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Art Fix

It’s Not About the Numbers, by James Surles

Wendy Mike and De Lane Bredvick

Mother’s Desk (typewriter and desk made of cast glass!!), by Steven Durow

Judy Crook – animation, by Jennifer Steinkamp

Greg watches A Very Long Line –  a film that traverses the length of the United States border with Mexico. Dizzying…

Reminiscent of the temporal works of Andy Goldsworthy, Raven Chacon’s evocative film captures stunning images painted on icebergs.

John Wayne sculpture, by Marisol & Portrait of Gerald Marr, by Peter Hurd

San Jose, Arroyo Hondo Sculptor

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I got a much needed art fix with the full cooperation of the the hubster one afternoon a few weekends ago. The Colorado College Fine Arts Center has an exquisite and very well-curated collection in a Goldilocks, just-right space. We got up close and personal with all of the pieces without being overwhelmed by the sheer number. So used to hearing only whispers or the creak of shoes on a wooden floor, I was pleasantly surprised by all of the works that featured sound. Additionally, the FAC has a tactile gallery where everyone is encouraged to touch the art. Super-cool! Glad to have it in the neighborhood, and sorry I took so long to get there.

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Tumbledown

Hiking in the tumbledown of North Cheyenne Creek on the Seven Bridges Trail Sunday morning. Our cheerful threesome among the few souls out before the sun had fully risen. We reveled in air heady with the scent of pine and earth, our laughter punctuated by Chickadee song. Mother Nature, in her usual awe inspiring fashion, made a dazzling display of ice and rock in the rush. The water, to my great amazement, flows voluminously at this time of year, with scarcely any snowfall. How is this even possible? I imagine some cosmic pump thrumming in the depths, lifting water up and up, only to gurgle and sing on down again. How lucky we are that it does and so reliably, too. Yet another marvel of the universe in my own backyard.

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Pike’s Peak

America’s Mountain and mine…

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Sometimes I question my choice of middle name for that pooch of ours. Beulah is meaningful, but JOY, now that would really nail it! Our girl such a joy-filled creature! Saying good morning: wiggle, wiggle, wiggles of joy. Coming home from the store: wiggle, wiggle, wiggles of joy. Walking? Oh my heavens the JOY of walking! The JOY of eating, and cuddling, and licking, and running, and playing, too. She brings it out in us, too.

I bought her a new collar (the other got sprayed by a skunk – not fun!!). Neon pink with reflective bones, eek! Also, new socks for winter weather, and damn if they don’t look like she’s wearing high heels! The silliness. And how cute she looks in her little coat, too!

A beautiful day in the neighborhood…

Our nephew came down to see us this past weekend, but I didn’t get a picture – rats! We had a grand time of hiking and eating and talking and eating some more. Ms. Juni B. enjoyed her first meal inside at a restaurant – Pub Dog, if you don’t know it. It is the first in the country to allow pets at the table indoors. Though the food was quite tasty, it was a bit of sensory overload – dog sniffs and food sniffs and so many people, too!

A trip down the Rabbit Hole after seeing the highly anticipated (at least for us) Blade Runner 2049, both of which we rather liked. Get the Chicken and Biscuit and the Tweedle Bee. Yessirrreee!

Oh, and almost mandatory photo of Pike’s Peak. Lovely from every angle, that one…

Woke up to that sliver of moon this morning, peering just above the trees.

Some little one is a sad, sad camper this morning, having left a rather sporty jacket and these two dolls at the park.

And finally, what kind of a duck are YOU?

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May flowers and my favorite smiling faces. The gorgeous rocks and formations of Palmer Park. The peachy indian paintbrush was the first I saw this year, followed by the usual red just around the bend on the trail. I never grow tired of spying wildflowers, giving happy little shouts (not unlike a Bob Ross happy tree) to the hubster, the dog, to no one at all – there’s a white loco, a flea bane, an aster; the skunk bush is budding, the currants and gooseberries, too! And how about the green mertensia, whose blossoms are blue and pink? They move in a whisper of a breeze and turn to watercolor. I love it.

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