Tied up in knots...

It was the patterns that struck me first. The sharp clean, straight, orderly lines of the brick juxtaposed with the soft, curved, chaotic lines of the hose caught my eye. The bits and pieces of debris just added something to the whole composition. I almost moved them but I liked them there. For some reason, I feel like having a soft pretzel though. :-)  July 18

Hippy-tie yea...

Guess what we did the other day? I love the patterns and colors. I love that I got to have three kids running around my backyard while I tried to coax them over to dye their own shirts. I love that my son was the least interested. Well, should I have expected anything else? I took photos of some of the finished ‘art work’. I should have photographed my feet. They were tie-died too! June 29th

Stone edge...

I wish I had something clever to say, I just love rock walls. Old ones, new ones, the ones that are falling down, they all catch my attention. I love the patterns they make as the rocks nestle together in an effort to stay upright and the precarious positions they take as time and nature wear down their resistance. Not to mention the rocks themselves formed over millions of years and now they stand guard over small corners of our existence. What can I say, I like them. June 17th

Malled...

We went to see a movie. A girl’s night with Stir Crazy and Midnight in Paris, accessorized with SnoCaps and way over priced and too salty popcorn. It was fun! We all liked the dinner and 2 out of 3 of us really liked the movie. I loved the idea of wandering the streets of Paris and being transported to another time. What would you give for the chance to meet Hemingway, the Fitzgeralds, Picasso and Dali?  What about having Gertrude Stein read and comment on something you wrote?! Need I say more?  As a bonus, you get to wake up again in the 21st century, safe in your own bed. And you do it all without the help of Alice B Toklas. I understood the main character's motivations and obsessions. I didn’t understand all the interpersonal dynamics in the people that populated his ‘real’ life but I suspended disbelief and went for a trip back in time.

When we came out of the theater, discussing our takes on the movie, I glanced down and saw these patterns on the floor. There were decorative screens on the lights casting the coolest shadows on the floor. The merits, or lack there of, of Woody Allen’s latest cinema attempt were forgotten and I focused on these. In a sea of people trying to get the best deal at Target or grab a bite at Cinnabon, these beautiful creations made me smile. June 11th