Thursday, March 21, 2024

New Art Club

 For the past few months, back into fall 2023, I have been helping start a new art club. It not like the one I slaved for before I got the gallery. It’s fun, and I am beginning to get the hang of what it could be. 

This evening was our second meeting. Not every meeting will be a meeting. Some will be activities, like the plan for next month. But back to today, tonight. I had a bad dream early this morning that it was a failure, that hardly anyone came and that those who did started leaving as soon as we were sent to a small back room to meet. And none of the people who showed up had come last time and who were they anyway. 

In reality, fewer people people did come, but a lot was happening in and around this town of ours, and it was expected. The totally awesome speakers we lined up were appreciated and enjoyed by all in the room.  My camera was charged and ready for use, but I was so caught up in the moments, I never took it from my bag.  

I hope this cool new art club will live long and prosper.  

Monday, March 18, 2024

Forward or Backward

A tag in my jeans read: Save the planet. Wash less, wash cold, dry on line. How funny and sad.

Wednesday, March 13, 2024

Red Onion

This onion was so expensive, I needed to give it a starring role.



Monday, March 11, 2024

Mama’s shoes

I went shopping today for new wearable items. 
First a trip to Rack Room in the mall. A few years ago, BC (before Covid), I bought four pairs at once, and was I proud of myself! Today I did the same, and what a great price I paid for all four! 
I know I’ll be happy I got them. 
As I was loading the fours shoe boxes in the car, I was reminded of my Wilmington grandmother and her shoes. Mama bought one pair a year. It was a big deal that day when she went downtown to carefully select them. They new ones looked like the old ones, black pumps with a bit of a sturdy heel, just shinier and unwrinkled. The new shoes were saved for church or other dressing up, and the older ones she wore around the house. Both pairs were kept under her side of the bed. Mama couldn’t walk without shoes! It seems I remember she had a very old pair of black lace up boot-like shoes, the kind that needed a special tool for lacing. I was born in 1944 and spent a lot of time with her the first seven or eight years of my life. I love having those memories to compare with how life is lived today. 

Tuesday, March 5, 2024

KBeach

 It is most wonderful to get to any beach. It is healing, invigorating, and inspiring. 



Tuesday, February 27, 2024

A little poem about the sunrise

 ball of marigold in a lavender sky

moving up unnoticed like time

splits the blanket of thick morning gray