Wall Bumps, Cherokee

Concrete wall, post, shadows, trees.

Every now and then I make a photograph that I love well beyond normal. This is one of them. It charms the *heck* out of me.

Let me point out some of the reasons I adore this picture.

First of all, the wall bumps. Come ON. Who does that? And why? Whatevs, they are unexpected and adorable. I want to pop them like bubble-wrap.

Then, I ask you to note the green fence and the telephone wires, how they parallel one another. (You may need to look at the Gallery version to see these properly.) Most excellent!

Please also note the extremely vertical pole, with its extremely angular shadow—which is somehow mysteriously completed at the bottom right of the frame. Awesome!

Kindly note the green green of the grass and the evergreen bushes and the sere winter brown of the rest of the trees. It’s almost as if the seasons change from the left side of the pole to the right. Freaky!

And then there’s the shadow filigree of the vines hanging down on the wall, like inverted icicle Christmas lights. Evocative!

The whole thing looks like a concrete musical score to me. It’s both abstract and not abstract.

This photo was taken with my iPhone. I wish I’d had a better quality camera with me, as the detail is not what it could be. Still: luurrrrrve it!


A Year Ago: Orange Hospitality

Oranges in cut glass bowl with shadows.
How lucky I am to have friends who offer me hospitality…
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Heart of Light

Sliced end of romaine lettuce.

This is the time of year, experience tells me, when the melancholy really starts to settle in—the cold and the grey, the short day and the long, dark night, the holidays that can feel as if they make a mockery of the sadness in one’s bones. Everything I can do to forestall the slide is worth doing. And the simplest and most direct thing that works for me, I’ve found, is to be of service to someone else.

I was scheduled to serve as healing intercessor at the 5:45pm service at my church, The Cathedral of All Souls. I made my way there in the early nightfall, feeling glum but dutiful . Altogether we were five: four parishioners and the priest. We said the prayers, shared the bread and wine. I expected that I would not be called upon. But I was—among the five of us, two asked for the laying on of hands. One of the two was, in fact, in deep distress. By being there, by being able to offer what she needed, I felt once again tremendously privileged and deeply grateful to be present and useful.

You never really know what you have to offer until you show up for someone who needs it. Every day that I can offer something kind and helpful and constructive is a day worth getting out of bed for.

Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.


A Year Ago: Lissitzky Light

Transmitted and bounced light on the wall.Things are a lot sunnier in the recent pictures than they have been in actuality…
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Bottletree

Wine bottles hanging from a winery tree.

I think I should plant one in my yard, don’t you?


A Year Ago: Oak River

Bark of an old oak tree.This grandfather oak had dynamic, swirling bark that flowed like a river delta…
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One of These Things…

Human Shadow and Utility meters on acid green wall.

…is not like the others. Yes, that’s me among the machines. I’m looking a little one-dimensional, don’t you think?

In other news:

My dear friend Sonali has a new house, which I helped her find and purchase. Finally, something useful about being a realtor!

My dear friend David has a birthday today! Happy birthday and many, many happy returns of the day!

I’m hoping for a little bit of breather, as there is lots of stuff around the house that needs tending to. I have to get my desktop computer fixed. My study has got to be reorganized into a more functional configuration. I need to set up the new real estate blog.

Before the end of the year, I intend to finish up the courses I need to get rid of my provisional status, and cover my regular CE for the year as well.


A Year Ago: Lessons My Cat Has Taught Me: Number 3—Clean Up!

Cat silhouetted against yellow walls.

Dishes no longer sit in the sink. Food has to be put away right away after meals…
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RAD or Key West?

Exteriors in River Arts District, Asheville, NC

Before our early snowstorm, we had more than a week of gloriously sunny autumn weather. I have hiking pictures to prove it, which I’m sure I’ll get around to sharing, eventually. Bob and I had a lovely dinner at Pizza Pura after marching around in Dupont State Park. The color scheme here put me in mind of the Keys.

Somehow I totally managed to overlook the anniversary of my move to Asheville. This must mean that I think of this place as my home now, and that it is no longer a novelty (or a just a place that’s not DC).

That’s probably a good thing, don’t you think?


A Year Ago: Valet

I seem to be on a mini bridge binge
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Water Tower, Greer SC

Water tower from below.

Bob and I spent Monday together. Much of the afternoon was spent walking in Dupont State Recreational Forest, and I have some nice pictures from that outing, but before we got there we made an errand run to Greer, SC.

As we approached our destination, I saw this water tower. I almost declared an aesthetic emergency, but we had a goal to accomplish. (We didn’t, but we tried, and it wasn’t our fault.) On the way out of Greer, I asked Bob to pull over so that I could attempt to photograph the water tower in a way that would explain why it so captivated me. I took 4 images trying to get it right. This was the last. I’m pretty happy with it.


A Year Ago: Lessons My Cat Has Taught Me: Number 2—Explore!

Cat peering out of a bookshelf.There’s a long bloody line carved into my right cheek, from my upper lip to my jaw…
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Bamboo Passage

Black & white image of path through bamboo and other trees.

Not in Japan, or indeed anywhere in Asia. Another autumnal Asheville fool-the-eye, this one from the grounds of the Biltmore Estate.


A Year Ago: Enclosure

Undeveloped riverside property at Carrier Park, Asheville, NCSome days, every little thing—no matter how mundane or derelict—is kissed with glory…

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Asheville Provençale

Morning Glory climbs a wall.

The south of France in Spring? No: Asheville, NC in October. Little surprises that delight.


A Year Ago: Lessons My Cat Has Taught Me: Number 1—It’s A Good Thing You Didn’t Have Kids

Selfie with kitten.I’ve been sick for the last several days and have been spending most of my time in bed…
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Seasonal Leaves

Fuzzy lamb's ears with water droplets.

Not yet the full spectrum of Fall color. No, now we’re having the quiet slide into the dimmest part of the year. The sun’s down at around seven now. The moon glows brighter in the cooler sky. The dew lingers longer, anticipating the arrival of frost.

Autumn is my favorite season, despite the dying of the light. If only we could have Autumn without the inevitability of Winter. I don’t have a lot of good things to say about the cold, the damp chill, the dark and ice of winter.

I wonder why I find myself awake in the middle of the night, wide awake, despite no fault of caffeine and no untoward anxieties. My cat is a croissant of fur and purr, blissfully oblivious to my wakefulness. I envy him his utterly feline ability to tuck himself in and simply sleep.


Two Years Ago: Reflected Glory

Biltmore Estate, Asheville, NCIf you build it, they will come…
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Asheville Pride 2014

It was a beautiful day. A lovely, warm-hearted, cheerful, multi-generational, gently eccentric crowd gathered to celebrate together. The one lone counter-protester was surrounded by a compassionate circle of people affirming the primacy of love and equality.

What a lovely variety of humanity.

I’m proud to be an Ashevillian.


Two Years Ago: Bench & Shadow

Biltmore Estate, Asheville, NCSeeing more shadows than light today, but hoping for a reversal sometime soon…
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