Archive For August 17, 2014
Say there is a pile of cheese sticks on the floor, and on the wall next to the cheese sticks is an artist statement saying that the cheese sticks represent the decline of the North American diet. The size of the pile indicates the expansion of the collective waistband, its position on the floor communicates…
When I walk the dog in the morning I watch for birds. Not the ‘binoculars around my neck tromping through the bushes’ watching, but the ‘glancing around and eye-to-the-sky’ kind of watching. I have seen all kinds of birds in the cemetery. Some permanent residents, some just passing through. This summer there has been a…
I just finished my weekend at the Festival of Friends. It was a couple of very long days, but I was lucky to have good company. Financially the weekend was a bust. Lots of traffic, many conversations, compliments and interest, but not a single purchase. It is difficult not to focus on the lack of…
The sycamore trees are shedding their bark. It is a lovely thing. Great curving curls of thin bark litter the road and grass in the cemetery. This annual shedding is a great source of entertainment. Last week when I was walking my dog, there was a sound of frantic scrabbling overhead. I looked up to…