Redo

Here it is the end of May and I haven't written a word all month.  I remembered promising to post a photo of my den redo. Although it is not finished yet, I have made progress. It has turned out nothing like I had envisioned, but I am pleased with the results so far. Here are the "before and after" shots.

The before shot

Still need to find some end tables and art work for the tv wall (which doesn't show in this photo). As with most of life, it is a work in progress.

  

"Ashes and Snow"

I'm blogging today after watching videos of Gregory Colbert's photographs. His fine art photography is shown in his Nomadic Museum, an exhibit that has traveled the world. Entitled "Ashes and Snow", it includes at least 100 photos and several film segments amassed over a ten year period. 

Here are a few of his photographs in sepia and black and white. His work is amazing. His lens captures the interaction of animals and people in a way that is both magical and spiritual.

There is so much more to say about this filmmaker/photographer and his ethereal images. If you would like to see more, there are plenty of "Ashes and Snow" websites that will leave you awestruck. 

Easter on Orcas

I just wanted to wish everyone a Happy Easter. While going through some old photos, I found these pictures I took while visiting Orcas Island.  It was early spring and the daffodils were in full bloom. It was a great time to be there, and although the weather was still chilly, there was no rain for ten whole days.

Stopped to take in this beautiful field of daffodils in Anacortes, where the ferry leaves from Seattle to the San Juan Islands.

Pike Place Market in Seattle was brimming with tulips in a rainbow of colors. Seeing these makes me wish that I had planted some bulbs. Oh well, maybe next year.  

 

"Luke"

I'm enjoying this spring weather, anxious to plant my annuals now that the chance of another freeze seems unlikely. The Japanese maple that I planted last year went from bare branches to full foliage in a matter of a few days.
Even the roses, that struggled through the summer heat and a severe pruning, are covered with buds.

For me, "Luke", a poem by Mary Oliver seems to capture the essence of spring.

I had a dog
who loved flowers.
Briskly she went
through the fields,

yet paused
for the honeysuckle
or the rose,
her dark head

and her wet nose
touching
the face 
of everyone

with its petals
of silk
with its fragrance
rising

into the air
where the bees,
their bodies
heavy with pollen

hovered-
and easily
she adored 
every blossom

not in the serious
careful way
that we choose
this blossom or that blossom

the way we praise or don't praise-
the way we love
or don't love-
but the way

we long to be-
that happy
in the heaven of earth-
that wild, that loving.

-from "Red Bird" by Mary Oliver