Monthly Archives: March 2014

RAD Stairwell

Stairwell in the River Arts District, Asheville, NC

The weather was quite uncooperative for David & Lynn’s visit, but that didn’t stop me from having a wonderful time. I hope they enjoyed visiting half as much as I delighted in being able to offer hospitality in my own home. I was glad that David’s kitty allergy didn’t cause him too much grief, despite the Loki-ubiquity. Asheville’s not exactly an international hub, so I am deeply grateful when friends go out of their way to come and see me. I hope this is the first of many other future sojourns.

This image is from the Phil Mechanic’s building in the River Arts District, to which we paid a brief visit on Saturday afternoon.

A Year Ago: Tangle

Black and white image of woods.At the image sizes I use on this site, this picture appears almost abstract…
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Corner Angles

Building in the River Arts District, Asheville, NC

The Vernal Equinox has come and gone. Supposedly we have turned the corner into Spring. I feel like I’ve been insanely busy, but I don’t seem to have a whole lot to show for it.

And today it snowed and then the sun came out and it snowed and then the sun came out and then it snowed. There’s an inch of it on my porch. I’m ready for the warm weather to stay already. It’s been too long since I went out on a photo expedition.

Dear friends David & Lynn arrive for a visit on Friday. The weather forecast is a bit grim. Maybe we’ll catch a break, because Asheville is at its best when we’re outside.

A Year Ago: Formal Dress

Striped orchid.These orchids contrast an art deco sensibility…
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Lessons My Cat Has Taught Me—Number 9: They’re Just *Things*

Watercolor-style rendition of cat on stairs.

I acquired a lovely new rug as a housewarming present. Loki has commenced to shred it.

My leather armchair and matching ottoman, which survived nearly 20 years in pristine condition, have been reduced to a mass of punctures and scratches in 8 months. They used to be my nicest pieces of furniture.

My expensive honeycomb windowshades are an irresistible target for clawing and climbing.

From time to time a thing of value that is supposed to not be on the floor lands on the floor in a catastrophic fashion. This is not the result of malicious behavior, but of exploratory curiosity.

And although he’s mostly grown out of his kitten moniker of Señor Poopifeets, there’s the occasional brown pawprint somewhere I really wish it weren’t.

The upshot is that I can no longer possibly be house-proud. At best, I can keep things reasonably clean and hold the cat hair down to a dull roar. My belongings ARE going to be mauled and in disarray. There will be brown bags and boxes and cat toys strewn about the living room.

I can have neatness, control, and unmarred furniture or I can have Loki.

I think I’ll take this as an opportunity to practice detachment from inanimate possessions and loving-kindness toward the little furry creature who shares my home.

A Year Ago: Folded

Rock with folded layers.Thank goodness that I went on a walk with Bob in the luxuriously warm afternoon…
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Little Red Love Machine

Red scooter in late afternoon light.

As I was taking this photograph near Katuah Market, a hipster young man walked by and said, it seemed somewhat sneeringly, “You’re really proud of that scooter, aren’t you?”

To which I replied, “It’s not mine, but it sure is pretty.”

Maybe he didn’t mean to be supercilious. I hope not, because it really is a little red love machine.

A Year Ago: Anxiety Pig

Line drawing of a pig.One of the truly fabulous resources for a person who has just moved to a new city and doesn’t know anyone is Meetup
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Giving Up

Watercolor effect image of calla lilies.

It’s Ash Wednesday, and so I was moved to decide what I would give up for Lent. A Buzzfeed quiz I saw on Facebook came back with the counterintuitive result that I didn’t need to give anything up, but rather I should add something constructive.

Wisdom from Buzzfeed? Oy.

Nevertheless: I have decided to give up fear of rejection for Lent.