Sunday, October 03, 2010

Glorious

Blessed with another amazing sky. A good Monday to you all!

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Spicy shadows

As seen during a lunch out.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Tablerock in red

Something sensational to end the weekend.

And because it will soon be Monday and the start of another work week...

Every day I get up and look through the Forbes list of the richest people in America.  If I'm not there, I go to work. 
~Robert Orben

What the world really needs is more love and less paper work. 
~Pearl Bailey

Friday, September 24, 2010

What's the story...

morning glory... blooms glow in the morning sun.
May your weekend bloom as well....

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Roadwork ahead

Photo by NW
Stripping off the old pavement and rolling down the new. Because this stretch of road is a major thoroughfare, the work is being done at night.

The moon is full tonight. Outside we hear the sounds of crickets and frogs -- and the distant rumble of machines.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Scenes from the Scenic Overlook

The Boise foothills






Downtown Boise is in the distance

Storm coming....

Another foothills view.

A band of sunshine

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Recipe?

Came across this while taking a walk. Wonder if there's a record of this on paper in the archives of City Hall?

On another note: the vines on the right are Virginia Creeper. Although it's pretty, this plant grows vociferously and will take over trees, telephone poles and anything else it can get a grip on. We've had personal encounters with this plant in the back yard of our new place. It had nearly smothered a deck and 5 rose bushes, and had spread into other parts of the yard. I think we've gotten rid of most of it by now. We'll see what it does next spring....

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Yellow

Bold and bright, leading us into fall

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Pining for you...

in the half moonlight

orange cones glow
like those along a disturbed highway

there's no reason for cone-descension
these are not pseudocones;

slip one into a bottle
and watch it
open to you

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Remembering Mom...

My mother grew up in the country and rode her pony, Joe, to the tiny school she attended during 1st through 8th grade. She often talked about those days with great fondness. Here, she and Joe are ready to go for a ride.

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Salmon skies

Seeing some amazing skies lately....



Good night, twilight....

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Fanfare

Purple Haze? Ode to Joy? Sweet Petunia?

Always welcome a little music in the garden.

Sunday, September 05, 2010

End of summer

The pool is closed now; school's in session and Labor Day makes Fall "official".

I can't find info on the history of this pool, but I love how it looks so 1920s. It sits next to Lowell School, which I featured in my August 24 post.

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Morning surprise

As I was driving to work, I noticed several hot air balloons floating in the distance. When I arrived at my office, balloons were floating overhead, all around us.


I later read that this launch was the kick-off for the 2010 Spirit of Boise Balloon Classic; balloons will grace the skies the next 3 mornings.





This one nearly landed in a schoolyard.

Then, it finally rose back up into the sky.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

More Curb Cup....

Mime theater

Graffiti in action
Skateboard tricksters

Shades of Django Reinhardt & Stephane Grappelli

Juggling

Jump rope levitation

New stage set for Indie bands

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Curb Cup Street Circus


For 3 hours today, 102 performers of all types did their thing along downtown streets.  Acts included mime,  dancing, music, martial arts, magic tricks, skateboarding, street theater, graffiti art, acrobatics,  jump rope tricks, and more.




The Curb Cup is an opportunity for anyone with an act to perform. The audience wanders from act to act and votes on their favorites. Those acts with the most votes win small cash prizes, and the top vote-getter has their name inscribed on the Curb Cup trophy.




 

The famous Curb Cup Trophy
A grand crowd came to watch the show; they came with families, friends, dogs. Some spectators were their own act....
But, as Shakespeare wrote, all the world's a stage.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Lavender glory

Rock rose bushes are in bloom. I love how sunlight glows through the delicate petals of this flower.

We have a bush in our back yard that has white blossoms. This morning as I was leaving for work, I watched as  -- just for a moment -- the sun illuminated one white rock rose flower, turning it into a glowing golden-white. Truly a morning glory....

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

School days again


One of Boise's historic elementary schools, built in 1913. They spent the past year totally refurbishing the building and landscaping, and now it's ready for students, who will be coming through the doors tomorrow morning.

I love the detail around the doorway.

School reminds me of the smells of floor polish, old wood, disinfectant, and sweaty kids (we didn't have A/C until the new addition was built). Classes began in mid-August in the Midwest. You knew your carefree summer days were numbered when the cicadas began their buzzing songs in the evenings.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

"Bad Writing" -- a remarkable film

A special treat today: we saw a new documentary, "Bad Writing." It's a funny, honest, and wry look at one man's quest to become a writer. Vernon Lott interviews writers who have "made it" to get their insights about writing and the literary world. If you've ever dreamed of being an author, novelist, poet, playwright, check this out. It will be available on Amazon Video-on-Demand September 7.
http://www.badwritingthemovie.com/bw/Home.html

Thursday, August 19, 2010

About face?


Maybe he's catching a few rays; working on his tan.


 Talk about rugged -- or is it acne?


I never forget a face, but in your case I'll make an exception.
~ Groucho Marx

I've always thought respectable people scoundrels, and I look anxiously at my face every morning for signs of my becoming a scoundrel.
~ Bertrand Russell