Windows

Windows within windows -- something that always attracts me.

I love how Edward Hopper painted windows. Even though they were often a small part of the overall painting, each one had a sense of identity.

Once, I did an interview with an artist whose entire show featured paintings of various windows. When I asked her what drew her to windows, she waved off my questions and proceeded to talk about how hard it was to paint each day and prepare for a show. I remember wondering if she was bored, and could no longer see past the window to the wider beyond. And there I was, wishing I created art well enough to be able to have a show at a large gallery.

I guess it just goes to show you… (pun intended)

Rock stars

As seen in a front yard during one of our neighborhood treks.

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So you want to be a rock and roll star
Then listen now to what I say
Just get an electric guitar
Then take some time and learn how to play
~The Byrds

Red, with green

Red and green are complementary colors; on a color wheel, red and green are opposite each other in the spectrum. When they are placed next to each other, they stand out -- make our vision “vibrate”. Good info to know if you’re in advertising, design, graphics, art, or just want to make a poster that stands out.

We were walking the n’hood and this window stood out to me, especially the red basket. When the rich fall leaves are gone and we’re left with brown and gray, we’re hungry for color. Especially now as the days grow shorter.

While out at sunset, we saw the Jupiter and Venus shining brilliantly alongside a crescent moon. An astronomical event that will only be in alignment tonight. As the hours pass, they will gradually part, continuing on their own orbits.

Of course, metaphors about friendship, love, life come to mind, but I won’t attempt to be literary tonight. I’ll just stay with color and light…

Levels, choices

This photograph could be interpreted in many ways. What are your thoughts?

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The great things in life are what they seem to be. And for that reason, strange as it may sound to you, often are very difficult to interpret (understand). Great passion are for the great of souls. Great events can only be seen by people who are on a level with them. We think we can have our visions for nothing. We cannot. Even the finest and most self-sacrificing visions have to paid for. Strangely enough, that is what makes them fine.
~ Oscar Wilde

What's the story?

Left by a tired worker at the end of the day? Or is something more sinister afoot? Should someone poke around this big pile of dirt; see what's under there??

Yes, I’ve still got “The Maltese Falcon” on my mind. The novel has been chosen for The Big Read for our area this year. [The Big Read is an NEA program where communities choose one book each year for everyone to read and discuss.]

And today I was reading “The Dashiell Hammett Tour”, a guidebook by Don Herron who has been leading tours of the famous haunts of Hammett, and his characters, Sam Spade and the Continental Op, since the 1970s. It’s much more than a guidebook; Herron includes a lot of biographical info about Hammett, along with photos, then and now, of San Francisco. It sounds like fun; we'll have to try it some time when we're in The City.

Good to have some time to imagine other places, other things, rather than just the usual. We all need that from time to time…

Giving thanks

A few things I’m thankful for:

My wonderful husband
Our family and friends
Our kitty, Chava
That we are healthy and safe, and have a good quality of life
For the blessings we receive each day
And for music, art, dreams – and living each day.

Happy Thanksgiving to all.

More local flavor

Another restaurant in Hyde Park. Although this one isn’t my personal fav for Mexican food, it is a popular place. And it still seems to be going strong, despite the recent closures of several other restaurants in Boise. The space it occupies has seen several restaurants come and go over the years, including a Pan-Asian one I really liked that was called the Pacific Rim.

The Hyde Park crowd seems to favor the “basics” over the unusual. So you can get pizza, burgers, beer, fries, fajitas, enchiladas, meatloaf, salmon, steak, grilled meat, coffee, pastries, ice cream, wine. But none of the eateries are chains, no fast food, no drive-throughs; all are locally owned. And I’m glad for that. Keeps the unique character of the neighborhood.

Architectures

Last of the colorful leaves for a while (taken over the weekend). We had a heavy frost last night and today truly looked like November winter.

This photo could be a model for an abstract painting, perhaps a sketch, a beginning of a Jackson Pollack sort of piece. The branches form a sort of creative architecture. Nature -- and the way one frames it aesthetically – has been a source of artistic inspiration for many people.

