Tuesday, March 31, 2009
What’s your take? Half full or half empty? Or is there a better question?
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Is the glass half full, or half empty? It depends on whether you're pouring, or drinking.
Some people see the glass half full. Others see it half empty. I see a glass that's twice as big as it needs to be.
One day, someone showed me a glass of water that was half full. And he said, "Is it half full or half empty?" So I drank the water. No more problem.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Walked today after work in part rain, part sunshine. Came across a group of these miniature jonquils, also known as narcissus.
You might recall the Greek myth about Narcissus, who so fell in love with his reflection in a pool that he fell in and drowned (or, in another version, wasted away, unable to tear his gaze from his reflection). At the end of the story, a plant sprang from where he died, and was named after him.
But these flowers look so cheerful and bright -- and not narcissistic. I think they have been wrongly named. Jonquil or daffodil suits them much better.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
This shot was taken last August when a house on our street was demolished. The original house dated from the early 1900s and was a small 2 bedroom home. It apparently had some structural problems and could not be remodeled.
They saved the original trim.
And here’s the house today.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
An amazing series of storms rolling through today. Roars of window-rattling thunder, lightning crackling across the sky. Hard, hard rain rushing down, filling the streets with water.
The day I turned 40, (a number of years ago) a similar series of storms rolled through. I stood outside by the front door, breathing in the scent of rain, thunder. So much rain fell that the streets became small rivers; plastic garbage cans, kids’ toys, and other things floated by, then hovered around the storm drains. The storm was unusual for mid-summer in Idaho – a time when the storms are usually blasts of hot, dry winds and blowing dust with little rain.
Today I stood on the front stoop of a different house, smelling the rain, watching 2 guys wobble down the street on bicycles in the midst of the downpour. Thinking of fierce storms, thunder, lightning, what the passing years have brought, and the blessings of cleansing rain.
Friday, March 20, 2009
This is a karimba, a type of lamellophone or thumb piano. You hold the instrument in your hands and pluck the metal tines with your thumbs, which creates beautiful bell-like tones.
And here is another type of lamellophone, a kalimba. Both of these are smaller versions of the mbira, an ancient instrument from Africa, mainly from the region around Zimbabwe.
I got the kalimba last fall after hearing mbira and kalimba played in concert (by Kevin Nathaniel, along with Tomas Rodriguez and Hasan Bakr), and the karimba this winter. Playing is mesmerizing, like a meditation. In the future, I plan to post short music clips so you can hear what they sound like. In the meantime, here’s a wonderful piece played on karimba by Teodor Doroba (YouTube).
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
We watched this heron slowly make its way into the creek at the MK Nature Center.
Once there, it watched for fish or other tasty morsels to come floating by. At times, it would “crouch”, ready to spear something. Then straighten its neck if the “fish” turned out to be just a leaf or twig.
We later saw it out in the middle of the pond, taking a break from fishing.
While researching herons, I also came across the Great Blue Heron Music Festival held every July in Sherman, NY. Musical venues include bluegrass, zydeco, African, Cajun, reggae, Irish, and jam bands.
Sounds fun, although I doubt we’ll get there anytime soon -- NY is a bit of a drive from Idaho :>)
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Window in our favorite coffee shop. The stained glass and framed art make it look rather formal and quiet. But it’s actually funky and often noisy. They usually have music on; either old rock or alternative. And it’s a gathering place in the neighborhood, so lots of conversations going on. In nice weather, people sit out on the deck, and in front by the sidewalk
I believe humans get a lot done, not because we're smart, but because we have thumbs so we can make coffee.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 09, 2009
On the side of a house in the n’hood. The back yard of that house is filled with all sorts of yard art and thingamajigs. Curious about who lives there. A collector? A creator? Or both?
The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.
Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Poor blossom – caught in the snowstorm we had today.
Fortunately crocuses are hardy flowers that can handle the moody weather of spring. According to Wikipedia:
“Crocus flowers and leaves are protected from frost by a waxy cuticle; in areas where snow and frost occasionally occur in the early spring it is not uncommon to see early-flowering crocus blooming through a light late snowfall.”
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
~ Victor Hugo
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Monday, March 02, 2009
A lot of changes in the weather lately -- all that rumbling between winter and spring. I like how these clouds seem to burst over the rim, as if they just can't contain themselves.
The trouble with weather forecasting is that it's right too often for us to ignore it and wrong too often for us to rely on it.