree, SuperDad arranged with a friend to weld some steel and re-bar into my wonderful Christmas gift!
O Bottle Tree! O Bottle Tree! How lovely are your branches!