It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.
Henry David Thoreau
Tags: Portland
I believe in all that is luxe
and cities kitted out in their holiday best.
I believe
in luminous goodness
concealed in darkness,
in the impossible made true,
in old friends,
in pride whipping the sky,
and quiet roars
wrapped in moonlight.
I believe
in this home away from home,
made carefully by hand,
a place worthy of reflecting,
and spying what is ahead
the unexpected curves
and sights unseen
shared with love.
I believe in the power of music
to rock
and love
then and now
in utero,
life, and death.
I believe
the truth
is out there
and in here
and that great light
follows
those who share it
by sea,
land, and air.
Come with me
to the place we all share
be yourself,
and stay.
Art has to move you and design does not, unless it’s a good design for a bus.
David Hockney
This is what my life looks like sometimes, with bi-focals. The yellow I’m working on is a cowl for me, now finished and cozy, but in need of a hat and some matching hand warmers, no fingers, so I can take pictures and be touchy-feely. I’m on the hunt for just the right patterns.
I have also learned after making three cowls in a week, it is hard to watch television or a movie without the click click of needles in my hands. I feel sooo still.
p.s. My cats look huge!
Tags: cats
C-O-L-A cola.
What is neon?
Burnside!
Holman’s, I do not dare.
Unseen smut.
Brrr…it’s cold. Portland cold, anyway, with frozen birdbaths and hoary frosted crispy lawns that look pretty in the morning light. Slippery, too, though, so please mind your step.
I took these with Lori last night, a blogger’s delight photo shoot with our respective families in tow. We were all happily full of pasta and tiramisu, but never of the company. It’s fun when we are together, sharing salt shakers with a cool young person (oh my dear, what to call you?) and also laughing at how much we require. To my slight worry and surely to my Dad’s delight, I fully embraced the sodium!
As for the group, we chatted, laughed, and planned our futures, lamenting undone work of all varieties and broken Jesus candles while cheering exciting vacations and getaways. It’s marvelous to have friends.
So, I guess the pall over my mood has fully lifted. Life is good, gentle readers, indeed.
