135/gardens

When i lived in California i had a vegetable garden. i grew tomatoes, three kinds of lettuce,peppers, cucumbers and corn. it was hard work and very gratifying. i loved going to the backyard to pick dinner.
i grew flowers, too..cana and calla lilies, gladiolas, impatients, mini carnations. i grew lavender, sage, thyme and mint.
the mint threatened to take over the whole plot.
hard to write about gardens without getting homesick for california.

now i have an indoor garden of green plants mostly grown from cuttings.

134/change

change is the only thing consistent in life.  i've come to find that out the hard way.
i can't say i'm a huge fan of change, but i've tried to make some peace with its inevitability.
there were times i would wonder would my life EVER change.  sure enough it did and most times
i never saw it coming.

133/magic

top hats and rabbits, card tricks, voo-doo,white magic.  the world is filled with magic of all sorts.
i 've never really studied magic...i like the feeling of awe in not knowing how something is done.  i don't really want to know how to make people disappear........well, maybe some...

profile of chaos

oil on canvas

132/mugs

i've had a lot of favorite mugs over the years. "a moment enjoyed is never wasted" one early mug proclaimed. i love that sentiment.  i bought it at the old A & S store in downtown brooklyn.
i had some great hand built mugs...mostly cat motifs.  One cat mug was striped and fat and its tail made up the handle.
barbara had the exact same mug, 3,000 miles away.
i have two mugs i use regularly these days.  one is a row of victorian houses; the other a pink, i love lucy mug.

131/California

ah, california, what do i say about that great state?  the only place other than brooklyn that i've ever called home. 18 years is a long time. i thought i would never leave, but life has a way of changing plans in mid stream and now california is just a memory for me.
one of the things i miss most are the freeways...that tangle of roads representing the ultimate freedom to me.

#130/Trash

i love the whole concept of making something out of some one's trash. i have lots of neat trash in my house for art projects i don't quite get around to.  I have a bunch of gages and tubes from Bill's air conditioning days.  i don't have the space to build something around these gages, but they are too neat to throw out.

free write 129/spirit

ethereal.  spirits are everywhere.

spirit is holy; that part in us that rejoices.
spirit is the light insdie of us.

spirit is the astral body moving in different dimensions.

128/poetry

I used to read a lot of good poetry.  Wallace Stevens, for one, but far too many good poets to mention by name.  I was in love with poetry for a long time; reading it, writing it, attending poetry readings.  i had some poems published, but looking back on my poems, i can't imagine why.
there is something so concise about poetry when it works.  it is so exciting to read the exact right words, or a line remembered...
"and for what except for you do i feel love..."

127/cigar boxes

cigar boxes are neat items.  i remember asking the candy store owner to save them for me.  they were cardboard with a flip top.  the best one were made of wood with little hinges.  both kinds are good for crafts. i used to decoupage them with magazine cutouts or old greeting cards.  some artists made purses out of them.  i use them to hold my treasured junk.

126/locks and keys

i have a small collection of antique skeleton keys and one small lock.  I love keys because they are about opening.
locks say keep out, there is something worth protecting here, stay away.  you need the right key to unlock them.

on a photo walk one time, i found myself repeatedly taking pictures of locks. I'd been attracted to the textures but not away of the symbolism at the time.

125/Power

"all power corrupts" that was the theme of alan paton's "cry, the beloved country", a book i read in high school and miraculously, still remember.  history does seem to support the notion.
then there's personal power, which i never much get in touch with in myself.  maybe i've taken the power corrupts words too literally.
money is power.  another power i don't relate to.

124/pottery

i have some really fine pottery pieces, mostly the work of my friend Judy Gregg.  My favorite piece is a sager fired bowl, which means, i believe, that the pot is wrapped in seaweed and is fired at a lower temperature resulting in a mat finish with delicate markings.

i have a big round pitcher in a cool beige glaze.  some bowls, some goblets, plates, bottles, a funeral urn in shades of gray like the ashes used to create it.

123/journals

i kept a journal from the time i was 11 years old till i was in my 40's.  i filled many pages in fancy journals,diaries,composition notebooks, drawing books and even some spiral notebooks.  I had a lot to say back in my early days  Youthful angst took up a lot of pages and crushes, romances and true love did too.  Anger and frustration also spilled from my pen.  needs and doubts and dreams were crammed in those books with blank pages.I have shelves full of journals in my house, many illustrated with stoned doodlings to accompany the rambling prose.
over the past ten years i've tried to keep a journal several times, but only made a couple of entries before abandoning them.

122/astrology

My sign is cancer, the crab, and i am very much like that.  reclusive to a degree and with a tendency to be, well, crabby. Home loving and maternal; creative and posessive.
i seem to attract mostly gemini's tho i get along better with other water signs (scorpio, pisces, other crabs) and earthy taurus people.
i don't know how accurate astrology is on a day to day basis but i find it interesting and some people really fit the characteristics of their signs.
in Chinese astrology i come from the year of the dragon.   i don't know much about that.