Inside the casino: glittering lights and colors and sounds at the slot machines. It’s easy. Just slide in your card or your bill, push the button, sit back and watch the 777 and BARS spin round and round. Then do it again…again…and again. They make it so easy to be a winner! and loser! What a world—Ka-ching! Ka-ching!
Be happy if there’s something to be happy about! When the moment comes, don’t lose it! They say life can last a hundred years, maybe more. Maybe you’ll live a full thirty thousand days. (rephrased from “Cold Mountain, 101Chinese Poems)
By the sea….by the sea….
When I was a kid, they were just two kinds of oranges—navel oranges and juice oranges. Now, the choices of grown: Navel, Seville, Valencia, Tangelo, Mandarin, Tangelo, Tangerine, Clementine, Blood, Cara Cara, Lima, and likely more. I like the Mandarin—maybe it’s the Chinese in me. They’re cute and also sweet, easy to peel, and a bit chewy with good fiber!😘
Wanting to take a quick picture of two runners running by, but I was slow on the draw. Hmmm.
There was a time I wanted things to be perfect, the way they tell stories in fairy tales. Now it’s okay for some things to be clear and some things to be fuzzy. It makes life interesting and gives me something to ponder. Are crab apples, really apples? Yes. All crab apples are apples, but not all apples are crab apples. A crab apple is tiny and sour and bitter, not sweet enough like the big apples to eat raw, but they can make a tasty pie or an interesting little poem.
Happy Caturday! 😻 Cheers!
Early in the morning all the birds are clamoring, clamoring to come inside my kitchen window. Be silent, just listen.
Gazing down into the fishbowl, that’s Finny (on the left) and Tipper. They go round and round and round, every now and then kissing the air. Life in a bowl. Yay! Yay! Do goldfish see in the dark, I wonder. Is that why their eyes are so big? Did you know that goldfish can live 10 to 15 years in a properly sized, rather large, filtered aquarium or pond? In a small bowl, most goldfish live just six months, maybe more. Finny’s been living here 2 or 3 years in a 12-inch bowl. Now and then, he likes to just hang and float….sometimes belly up, sometimes tails up. He’s a happy fish. Go Finny!
No picture to post, not much to say, but have a nice day, anyway!🐶
Two shadows having a heart-to-heart.
Sunday morning. Slept in, got up late, not much to say, so here’s a picture to scratch your head about and just wonder. What’s this? Two flip flops abandoned in the parking lot at Ft. Washington State Park. No car, no feet. How’d they get here? Who left them here? Why? Where’d the feet go? Will they be back? Hmmm…
Just standing. Just looking. This morning, I read a poem written by a T’ang poet who called himself T’ai-Shang Ying-Che (The Ancient Recluse). Here, he replies to someone who was asking him why, and how long he had been living in Chungnan Mountains.
Somehow, I ended up beneath pines…sleeping in comfort on boulders…there aren’t any calendars in the mountains…winter ends but who counts the years
Funny, how birds always have something to say. Even when I can’t know what they are saying, it doesn’t matter. I just close my eyes and listen, and follow them home.
My favorite flavor is vanilla, plain vanilla, but after a long hot walk, I wanted something a little more substantial. I was dreaming about butter pecan or maple walnut. The ice cream store didn’t have either so I asked for a taste of pistachio, then pumpkin cheesecake. I got a double dip on a sugar cone. It was seven dollars! Gone are the days of the 50 cent cone, like when I was a kid.
It was like this. I was sitting a good 30 or 40 feet away watching, admiring his easy skill with the dough—pizza dough that is—as he lifted and lofted it larger and larger. So of course I had to snap a few pictures with my camera.
No, he wasn’t smiling. In fact, he walked right up to me and said, “I don’t appreciate you’re taking pictures of me.” Then he turned and walked away before I could explain. Oh, well. By the way, the pizza was absolutely “amore!” Made me think of that old Dean Martin song, “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore!”😋
September 5 the waxing moon was not quite full.
Today, September 7, the Earth will pass directly between the sun and the moon creating a Blood Moon for a total lunar eclipse lasting approximately 82 minutes. It will be live-streamed and visible in its entirety from many parts of the world, but not North America. For more details Google: Blood Moon 2025.
“The Elegant Woman” — 13-1/2 x 12” — Origami
Like a good woman, every fan has a story to tell. I love this piece. It was commissioned by a good friend who asked for something with fans. These fans are small, measuring 2” to 4” across, made from fine Japanese washi papers. Beginning with large sheets of washi, roughly 30” long by 24” across, I cut 6” strips, then six” squares. From these I cut smaller pieces, three times longer than wide. Then the folding begins. Each of these fans has been folded and unfolded then re-folded six times. The process is long, a quiet moving meditation. I thoroughly enjoyed making this piece and am happy it will go to a good home.
Last night’s walk. I followed the moon slipping in and out of clouds, lining them in silver. Clouds. Moon. Clouds—they don’t want to hide; they enjoy a good game, a game of peekaboo. Moon—just smiles and goes along for the ride.
There’s something beautiful here in this broken down leaf and the way it’s taking its time all the way to the end, aging gracefully.
Our final morning on Hidden Lake. Savoring the moments.
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