Been reading “The Maltese Falcon,” Dashiell Hammett. Such a classic! The architecture of this book could be imagined as a series of entangled branches, leaves, fruit, rotting fruit. With fog rolling in off of the bay…

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(District Attorney) Bryan: Who killed Thursby?
(Private Detective) Sam Spade: I don't know.
Bryan: Perhaps you don't, but you could make an excellent guess.
Sam Spade: My guess might be excellent or it might be crummy, but Mrs. Spade didn't raise any children dippy enough to make guesses in front of a district attorney, and an assistant district attorney and a stenographer.
Bryan: Why shouldn't you, if you have nothing to conceal?
Sam Spade: Everybody has something to conceal.
Bryan: I'm a sworn officer of the law, 24 hours a day, and neither formality nor informality justifies you withholding evidence of crime from me. Except, of course, on constitutional grounds.
Sam Spade: [ranting] Now, both you and the police have as much as accused me of being mixed up in the other night's murders. Well, I've had trouble with both of you before. And as far as I can see my best chance of clearing myself of the trouble you're trying to make for me, is by bringing in the murderers all tied up. And the only chance I've got of catching them, and tying them up, and bringing them in, is by staying as far away as possible from you and the police, because you'd only gum up the works.
[turns to stenographer]
Sam Spade: You getting this all right, son, or am I goin' too fast for ya?
Stenographer: No, sir, I'm getting it all right.
Sam Spade: Good work.

~ Dashiell Hammett, from “The Maltese Falcon”

Apple - sauce

Apples in afternoon light.

Apples, older than the Bible, fruit of folklore, gift of the Norse gods for fertility. Golden apples of Heracles’ 12 labors and the Tree of Life, linked forever with Eve and Adam choking on his Adam’s apple.

Brought to North America in the 1600s by the new world settlers, and now flourishing over the continent. Does an apple a day keep the doctor away? Perhaps. It kept the settlers healthy, and although not a miracle food, benefits us, too. A world filled with apples; we bite into the crunchy sweet, tartness every day, in one way or another.

Curve, in willow

The curves, patterns, flow of willow furniture are so fluid. This chair looks like it’s been around for a while. Wonder what color it used to be?

Furniture made from branches and boughs was used by the ancient Egyptians, and there are Chinese paintings from over 1000 years ago showing royalty using willow furniture.

In addition, the leaves and bark from willow trees were used in medical treatments by ancient people because they contain salicylic acid, the forerunner to aspirin.

And with their graceful sweep of hanging branches, willows have been an inspiration to artists and writers over the centuries.

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The willow tree plays the water like a harp.
~ Ramon Gomez de la Serna

Colors of inspiration

There’s something extraordinary in the way sunlight glows through colored leaves. I often wonder if this was the original inspiration for stained glass.

According to a history I found online, stained glass was first used by wealthy Romans around the 1st century A.D. Here’s more info for those of you who are curious.

Sunlight shining through stained glass has the appearance of colored light. But the light we see as “white” is already filled with color. Here’s a little experiment you can do with your kids (or friends).

And finally, some reflections about color:

The color of the object illuminated partakes of the color of that which illuminates it.
~ Leonardo Da Vinci

The whole world, as we experience it visually, comes to us through the mystic realm of color.
~ Hans Hoffman

Cycling

Cool sign, isn’t it? I like the way it’s designed.

There are a lot of bicyclists in Boise; it’s a very popular sport. And many of them ride down 13th Street through Hyde Park on their way to the foothills. There are several bicycle competitions, including the Twilight Criterium in July each year. For that, they close off downtown and the cyclists race a loop through the city streets.

I used to ride quite a bit, although I was never into racing. Now, I’m much more a walker, so I can stop and take photos from time to time…

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The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.
~Christopher Morley

Get a bicycle. You will not regret it, if you live.
~Mark Twain

From a time long past

A mural in the neighborhood that’s fading away…

The Hyde Park area on 13th Street has existed for well over 100 years; it’s on the National Register of Historical Places. Merchants set up stores and businesses in the late 1800s and there was streetcar service within Boise and outlying areas, including Hyde Park (you can see the street car in the mural).

Today it features a variety of businesses, including several places to eat, a bicycle shop, barber shop, art gallery, outdoor clothing store, post office/used bookstore, ice cream parlor, and an antique store. No streetcars today. But it’s on the city bus line.

I haven’t heard of any plans to restore the mural. It was painted in 1983; it will probably go the way of the streetcar…

X and O to you...

Looks like the “Os” won this one. Could be symbolic of this past week; glad it’s Friday night!

Many of us know this as Tic-tac-toe, but there are a slew of other names for it, too, including Noughts and Crosses, Exy-Ozys, Hugs & Kisses, Xsie-Osies, and Boxin' Oxen. And, according to Wikipedia, this was the first game programmed for a computer; long before Asteroids and Solitaire.

