A li’l bit more Evanston
While walking up Chicago Avenue in Evanston the other day, I found this delightful sculpture in a tiny park at the corner of Grove Street.
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Then…
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…and Now:
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“What is progress and what is not?
I wish we could go back to the old closeness of the community.”
–Indira Freitas Johnson–2009
Early last evening…
…I took a short walk down the street and found this wonderful lazing iris! Oh, so graceful, isn’t it?
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Less than an hour later, while preparing dinner, I looked out my window to come upon this:
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There were huge lightning bolts intermittently (could not capture!); shortly thereafter, the storm hit here.
To you, Mother…
…and to all mothers, everywhere!
Mother’s Day 2012
Though I don’t know…
…what this is, I immediately thought:
An old-fashioned Christmas tree…with candles!
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Yesterday…
…as I was making my way home with way too many pounds of groceries slung over my shoulder, I arrived at my last bus stop…only to find the irises are blooming!
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The iris normally does not come into bloom around here (the Lake Michigan shore) until sometime in June. So…a surprise for me…and for all of you!
To all of you…
…who still have a Mother: Please treat her well and kindly; she is the only Mother you will ever have.
My own, Anastasia (a name she hated), has been gone for over thirty years. If I could have her here, for only one moment, I would tell her again, “I love you.”
Yellow roses were her favorite, the color of hope…those I placed upon her casket so very long ago….
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May all Mothers enjoy their happiest Mothers’ Day EVER!
Variegated
variegated adj. having irregular patches of colours
That definition is according to my Oxford Minireference Dictionary and Thesaurus, which I keep in the first cubbyhole in my computer desk (one can never know when one requires a definition…of life).
I found this luscious tree while walking yesterday…I’ve walked this street many times in the past five years, and never noticed it…until now:
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“Pinkish“
I have no idea, dear warm tree
As to your name
Your identity in the world of Flora
I will simply
Give you a new name
“Pinkish”
Sister Caroline from high school
Loved that word
And used it with disdain
to describe many things that were not
“Pinkish”
Yesterday, dear warm tree,
You enveloped my lens and me
For that, I thank you
“Pinkish”
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Are you happy?
John Hartford was.
I am pretty happy, myself, because this is the man who ‘taught’ me, without knowing he taught, I could write, photograph, design…do pretty much what I wanted…back in 1966. For these past 48 years, I’ve done so much to re-create beauty…at least, I think?
I look back and see so much more that John (I worked with him once) showed me of life…and I am so very thankful!
Gentle on my Mind-John Hartford
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of memory, that keeps you ever gentle on my mind.
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walkin’.
That you’re moving on the back roads by the rivers of my memory and for hours you’re just gentle on my mind.
And some other woman’s crying to her mother ’cause she turned and I was gone.
But not to where I cannot see you walkin’ on the back roads, by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind.
My beard a rough’ning coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face;
That you’re wavin’ from the back roads by the rivers of my memory ever smilin’, ever gentle on my mind.
I must show you this…
…because it is so fine, so well-produced, and soooo inspirational!
What a transformation! Perhaps there may be some hope for me and many, many others?
ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!
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