Wednesday, October 24, 2007

a Flickr treasure!

Tuesday, October 23, 2007


colors, originally uploaded by subhasish.

I love this gorgeous photograph of a little girl at the Festival of Colors.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Island of Tortola

Today autumn arrived in a chilly gust! The high temp was 54. Brrr. I'm an island girl. Tortola is where I belong. It was 84 there today. I'll be back, sweet island. Wait for me.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

the purposeful life...

So, I admit it is still warm here (hot, actually) and the leaves are barely turning, but I have determined that I will not be ass-kicked by fall OR winter this year. How absurd is it to hate half of the year (well, a tad less here in Texas)? Nope, no more. I will f'ing embrace the bleak months ahead. Last winter's brush with the grim reaper did indeed open my eyes. Every day is a gift... cliche? Yep... but truer than true. Not to mention I have some very adorable winter clothes... and boots. Boots are good. So, bring it!

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Lantern Festival 2007

Who the hell is Will Shortz anyway?

NOT my puzzle!

Tuesday, October 16, 2007 10 - 11:30 pm
Fifty million Americans work crossword puzzles each week, many
in the venerable New York Times, where Will Shortz has been
editor for 12 years. "Wordplay" presents an entertaining and
informative look at Shortz' work and that of the puzzle
constructors with whom he collaborates. This portrait features
interviews with celebrity crossword solvers, including Bill
Clinton, Bob Dole, Jon Stewart, Ken Burns, the Indigo Girls and
others. (CC, Stereo)

Monday, October 15, 2007

Snow White & Seven Dwarfs

That Snow White is one lucky dame!

Sunday sunrise in the 'burbs

Oh, this Texas sky is such a wonder!

Flickr Frida

Flickr Frida, originally uploaded by Sea Dream Studio.

Flickr is chock-full-o-Frida!

Saturday, October 13, 2007

And what is life and living?

And what is life and living?, originally uploaded by Paula Wirth.

So now I know.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

fountain on the Plaza Kansas City, Mo.

KC was really wonderful. It is a very art-y city. There are endless galleries. We visited the Kemper and Nelson Museums. It fed my soul to have a weekend of art!!!

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

flickr hearts

flickr hearts, originally uploaded by Sea Dream Studio.

a gathering of Flickr hearts

Monday, October 08, 2007

Artemis chides the night

Single Star Dawn, originally uploaded by thepres6.

Peel away this smooth silver bark, my love.
I have hidden my white flesh beneath
and there it waits unblemished.
You have plucked from me the myths
of mercy and salvation, purged my lips
of psalms and atonement. There are lilies
instead, sprung like egrets from your palms.

My prayers are sent on their wings,
parchment scrolls rolled tight and slipped
between the milky shafts of blanched feathers.
All of my pale promises are yours now,
given in the snow white hours. I want you
blinded by the silent brilliance of my body

hung before you like a new sail, empty
but for the want of wind. All of this I offer-
the gulf that shimmers between us,
morning’s reliable hunger for the sky,
every windowpane that catches the October moon.
I lift my arms, brittle as the aspen branches

found fallen after the wind. In this way you see me
as nothing except what you disdain,
a yawning chasm with walls of chalk
and thirst. I am not afraid to grow
dim in your eyes. I have lodged my radiance
in a borrowed star. You can not begin
to comprehend how much you love me.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

going to Kansas City...

Tomorrow Kate, Heidi and I are heading due north to KC, Mo. to visit Kate's boyfriend, Ryan. He attends Kansas City Art Institute. The best thing, besides seeing Ryan, is First Fridays. Artists in the Crossroads community keep their studios open into the evening. Approximately 60 galleries and studios make their home in the Crossroads. I can't wait to check this out! The weather should be perfect from strolling from gallery to gallery.

We'll be back late Sunday.

ROAD TRIP here I come!!!!


She assembles the shrine
on her back porch-
sugar skulls, marigolds,
votives, photographs
a bowl of tomatoes, coffee beans,
his Fitzgerald translation of the Rubaiyat.
There is a slender stack of letters
mostly from London and the Prado
postcard book filled with Goyas and da Riberas.
Finally she lays down the calf-skin gloves
that still remember the shape of his hands,
still curve as if they long to hold her.

Winter waits now beyond the fat round moon,
whispers through leaves that haven’t fallen.
Seven autumns have come and gone-
still she waits for the promised release.
The gifts of time and forgetting
slip through her fingers once more
with every orange petal she drops,
a pathway laid from the altar
to call his spirit home,
down the steps and across the yard.
Where to stop? Where to stop?

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

I remember...

when sugar wasn't a bad word...