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Because of the level of my chess game, I was able - even against a weak opponent, such as my younger brothers or the dog - to get myself checkmated in under three minutes. I challenge any computer to do it faster.
--Dave Barry

Owls

Scene from a neighborhood yard. And it’s a little curious as to why these two things have been placed on the table together.

In folk cultures all over the world, owls have often been seen as bad omens or dark forces -- although in Asia and Europe, white owls and eared owls were thought to bring wealth and prosperity, and symbolized wisdom. They were helpful, good creatures in the Harry Potter series.

Owls also play an important role in keeping the rodent population under control. Some people here put fake owls by their gardens in hopes of keeping crows and mice away. Hoping for a scarecrow effect. (It can be debated as to if it actually works…)

When I was a little girl, I had some records (that were played on one of those ancient relics called a record player) which had some children’s rhymes set to music. Here’s a shortened version of one of them:

The owl and the pussy cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five pound note…

They eventually decide they wanted to get married, but they needed a ring…

They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,

Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
~ Edward Lear

In honor and remembrance

In honor of all those who have served our country. In remembrance for those who lost their lives.


In memory of my grandfather, F.C., who fought in the Great War. His birthday would have been November 2nd. He fought on the front line and in the trenches, and was proud to have served. But he often said that the Great War was supposed to have been "the war to end all wars," and how he wished that would have been true.
Maybe some day humans will evolve to the point where we settle conflicts in ways other than violence and destruction.

Red hands

Hands down on the greenbelt. And, as always, I’ve surfed around the net to see what comes up under “red hands”:

~ According to Wikipedia, Red Hands is a children’s game played by two people that involves one trying to slap the hands of the other, and the other trying to prevent the slap. I’ve seen people playing this before. There’s a reason it’s called “Red Hands…”

~ “With Red Hands” is part of a sci-fi series by Stephen Woodworth in which there are certain people who are born with violet irises and they are able to channel the dead; they are called “violets”. And because of their unique abilities, they are involved in solving murders. So, the books are a kind of sci-fi / murder mystery hybrid.

~ The most important thing I found: The Red Hand Campaign. In 2002, a United Nations treaty was passed that banned the use of children under age 18 as soldiers in armed conflicts and wars. The Red Hand Campaign is taking place to urge the United Nations to enforce the ban. On Feb. 9 the coalition plans to present the UN with 1 million messages of protest with red hand prints made by people from all over the world to insist on that the UN actively enforce the ban. Here is the link to their site:

http://www.hrw.org/campaigns/crp/child_soldiers/RedHandCampaign.pdf

Color and rain

Rainy, misty day today. Reminds me of winters in western Oregon.
Good day for a coffee at Java, our local coffee shop. It was packed. But we found a place between two software engineers watching an animated cartoon on a laptop and a couple who had partied-hardy last night. Interesting conversations to overhear as we ate breakfast croissants.

Later, loaded the CD player with music to create art by: Jane Bunnett, Miles Davis, Omar Sousa, and Kevin Nathaniel Hylton. Good way to ease into a Sunday night.

Hoops, ropes, and rhymes

On the sidewalk in the neighborhood.

I had a red hula hoop when I was 5. I couldn’t shoop-shoop it like the big kids, so I did other things with it. Tried to use it like a jump rope, threw it up in the air and tried to catch it, rolled it along the sidewalk. But mostly I pretended it was magic; that if I moved it down over my head to my feet, and back up again (so I was inside the hoop), I would have magic powers. These powers included the ability to become invisible, to have super powers to use against bad people, and to make things I wanted instantly appear.

I had a jump rope, too, with red handles. At school, we were given jump ropes to play with at recess. There were short 1-person ropes, and long ones that were used for jump rope games.

A jump rope game we used to play:

Down in the valley where the green grass grows,
There sat (jumper) pretty as a rose.
Up came (a boy the jumper’s got a crush on) and kissed her on the cheek,
How many kisses did she get this week?
One, two, three, four, five….

Another one, particularly suited for Idaho, the “famous potato” state:

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
5 potato, 6 potato, 7 potato more.
Acha bacha, cucaracha,
Out goes
Y-O-U

Of course, jumping rope became a professional sport. There's US Jump Rope, which is made up of teams and individuals who compete in contests held all over the country. And the International Rope Skipping Organization which focuses on gymnastic and stunts. You can even watch the meets on ESPN.

