long days,
full moon.
no better light.
24.7.10
mnemonic
looking at the photo,
i can only tell you that
these two walls painted
these two colors had the
most unexpected shock
of loveliness and it is
very difficult to explain;
it created (on that hot
muggy day) the most
vibrant, alluring elegy
to these women of the
bauhaus. i wish you
could see it in person.
(there's no
forgetting)
23.7.10
22.7.10
sic transit
the more i think about it,
the more i am sure that
getting anywhere needs
to be more than half the fun
21.7.10
20.7.10
exponential
I've begun to realize that most of the people I admire
beyond all possibility of explanation are, or have been
at some time, teachers. There's really no way to completely
comprehend how much the influence of one good teacher
can change a single life (yours?). The truly great teachers
might do this hundreds (thousands?) of times. And
changing just one life is really a pretty big deal, isn't it?
How can anyone fully explain the amount of admiration this merits?
Teach?
19.7.10
corners of heaven
while travelling, it occurred to me that we
make our roadmap of heaven here on earth.
what we choose to do. how we live it.
above, a photo that looks to me to be
a corner of a heaven: valéry lorenzo's studio.
there are other corners of heaven that seem
to have been showing up. perhaps it helps to notice them.
in our tiny slice of california, it is hot and beautiful.
i note that certainly (though it is in need of
a little tlc and a lot of water) one corner happens, thankfully,
to be right in our backyard.
good to be home.
photo: VALÉRY LORENZO
18.7.10
when you're a Thing-Finder, you don't have a minute to spare
a moment to congratulate david john
(who is a true delight and has one of
the most brilliant blogs around) for his
very cool news. pure joy to see this
blog meet blog story; it sends a sweet
shot of happiness through the interwebs.
16.7.10
the angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory
Someone who means the world to me sent, years ago, a card that has become a lodestar, one of my greatest treasures; the thing that's special is the love with which it was created, that it is written in her hand (which is unmistakable and fills me with happiness), and that it has two quotes which have come to represent more than I can say. The first, from St. Augustine:
Lord, our hearts are restless
until they find their rest in you.
The second?
It refers to a work in progress.
Things take longer than you'd like, sometimes.
(The journey, though, is good.)
I'm hoping to take a break from blogging.
It's summer.
There are fireflies to catch.
(but one never knows)
15.7.10
14.7.10
13.7.10
echte
Having arrived in Langenburg fairly early
in the morning, the first stop I made was
Cafe Bauer. There was a young woman
sweeping the steps on the side of the cafe,
and it was open, and I trotted in and was
overcome with nostalgia and brought out
my camera for the first time (on the trip).
(Clearly, not the last. Can I admit to having
a bit of a blogging hangover from the posts
yesterday? What was I thinking?)
Where was I? (Not doing the time-change
Where was I? (Not doing the time-change
thing as swifty as my husband, who has it
down. Not sure I ever will. Okay. Onward.)
So. The young woman sweeping the steps
wasn't really very excited about me taking
pictures. Not at all. But before she could come
in, and sort of let me know that I was free to
buy something or maybe just leave and let her
get back to her business (fair enough)...I snapped
a few. And I did buy something, and got all fumbly
doing so and at the last minute had a tear in my
eye because darn it I missed my family. My
whole family, yes, but at that moment most
especially my little sister who had been -- with
me -- lucky enough to have an overnight at the
castle right down the street, with the very very
delightful family that lived there then (and a
few of whom live there still) and lordy I did
also miss my parents, who had joined us after
the weekend we stayed and had a lovely
barbecue (including corn on the cob, on the grill;
a rare treat at that time) with the family in the
courtyard around their sweetly chic pool
(if I recall correctly, everything Princess
Charlotte did was quietly and somewhat
amazingly chic, in the most subtle way).
Where was I again? Okay. I'm trying to tell
the young woman, as I buy the Wibele, that
my sister and I used to love them. Was also
going to tell her that my mom would put
out the Jagst Kiesel (candy, above, that
looks just like pebbles; serious heaven) in a
small elegant dish and how magic it seemed,
but the young woman didn't (or was just in
a hurry to get me out the door) seem to
understand a single word so I just gathered up
my small bag of goodies, took them to the car
and then ambled around Prince Kraft's auto
palace grounds (which are open, outside the
gates) and took more photos and kept missing
everyone. Funny how strong a hold some
places have on our memories, and how
flooded the senses become when suddenly
you are there again. Wibele, now that I
think of it, taste a bit like crunchy tiny
slightly meringue-y madeleines.
There you go.
12.7.10
wallpaper four
here's the thing about the goethe haus;
it was about 102 degrees in there. really.
and muggy. the good thing about this
was that there was almost no one else crazy
enough to be trotting through the rooms.
the tough thing was i could barely breathe.
so i just sort of stumbled quickly through
taking random photos between breaths and
hoping they'd come out all right. it was that
kind of hot where things aren't even registering
in your brain. the kind where you just want a
cool drink and a fan and...anyway. looking back,
the tough thing was i could barely breathe.
so i just sort of stumbled quickly through
taking random photos between breaths and
hoping they'd come out all right. it was that
kind of hot where things aren't even registering
in your brain. the kind where you just want a
cool drink and a fan and...anyway. looking back,
i like the photos. maybe being in a heat-induced
trance keeps you from over-thinking things.
something to think about, i suppose.
back to dessau
"a longing for excitement can be satisfied
without external means,
within oneself; for creating
is the most intense excitement
one can come to know"
portrait of lucia moholy by anni albers
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