Evening Cloudscape

Panoramic view of early evening clouds, Asheville, NC
For hugeous version, click here.

And here you have it: why I sit on my porch in the evening. Well, one of the reasons. But it’s a good one, don’t you think?

Oh, and have a look at what I was photographing at this time last year. Quite the coinkidink. (I swear I only noticed this as I was making this post. I had to change the title of this post because I already had used “Cloudscape,” but I didn’t know when ’til I went to the fetch the “year ago” link.)

Western North Carolina—bringing you spectacular cloudscapes, year after year.


A Year Ago: Cloudscape

Early evening clouds, Asheville, NCI went out intending to photograph the supermoon
[read more]


Graffiti Corner

Painted & textured wall.

I love alleyways. I love the behind-the-sceneness of them. Their furtive air, where secrets are enacted out in the open. They are the private life of the urban street.

Take sensible precautions, but walk an alley now and then.


A Year Ago: Innards Redux

Decaying big rig interior machinery.My poor digestive tract has not been entirely settled since my appendectomy
[read more]


Smokin’

Alley graffiti-mural, Asheville, NC

Asheville’s got a lot of murals, sometimes in hidden, unexpected places. They change pretty often too.

This one somehow seems appropriate for the advent of Summer.


A Year Ago: Nothing Is Perfect

Rose with fly.Some people might argue that nothingness is indeed the only possible perfection…
[read more]


Beetle on Moonrise Maple

See title!

I am gifted with glorious friends. For my birthday, not long after I moved into my new home, David & Lynn offered me a tree for my yard.

And nearly a year later, I finally got around to redeeming that splendid present. This shows the lovely leaves of my Moonrise Japanese maple. It’s a sapling about three feet tall at the moment, planted off the corner of my porch, not far from the entrance steps. It is expected to grow a foot per year in the next fifteen years.

Fully grown it will be 18 feet tall and have approximately an 18 foot, multi-trunk spread. Its beautiful leaves change color from red when new to green with red tinge in the summer to red again in the Fall. It will provide beauty, shade, patterned light, and shelter for birds for decades to come.

It is a blessing to my home, and I hope it will bring pleasure to my neighbors as well as to those who live in this house after me.

Thank you, dear friends, thank you so much!


Two Years Ago: Twirl

Girl dancing, Asheville, NCSince I’m still away from home, I can’t provide you with the Transit of Venus post I keep promising…
[read more]


Ice Cream Popsicles

Plants at the NC Arboretum, Asheville

Ha! Bait and switch! No summery cool desserts here.

Of course I can’t remember exactly what these plants are called, but there was some reference to frozen treats. I spotted these on a Saturday afternoon walk at the NC Arboretum with Bob.


A Year Ago: Let It Rain [video]


In The Green

Japanese Yew, Biltmore Estate, Asheville, NC

Sure, technically it’s still Spring.

Tell it to the plants: they’re all in full-on foliage mode. In my yard, let but two drops of water fall from the sky and sixteen weeds leap out of the ground. A day later, they’re three feet tall. And that’s seriously only a *tiny* exaggeration. Temperatures in the 80s every day.

It’s Summer. Don’t wave that calendar at me.


A Year Ago: A Good Place To Be A Rabbit

Bunny in the garden at Biltmore Estate.It took a stroll in the garden with my guy, sniffing the natural soothing aromatherapy of rose bushes in bloom…
[read more]


Shells & Candle

Watercolor style image.

I wonder if it’s something about this time of year. I look at the year-ago entry and find that I’m feeling almost exactly the same way. I’m running around busy-busy with one thing and another. Not complaining: just that by the time I get ready to write something, I’m already tapped out.

And, for example, there are a whole bunch of potentially postable pictures on my desktop machine that I haven’t done anything with because sitting there and booting it up feels like too much effort at the moment.

On the plus side, I have a yard that is almost managed, and I’m sleeping in my very own bed. In my home. With a porch.

Life is good. (Shout out to dear friend Lynn: GET WELL SOON!)


A Year Ago: Wear & Tear

Eroded tractor-trailer link-up area.I’ve got so many things going on right now my head is spinning…
[read more]


Citizen of the USA

Naturalized citizen with certificate and flag.

On May 27, 2014, forty-four men and women from 28 different countries became naturalized citizens of the United States of America in Charlotte, NC. One of them was my friend Sonali.

I had never been to a citizenship ceremony before. I went because I felt it was important to bear witness to this landmark event in a friend’s life—it seemed wrong that she should have to drive alone more than 2 hours each way and make this transition without any support from her community. But I didn’t know quite what to expect of the experience.

I’m not a very nationalistic person. I don’t think the USA is the best country for everyone and anyone, all the time. I am sometimes ashamed, embarrassed, or appalled by what my government does in my name, or by the way I and my fellow citizens behave. But I am a patriot: I believe that our fundamental ideals are good and noble ones, and that citizenship is a privilege and a responsibility to be exercised thoughtfully and diligently.

The videos were cheesy, the President’s greeting canned and predictable. The immigration officer’s delivery was stilted and rote. There were a surprising number of references to God.

I shed a tear anyway. Here were 44 people for whom the United States still represents opportunity and welcome. They will make our country richer—as much in wisdom, experience, and perspective as economically. I hope they will become politically engaged and actively take part in making us a better nation.


Two Years Ago: Bottled

Condensation in plastic bottle.Another entry in my condensation collection
[read more]


Ashevilliana

First there was Downtown After Five. Then the Montford Art Festival. And then Friday evening music at Antler Village on the Biltmore Estate. Lots of free music with friendly crowds, lately, reminding me how much I enjoy these community events that—at least for now—are attended mostly by locals.

Micah pointed to the lanterns in the barn and asked me to take a picture of them. (Later she went back and took some of her own.) “I bet they’ll end up as something beautiful,” she said. Can’t make a liar out of her, can I?

There was a tree losing a battle with a vine. But hey, check out the sun on the side of the barn enclosure and that ridiculously blue sky.

Because I am botanically challenged, I cannot tell you the name of this dense clump of purpleness. But it was very purple indeed.

Yesterday I spent the day at All Souls parish retreat at Lake Kanuga. To say that it did not suck would be an understatement of heroic proportions.

This afternoon was devoted to showing visitors classic real estate in all four quadrants of the city. The weather held, there was no traffic, and my dark horse pick was a hit.

Bob went to the arboretum for the rose show and took some lovely photographs, but we both missed out on the Kenilworth Open Studios this time.

Asheville has so much to offer.


Two Years Ago: Underpass

Georgia Ave, Silver Spring, MDI will admit right out of the gate that I’m excessively pleased with this picture…
[read more]


Ghost Flight

Illuminated paper airplane model.

When I was young, I had flying dreams all the time.

In most of them, I could only fly when no one was looking. If someone saw me, or was watching, I would either sink back to earth or not be able to get airborne.

But there were exceptions, and in a few of my dreams I was a prodigy of flight—racing ahead of thunderstorms, diving from the sky in utter freedom, feeling courage in my veins like wine. I felt so truly myself, so capable, adventurous, so unfettered, quickened through and through with the fire of life.

The excitement and joy of those experiences remains unmatched by anything in my waking life. To this day when I commit myself to sleep I hope, now mostly wistfully, that I will dream of flying.


A Year Ago: Golden Future

Today, rather than focus on my (as always) copious opinions on the topic “Always Be Learning,” I thought I’d give you another look at the before & after of a photograph…
[read more]