Color of hope

Posting later than usual after watching election results – amazing! Even though I know the popular vote doesn’t actually elect the president, it is still extremely gratifying to me -- living in ultra-conservative Idaho -- that the candidate I voted for won. So often that is not the case for me with state and congressional candidates.

We watched Obama’s acceptance speech, which was very powerful and well done. I hope that he is able to make at least some of the changes he has spoken of. I hope he and Congress will work together and actually accomplish some of those changes without so much partisan bickering. I hope he’s able to mend some of the fences that Bush and his minions ripped apart. I hope for many things (with a good dose of realism).

I am proud to be part of this day, a day when we made history...

Looking through X

Across the street, the neighbor’s house in progress. Many angles, including X.

They would like it to be finished by Thanksgiving. Maybe…want to bet??
On Halloween night, we heard booming and pounding from across the way. At first we wondered if some local tricksters were up to no good, but it turned out instead to be a work crew, who continued until around 9 pm. Now, we’re in a period of rain for several days. At least they got a roof and tar paper down.


There’s an old movie, a comedy, with Cary Grant and Myrna Loy, about the “adventure” of having a home built, titled “Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House.”
Great movie, perfect for a rainy evening. Especially for those who have been through the process of building or remodeling…

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No words in the Basic English vocabulary begin with X, but it occurs in words beginning with other letters. X is the third most rarely used letter in the English language.
-Wikipedia

Colors of November

Truly November with the change in Daylight Saving Time. (Now it will nearly dark by the time I get home from work). With the wind and rain the past few days, many of the leaves are gone. But they still remain as a colorful carpet on sidewalks and streets.

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Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.
- Cyril Connelly
(Maybe. Depends upon your state of mind...)

October. This is one of the peculiarly dangerous months to speculate in stocks in. The others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, December, August, and February.
-Mark Twain
(Wish I’d found this quote last month!)

And finally, Halloween

More Halloween creatures on this night of all hallows’ eve, or Samhain, the original Celtic festival Halloween came from.

The weather set just the right atmosphere for the day. As I drove to work this morning, it was dark, windy, and leaves from trees pelted the car, swirled throughout the streets, alleys, yards. Some large leaves looked like odd creatures bounding across the street.

By late afternoon, the wind had slowed, but it felt unusually warm, expectant under gray skies. And tonight, it was cloudy and dark as witches, wizards, skeletons, ghosts, black cats, fairy queens, elves, ewoks, Yodas, Darth Vaders, and others trekked through the neighborhoods in search of treats (including our house).


A few blocks from where we live is Harrison Boulevard, a major street lined with large houses and mansions, and beautiful trees in a center traffic island. The street has been a popular “treat” destination for many years, a Halloween tradition, and residents decorate to the max and buy candy by the case. Around 2,200 revelers trick-or-treat Harrison every year.

Although we have a good time handing out treats at our place, I wouldn’t want to have 2,000 revelers coming by. I like having the time and space to ask kids about their costumes -- and most them seem to like that, too.

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'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
~William Shakespeare

Eat, drink and be scary.
~Author Unknown

Nosferatu?

Meet The Count. He’s eagerly looking forward to tomorrow night, to greeting all the costumed visitors, checking them out to see who might be “suitable” for his “purposes”…

Of creepy creatures, vampire stories have been my favorite. Watched Count Dracula appear through Bela Lugosi, Christopher Lee, Frank Langella, Gary Oldman. Also read Bram Stoker, and later followed Anne Rice's Lestat and the mournful Louis as they haunted the streets of 19th century New Orleans, as well as other cities around the world.

Then there were “The Lost Boys” of the spooky southern California town of Santa Carla, where the carnival on the beach runs all night and people continually "go missing". Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the “Scooby Gang” came later, and now there are even more shows, movies and books about a plethora of new vampires and their foes.

Just like creatures of the night, vampire stories never really die…we won’t let them…

No bones about it

The second most popular Halloween decoration scheme in the neighborhood has to do with skeletons and/or skulls.


You’ve heard of skeleton keys; here are some skeleton jokes:

Q. Why can’t a skeleton lift weights? A. He’s all bone & no muscle.

Q. Who was the most famous skeleton detective? A. Sherlock Bones.

Q. What do the skeletons say before eating a gourmet meal? A. Bone appetite

Q. Why didn’t the skeleton dance at the party? A. He had no body to dance with.

Q. What do you give a skeleton for Valentine’s Day? A. Bone-bones in a heart shaped box.

Q. Who was the most famous French skeleton? A. Napoleon Bone-apart

Q. What instrument do skeletons play? A: trom-bone.

More spinning about spiders

Another Halloween spider…

Even though spiders can bring on arachnophobia for many people, they are a beneficial and necessary part of the ecological system, keeping the insect population under control.

