Friday, September 12, 2014

Photos and Poems

I've been getting a few things together for a show in November at the Second Story Gallery in the Camas Public Library. I don't have poems on every photo, but am writing a haiku for each of nine flowers. Here are two of them, still in draft stage.

It's possible that I'm more than slightly obsessed with flowers. And birds. And mountains. The nice thing about flowers is that they usually hold still for their glamor shots. 

If anyone has any suggestions for how to make the text work better, bring 'em on!

While Angela was here, I took an amazing photo with her smart phone as we were walking back down Beacon Rock. If I could show this photo properly, it would be about 10 inches tall and 4 feet wide. I'm trying to think of a way to do this.

Thursday, September 11, 2014


Hard to believe it has been 13 years.
I don't dream about it as much as I used to.
(Which is good.)

But I still thank God for those people on Flight 93
who, I'm convinced, saved my life
and the lives of thousands of other people,
sacrificing their own lives to fight
the monsters who had hijacked their plane.

Life goes on. It must, and we're all grateful for that.
All around the world, even where, still, monsters
try to kill and oppress the innocents, the innocence,
life goes on.

I spent most of yesterday on the Pumice Plain
of Mount St. Helens.
Life goes on there, too.

Even when it seemed, on May 18, 1980, that all life
on that mountain had been destroyed,
pockets of resistance, packets of life,
remained, hidden in the lee side of the blast,
nestled in hidey-holes in the ground,
in ponds and puddles no one even knew existed.

Life goes on. It must, and we're all grateful for that.
Even when we're sick, when plans fail, when friends desert us,

Life goes on, and those who are left behind make our own
pockets of resistance, packets of life.

We make ourselves stronger,
fight for the truth,
fight for each other,
take care of each other.

Life goes on.
Love goes on.
Love life.
Love each other.
And thank God for life and love.

(Read this article about the man who saved two survivors from the burning pile of rubble of the WTC on 9/11.)

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Daily Wisdom

My daily wisdom from the Random Deepak Chopra Quote Generator:

"Your desire is entangled in the doorway to belonging."

 (Note at the bottom of the page: "This site is intended for entertainment purposes only. It in no way reflects the thoughts of Deepak Chopra.")

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Mill Creek, Impressionist Version

Also on our naturalist walk, the lovely Mill Creek, dappled with light and shadows, looking as if Monet himself were there painting it:

Praying Mantis

.... On one of my E.S. 101 students, as we took a naturalist walk around the lovely campus.

I've got to say the student was amazingly calm while this creature crawled around on her shoulders and neck. Not that there was any reason not to be calm, but some people would have freaked out. She, on the other hand, waited while a bunch of us took photos with our cell phones.

The praying mantis was also pretty calm, and when her photo op, her 15 minutes of fame, were up, she flew away.

What a beauty she was, flying. I hope I can get a photo of a flying praying mantis sometime. 

Singer Heavy Duty 4423

I bought this sewing machine today at my local JoAnn Fabrics because it was on sale for less than $150. And I need to start sewing some projects that aren't working on my old machine. And they'll give me free lessons on it.

The lady who sold it to me really wanted me to buy one of her more expensive and, according to her, better Viking machines. But I can't afford one of those.

When she saw that I wasn't going to buy one of those, she said I can trade up for one of them if I do it within 90 days. So I'm going to give this one a shot for now. After my first free lesson, this coming Tuesday; and after I work on a few layers of denim and a separate project with fake leather.

We'll see. Meanwhile, any advice, anyone?

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Beacon Rock, Again

This time with Angela. We had more ambitious plans, but this turned out to be perfect for this day.

Also, Angela and Mister Birdley formed a mutual admiration society. It was so sweet to see him turn his head this way and that so Angela would know exactly where he needed to be scratched.