april 30, 2017

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“Live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.” ~ Unknown

 

smile. no. (snapseed)

 

This is Stacy’s cat, Abby. She was very bored with me. She makes me laugh. I hope she makes you laugh, too. Happy Sunday!

march 24, 2017

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“Some days you just have to create your own sunshine.” ~ Unknown

 

spring fling (snapseed)

 

After National Puppy Day my feline companions were feeling a little put out by the attention Wally got. It was super warm today, so I came home and threw open the windows. Sitting in the kitchen window is Leo’s favorite thing. I kept shooting until I caught his mouth open. If you look real close you’ll notice there’s only one fang. He lost a fang a while back. He slobbers now. I try not laugh, lest it embarrass him. I had an excellent and productive week, the latter is something I can’t say very often. Here’s to an equally fantastic weekend. I hope the same for you!

march 6, 2017

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“It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work. And when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.” ~ Wendell Berry

 

stalker

 

This is Geoffrey. He’s the sweet boy that looks after Catherine and Susan. He’s got a curious look about him with huge eyes and a wonky ear that looks like a piece of wadded foil on the tip. He’s a small build with a mighty heart. Unlike many cats who shy away from visitors, Geoffrey joined the gathering in the kitchen for a time, and he was interested in my camera. I couldn’t get it to fire when he had his nose stuck to the lens, so I stalked him down the hallway until he did a pirouette in the bedroom doorway as if to say, “What do you want, human?” I was smitten with this kitten. 

july 31, 2016

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“The Bible says ‘a gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word sours up anger.’…Righteousness is complicated. Self-righteousness is the root of all evil. Let’s start with ourselves.” ~ Meg Barnhouse

 

one eyed Jack
one eyed Jack

 

When I first met Jack he had two eyes. He then disappeared for many weeks. When he reappeared he had only one eye. He kept sticking around the duplex that Stacy and I shared on Fontaine. When winter set in, we let him inside, though he was always free to roam. He rarely wandered far, and he was always home by dinner time, a bit like a child. Eventually, we learned that he belonged to the family in the duplex next to us; that he’d contracted an eye infection, and rather than treat him with meds, they chose to remove his eye. I wouldn’t have gone home either if I’d been treated like that! By spring, his family had moved, leaving him behind. I adored Jack, and I wasn’t about to have him abandoned a second time. So, when I bought my house I brought him with me. He and Sadie got along great, and when Lilly showed up on my porch late one night, he welcomed her in. She, being a feisty kitten, slapped Jack’s jaws more than once, but he never retaliated (frankly, I’m not sure he saw it coming, what with only one eye). That was my one eyed Jack. The most gentle animal I’ve ever known. We hadn’t lived here long before he was diagnosed with cancer. I brought him home for what was only to be a short time, but his disease had progressed much further than the vet and I realized. It was a cold February night. At supper time he gasped, gurgled, and that was it. It was over just that fast. I called Stacy to come hold the flashlight as I buried him beneath my beautiful fir tree. A few weeks later my friend Jill LeMaster gave me this handmade marker. It was a most thoughtful gesture. Now, I say hi to Jack every time I’m outside, and it’s been nice to watch how time has treated his stone; now a natural part of the yard. I’m so lucky he picked me.

july 27, 2016

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“I cannot tell you any spiritual truth that deep within you don’t know already.
All I can do is remind you of what you have forgotten.” ~ Eckhart Tolle

 

snaggle-tooth (snapseed)
snaggle-tooth (snapseed)

Once more lunch talk prompted outhouse sharing. On the second day of this week’s two-day migraine (that would be Monday), I struggled to let poor Wally out first thing in the morning. When he came back inside he stopped at my sandals. He began to chew on something. My vision was so bad I couldn’t see detail, but I could tell he wasn’t having much luck with it. I traded him for a real dog treat. I got a good look at it once I put on my glasses. Poor Leo. He’ll be going to the vet in the morning to be sure his whole fang fell out, and didn’t just break off at the root. This is the third tooth he’s lost since I’ve had him. Aunt Millie pulled the first two. She might have to pull more by the time she’s done tomorrow. Leo’s a trooper though. He’s as sweet as ever, and he’s liable to be a little sweeter when he can’t bite anything.

july 12, 2016

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“At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.” ~ Frida Kahlo

 

Leo approves (snapseed)
Leo approves (snapseed)

 