Scientists are researching if venom from spiders can be made into a natural pesticide. They are also looking into medical uses for spider venom, including treatments for Alzheimer’s Disease, heart arrhythmia, and strokes.

Fried tarantulas are considered a delicacy in Cambodia; some Native tribes in Venezuela also dine on these large arachnids. (I think I’ll pass on these dishes…)

Many myths and legends about spiders have been spun through the centuries. Some are creation stories, such as how Spider Woman created the world. According to the Greeks, spiders themselves were created through a weaving competition between the goddess Athena and the princess Arachne. Of course, gods and goddesses aren’t very good losers, so when Arachne won (and gloated about it), she and her loom became the first spider.

The Japanese told stories about Tsuchigumo (Earth spiders) who were a group of beings that lived under the mountains. The ancient Egyptians saw spiders as a legacy of Neith, the goddess of weaving, who was said to have woven the world into existence on her loom.

Some Native American myths tell of Grandmother Spider who created everything through shining threads that came from her body. Another story says the constellation Ursa Major (the Big Dipper) came about because of seven men who climbed a spider’s web into the heavens in search of paradise, and became stars in the process.

And later, we have “Little Miss Muffet,” the “Itsy Bitsy Spider”, “Spider’s Web” (another song), the giant spider Shelob from Tolkien’s "Lord of the Rings", “Charlotte’s Web,” Aragog (one of Hagrid’s pets in the Harry Potter series), and Spider Man.

Spider dancing

Spiders and cobwebs seem to be “in” this year for Halloween decorations. Of course the spiders are either black widows or tarantulas, although some people find any spider rather scary.

As a kid, I recall playing a piano piece titled, “Tarantella”. Above the music was a drawing of a boy who was very ill, lying on a bed. He had been bitten by a tarantula (you could see the hairy culprit racing out of the room in the right hand corner). Because the doctor could not cure him, his desperate parents brought in musicians to play the Tarantula dance. As they played, the boy rose from the bed and began to dance. The musicians increased the tempo, playing faster and faster, and the boy danced so hard that he sweated the poison out -- and was healed (as shown by the second drawing of the boy dancing in jubilation).
So -- proof of the medicinal power of music.

Here’s what www.alessandrabelloni.com said about the Tarantella:

The "Spider Dance" or Tarantella is a wild erotic trance dance ritual from Southern Italy which has been used to cure the mythical bite of the tarantula. This form of ecstatic dance originated in ancient Greece as a rite of devotion to the god Dionysus (god of ecstasy and wine). The women involved in these rites were called Baccanti, and later TARANTATE, and they danced the PIZZICA TARANTATA (which means, "the bite of the spider tarantula", also called "the bite of love"). It is this bite of love that has driven people over the centuries, especially women, to dance in a wild frenzy in order to free themselves of repressed sexual desires.

This seems like a precursor to vampires, doesn’t it? Maybe we all should dance wildly a little more often…

Beautiful things

Some beauty to start the new week, to remind us of beauty that not only can be seen – but experienced in other ways…

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The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched; they must be felt with the heart.
~ Helen Keller

Patterns under construction

Another view of a new house.

Construction - synonyms:
building, edifice, structure;
creation, assembly, erection, formation;
interpretation, understanding, comprehension, meaning, explanation

Antonym: destruction

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Living a life is like constructing a building: if you start wrong, you'll end wrong.
~ Maya Angelo

The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.
~ Charles Dickens

Every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction.
~ Pablo Picasso

Ramblings on a nightshade

They almost look like large beads from a distance.

But as you can see up close…


Tomatoes

Romas and some other kinds, left after frost killed the plants. As long as they don’t rise up on Halloween night and haunt the neighborhood (a la Attack of the Killer Tomatoes). Wonder if squirrels like them? (They do eat small pumpkins)

According to Wikipedia: “It is thought that the Pueblo people believed that those who witnessed the ingestion of tomato seeds were blessed with powers of divination.”

Wonder if the ability of fortune tellers to foresee the future increases after a serving of tomatoes? Are there squirrels who can divine the future?

I wonder how many houses will be "decorated" by the art of tomato tossing on Halloween night?

