Thursday, August 25, 2016
I hoped to harbor some Monarchs this summer, as well. But it was a weird year: I saw no caterpillars on my Milkweed plants at all. And hardly any Monarchs in the yard. (!)
Friday, August 19, 2016
Monday, August 15, 2016
After reading the novel, I got on You Tube and viewed several lovely videos showing the production of modern, hand loomed ornamental art tapestries. The process is much like the way the tapestries were produced in the novel; of course, the studios in the modern era are large, light, airy, clean and climate controlled, so the artisans don't have to freeze in winter (since no fire could be situated near the work) or suffer from heat in summer.
Friday, August 12, 2016
If you come across a photo of loved ones, long gone, that you have never seen before, it is like seeing the people all over again. These photographs were among my late Uncle's things, his Mother (my Grandmother) in the center. A dear family friend on the left. In the group on the right, Uncle Ernie is the man on the left.
Friday, August 5, 2016
I learned that the unshakably somber mood I felt last evening was justified. Our nearly 90 year old Uncle Ernie passed away to be among his family again.
The photo above, likely from 1928 by his apparent age, shows him on my Mother's lap, flanked by 6 year old fraternal twin sisters. Lots of wonderful memories and beautiful photos and a few descendants remain. So passes time; may all rest in peace.
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Typical verdant scene from a bridge along the Cedar River in Iowa.
Since the visit to the Denver Art Museum in September, I'm obsessed with Masks. The oldest one in this group: this one, so simpl...
Halloween photo is not mine; borrowed from Facebook post of neighbor's daughter! Starting to read more non-fiction, I happened on a...
The Pacific waves were strong that day, the sound of water smashing and crashing, mixed with the fizzy noise of a trillion tiny bubbles bu...
I wonder if this barn is still standing. Northern Minnesota in the Autumn. Rare photos of my late sister-in-law, Jane with her lo...