Today has been all about publishing I guess. I got home from work to find a copy of The Bible Belt Almanac in my mailbox. BFF Catherine Brereton has a piece about Mamaw in it, which includes some of my photos. Catherine was inspired by my exhibit at First Presbyterian Gallery back in October. (I absolutely love it when art inspires art.) It’s a story that’s happy, sad, tragic, loving, faithful, funny, and much more. It’s pretty amazing that she was able to wrap all those emotions into a short story. Of course, I was thrilled to pieces when they wanted to publish the photos along with it, but more than that, I was honored that Catherine found Mamaw’s story worth writing. It means more than words can say really. Then, I checked my email and learned an article Judy Sackett and I wrote is being published next month. Like I said, I guess today is all about publishing. Blessed beyond measure is what I am.

january 13, 2016

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“Have compassion for everyone you meet, even if they don’t want it. What seems conceit, bad manners, or cynicism is always a sign of things no ears have heard, no eyes have seen. You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone.” ~ Miller Williams

 

on the mend (snapseed)
on the mend (snapseed)

 

My Lilly has never been the most healthy kitty, but she has always, always, always been spunky no matter what. That changed today. She stopped eating Monday or Tuesday, and lethargy was obvious by this morning. A trip to the vet, without a firm diagnosis unfortunately, some fluids along with steroid and antibiotic shots seems to have brightened her eyes. She ate and drank the moment we walked in the door, and before long, she was purring and curling around my ankles like the cat I know. She’s an odd cat in so many ways, but I have adored her from the moment I set eyes on her as a four month old kitten that just appeared on my front porch one night. We’ve been together ever since, nearly eight years now. I remain positive for her recovery.

march 30, 2014

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You’re always you, and that don’t change, and you’re always changing, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” ~Neil Gaiman

green onion
green onion

The wild green onion doesn’t get the love it deserves. It’s the first thing to come up in spring, peppering the dead brown yard with hopeful green tufts. But it’s the first mow of the season where it really works its magic, releasing one of the most delicious odors to ever tickle my olfactory senses. Some folks enjoy cooking the wild green onion. I’ve never personally done it, and I don’t recall ever eating cooked wild green onions, but I understand they’re a delicacy to some.  Leo (and Lily) often nibble on them when given the chance (here, clearly, not being given said chance). The Booker T and the MG’s hit, Green Onions, was also one of my favorite songs as a kid. I played the 45 over and over and over and over again. For years. Yes, I love wild green onions. They have been good to me.

may I please have a taste?
may I please have a taste?

march 29, 2014

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Why do we think we’re one kind of person, with one capacity of interests and skills, when we have a universe inside of us?…Take the challenge; try something out of your comfort zone. You might unlock something that needs to be let out.” ~ David DeWitt

welcome, Winter (instagram)
welcome, Winter (instagram)

I was at Stacy’s watching the Florida/Dayton game when her guest cat, Winter, arrived for his dinner. He has one gold eye, one blue eye. He and Stacy’s indoor cat, Abby, seem to be friends, at least as long as there’s glass in between them. He’s pretty. He’s sweet.

one and one (instagram)
one and one (instagram)

 

march 25, 2014

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Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.” ~ Pleasefindthis

a boy and his book
a boy and his book

Another package in the mail. I could not believe it. Inside was Dickens’ Great Expectations, the book I used for an altered book group project started in 2012 by Mindy Cardenas. Michelle Shute, my friend and artist you may recall with the shadow box art, was the last to add to the book, and it was she who sent it to me. There were 15 artists in all; from Oklahoma to Uruguay, Wisconsin to New Mexico, California to Florida. From Lexington, Kentucky to Tucson, Arizona we are tattoo artists, educators, librarians, therapists, doctors, real estate agents, babysitters, moms and dads, lord knows what else, and we’re all friends with Mindy. This was her brainchild, and it exceeded my expectations.

work of art
work of art

It left Kentucky a drab 1950’s era book. It wasn’t a first edition. It wasn’t rare. It was a great piece of literature in an otherwise faded and ordinary state. It came back an exquisite piece of work. Layer upon layer of personality pour from its edges, stuffed with bits of art that will take a lifetime to find; intricately sewn, glued, folded, or pressed into every page. The bands of leather grip the book like tender hands around a crystal bowl, gently sliding into a hand-woven binding that wraps two perfectly whittled hard wood points. I’ve come to know many of the artists and their styles over the 18 months we’ve been exchanging books. In retrospect, my contributions seem very inadequate, but I hope everyone finds some joy in my meager attempts while I sit here in awe of this incredible gift I’ve received. Leo loved it, too.

art
art

Artists

Carolina Berta (Montevideo, Uruguay), Miguel Cardenas (WI), Mindy Cardenas (WI), Andrea Connell (WI), Joan Fuller (WI), Steve Gray (AZ), Nancy Dunn Kerr (WI), Bethany Key (NM), Kelly Petrie (WI), Natalie Black Senecal (WI), Michelle Shute (FL), Cherea Sowder Stone (OK), Kopana Terry (KY), Annette Truong (CA), and January Wyatt (OK).

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