This week was the one-year anniversary of my starting this little blog. What’s the proper way to celebrate? I don’ t know exactly. Probably not skipping an entire week of posting. Still, today I’m using it as an excuse to update my about page. I’ve been wanting to do that for a while. Why? Partly [...]
Do you listen to Radio Lab? This episode talks about the first photograph to prove that horses take all their feet off the ground at once while running. This concept, this perspective, is something we take for granted now. It is a fact we cannot see with our naked eyes but have seen with the [...]
I haven’t done much drawing or painting lately. When I’m home with available time, I’ve been cleaning and organizing and purging. It’s a much larger job than it ought to be. A couple of weekends ago I spent much of Friday night and Saturday doing my bedroom closet. Is it crazy that I get as [...]
You go to your first oil class. The class you have planned for and excitedly anticipated for a year. You build canvas and gesso it. You get homework – a black and white painting. There is plenty of time. It is Wednesday.
You spend your Thursday evening packing and your weekend at family wedding festivities. [...]
When the Carson sisters get together in hot and humid weather, one of us is likely to refer to our hair as the Carson curse (that’s as opposed to Carson calves – not generally placed in the curse column). Carson cursed hair is thick and heavy and no fun during a muggy August. Up until [...]
Any non-vegetarian home cook worth her salt cellar knows that real homemade chicken stock is the secret magic ingredient of her kitchen. Intellectually, anyway. So on the rare days I had a few hours and a chicken carcass to spare, I would dutifully pull together a stock. Afterward I would guard it jealously. Because real [...]
Hope is the thing with feathers
A little Emily D for your Thursday morning.
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune–without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm [...]
I have a slew of posts planned but none complete. I’ve started an oil painting class and guitar lessons, so there’s lots to write about and even less time to get it written. Rather than let the blog lie fallow this week, today I’m posting a talk* I gave in church a few weeks ago:
I have a neighbor who lives upstairs from me who is so timid I think of her as a turtle – pulling her head into her shell every time anyone passes. I have never been able to engage her in conversation, despite our having lived in the same stairwell for several years. She seems unable [...]