Fall is the artist

From colorful corn to colorful leaves. The trees and bushes seem to vibrate with color now, just spectacular! So bright and wonderful – takes your mind off of all the other stuff going on right now.


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October is a symphony of permanence and change.
~ Bonaro W. Overstreet

Fiery colors begin their yearly conquest of the hills, propelled by the autumn winds. Fall is the artist.
~ Takayuki Ikkaku

A-maize-ing...

I love the variety of colors of maize. Maize is ground into flour to make tortillas and is used in other food products. Some types of maize can also be popped to make popcorn.

Here’s a little more info about corn kernel colors from wonderquest.com:

Corn kernels have different colors because of genes that control color. Each kernel is an individual with its own set of genes, like an embryo. Kernels are siblings housed on the same ear and so naturally have many different colors. By naturally, I mean, through the course of natural selection. One-color ears are unnatural products of human selection.


So, corn has been "genetically engineered" for a long time to get the different varieties we have today. As have many other plants.

For another view of corn: The Legend of Indian Corn...

Best of all, Fall

A stream by the Hemingway memorial near Ketchum. The colors were just turning bright the day we were there.


The memorial sits on a ridge that overlooks a lovely valley area (part of which is now a golf course – oh well…)

Still, it’s quiet and beautiful with the rippling water, mountains, and trees.

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Best of all he loved the fall … the fall with the tawny and grey, the leaves yellow on the cottonwoods, leaves floating on the trout streams and above the hills the high blue windless skies.
~ Ernest Hemingway

Aspen confetti

Aspen leaves dotting the walkway like colorful coins. Such the beauty of fall…

Heard Taj Mahal in concert this weekend. Excellent power-driving blues! And a fun show – besides being an amazing musician, he’s also a great entertainer on stage. Corey Harris, a phenomenal blues guitarist, opened the show.

http://www.tajblues.com/
www.myspace.com/coreyharrismusic

And, I got a kalimba, also known as a thumb piano. Its bell-like tones are so beautiful… Playing it is an exploration, and meditative. More on that in future posts.

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As the wind gusted through the grove of golden aspens, she watched the leaves tremble and shake, imagined them ringing like small golden bells.
~ Anonymous

A curious hole

Doing some virtual viewing of art exhibits tonight. MoMA has a great website where you can view a number of the exhibits online.

One of the shows you can see, titled Wunderkammer: A Century of Curiosities, features the unusual. Here’s what MoMA says about it:

“Wunderkammern, or cabinets of curiosities, arose in mid-sixteenth-century Europe as repositories for all manner of wondrous and exotic objects. The works on display include prints, books, multiples, drawings, and photographs, with subjects ranging from architectural marvels and blueprints for impossible machines to oddities from the animal, vegetable, and mineral worlds.”

Another great online show is Van Gogh and The Colors of the Night. I’ve always loved night photos, night paintings, and some of my favorites, like The Starry Night, and The Starry Night over the Rhone, are in this exhibit.

Surfing over to The Met you can see The Essential Art of African Textiles: Design without End. The patterns seem to dance to colorful rhythms that aren't heard -- but felt in the heart.

Just a few ways to feed the curious…

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It often seems to me that the night is much more alive and richly colored than the day.
~ Vincent Van Gogh

http://www.moma.org/

http://www.metmuseum.org/home.asp

Red chair

Seen on a Sunday, outside an architectural firm.

As a little girl, I remember rocking dolls in a small red wooden rocking chair. It had been my mother’s when she was a girl, and it was my favorite because it was red.


A few other references to red chairs:

“In the Red Chair,” a series of personal stories on DVD

Red Chair Antiques, Peterborough, NH

Red Chair Project, Orlando’s art and culture guide

Red Chair School of Performing Arts, in Burbank, CA

Red Chair Photography, Chicago, IL


So, if you’re blue, find yourself a red chair…

Golden grasses

Golden grasses of Fall along the river trail.


If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things in nature have a message you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.
~ Eleanora Duse

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
~ Walt Whitman

Scenes before snow

I love the flaming colors of these trees. These shots are from our Ketchum trip last weekend.

We've since had a cold front move through, so the mountains have a lot more snow now.

We even had a couple of inches of snow in the "Banana belt" of Boise. The heavy wet snow stuck to the leaves on trees and bushes, and weighed down the branches. Huge branches broke off and fell on streets, sidewalks, yards. Today, the air buzzed with sounds of power saws as people cleaned up.