Sliding off the edge of the space, age. Aching joints, arms that can’t quite reach, a sense of stillness (whether chosen or imposed). The energy of youth dominates — the warm colors, the… Continue reading
The choir becomes quieter when we share musical responsibilities with the bell choir. So lively listening to them. Then this afternoon I listened to a “saxophone” concert in Second Life that also sounded… Continue reading
This is not a Second Life photo, or makeup, or anything like that. This is a photo taken with my iPhone at today’s YFU retreat, and that happens to look like an elf.… Continue reading
The sun started to dip down, blazing over the rooftops blindingly, glaring from puddles of ice on the sidewalk. I hold my hand before my eyes. Rings of color throb and melt.
I loved this license plate, but I loved its little slogan even more.
I saw these drums, and was instantly enchanted with the shapes, curves, quirks, balance, visual rhythm of them.
Made this up tonight. It was too delicious. Poured buddha’s hand (lemon/citrus) syrup over the salmon, then crusted it with sea salt and dill. Baked, sliced, each portion laid on a bed of… Continue reading
I like the colors in this. Given the usual nickname for this landmark, I expect folk will comment on anything except color.