Monthly Archives: April 2014

Let The Barriers Fall

Watercolor style picture of orange traffic barriers.

I get a genuine jolt of joy when I learn that someone has broken through an unjust barrier—or when a whole category of folks get access that they should never have been denied in the first place.

I love it when, as the Quakers say, way opens.

I am also grateful when the the obstacle courses that I once set up for myself suddenly reveal themselves as the outgrown emotional playgrounds they truly are. I don’t have to crawl on my belly under the barbed wire. I can stand right on up and stroll around it.


A Year Ago: Impulsive [Palette]

Pink flowers burgeoning with palette.There’s a flower riot going on these days. Spring is in full swing…
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Open to the Public

Side of building, watercolor effect.

What a difference a couple of days makes. I’m feeling considerably more cheerful and optimistic than I was then. My mood is undoubtedly helped along by spending several hours a day outdoors in bright sunshine.


A Year Ago: Pretty Ugly

Abstract flower pattern.A few years ago, I mentioned the French concept/term jolie-laide
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Why Look Here?

Empty chair, construction, reflection.

The tomb is empty. Love lives.

Happy Easter, friends.

Bob at 53

Bob at Biltmore Estate

Happy birthday, sweetheart!


A Year Ago: De consolatione crustum

Bob with margherita pizza.What do you do for the man you love when he turns *coughety-cough* years old?…
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Opening: Closed

Boarded up window in old brick building.

Perhaps I’m more easily discouraged than others.

Momentum is everything for me. If I can get up a head of steam, I can get anything done and make anything work. But if I run into a long enough stream of small obstacles, my forward motion can grind to a halt and getting anything going again comes to feel impossible.

I know: try, try again. But what I wouldn’t give for a string of small successes—heck I’d settle for things just not going awry for a few weeks straight. So I could get the mojo working again, so that I could feel that my efforts stand a chance of amounting to something.

I hate feeling so worn down. This is not the way I’m supposed to be. I want to reclaim my native optimism and energy.

Reflection on Pack Square

Gothic building reflected in modern one, Pack Square, Asheville, NC

Sunshine and good company are a big help.


A Year Ago: Crudo [Palette]

Appetizer with color palette.The food at Table was beautiful, delicious, and plentiful…
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Beyond the Wire

Fence with razor wire, rooftops, bridge overhead.

My mood is pretty messed up, and I’m feeling kinda ropey physically. It’s not a great combination. I’m experiencing the transition to the warmth and growth of Spring as somehow a painful process this season

The anniversary of my emergency appendectomy came and went. It’s hard to believe it’s been a year already.

My yard is becoming lush. It’s incredibly beautiful—the violet carpet of pansies, bright yellow dandelions, and a variety of tiny little blue and white flowers. The aging tree in the center of the property has put out a delicate tracery of new leaves. The poplar, oak, and black walnuts have yet to leaf. Of the 21 saplings I planted, I think maybe a handful will take and flourish.

The Great Bramble War of 2014 continues in a series of brutal skirmishes, in which I wrestle long, thick ropes of networked roots out of the ground and yet there are always more. And there are thorns.


A Year Ago: Spring, As Seen From the House O’ Sickness

Little flowers.I will now confess to being somewhat cranky and aggrieved…
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No Subtitles Needed

My first-ever posting of an advertisement. If I’m going to let someone hawk their wares on my blog you know it’s something beautiful indeed.

Sunlight & Water

Illuminated plastic bag and hooked-up hydrant.

Not what you were expecting, maybe.

I am grateful for the fabulous warm, sunny weather we’ve had for the last few days. It illuminates everything and makes even the mess of urban construction glow.


A Year Ago: Before Spring

Field with horse, Biltmore Estate, Asheville, NCAs I sit here this morning, it’s a balmy 36°F and overcast…
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Volunteer

Spring pansy.

In the 70s today, immaculate sky.

The kitty and I meander around the yard enjoying the sunshine and the warm breezes. Really, there’s nothing wrong with it at all, and even the the bleeding thumbprick I received from yanking brambles without gloves on doesn’t rankle.

Many sections of the yard are carpeted with fuzzy spires topped with little pink blossoms (I think Lynn identified it as heal-all, but the pictures I found online seem to differ). There are also numerous little pansy-type flowers scattered hither and yon. I’m doing everything I can to encourage these attractive volunteers which seem to do just fine in competition with less attractive weeds and grasses.


A Year Ago: Woodland Walk

Sketchy monochrom panorama of woods and mountsins.[Click here for hugeous, enlargeable version in a new window.] Another in the notorious series of “sketches” that are no such thing…
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