Glimmering morning light
For what turned out to be a hidden reason, our sixth grade teachers taught us to sing an old song.
Flow gently sweet Afton among thy green braes
Flow gently I'll sing thee a song to thy praise.
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
Flow gently sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
I didn't know at that time what a love song…
Winter’s grip eases
its harshness evident
Dewdrops at dawn
bathe the landscape…
Sweet spring breeze
The symbolism is unequivocal: the egg in its serene ovoid beauty, houses the mystery of life itself.
And of course it's just plain fun to boil up a bunch of them and transform them into something elevated, beautiful, whimsical, or startling.
The BLP and I have a small hen house and 6 chickens that give us 4 or 5 mostly brown, and a few green, eggs every day. This time of year I am already giving some away since the two of us can't keep up with the production, but this week, I…Continue
A razor sharp
There are two ways to explain what something means or is. One is to craft a prose narrative. This takes a lot of time, and can create as much misunderstanding as it attempts to prevent. The second way is to list example, or to show pictures.
A good example of the first is with the many attempts to explain what constitutes beauty, or what is a fitting subject for art. Such explanations have been offered by philosophers, art critics and gas bags of all sorts, and invariably, the…Continue
I find myself drawn to uninteresting places like this one.
It is nearby and I pass it frequently while doing my weekend errands. My grocer is close by, and so it the cleaners.
And if I take and evening walk I wall pass this too.
This view was in full Summer. If you studied design in art school, you can see just how this view is classically perfect. It is balanced and the colors are in harmony.
It is also ugly. An aging business that is so indifferent to…Continue
It’s March the lane
is draped in damp cold…
The cluster of pines
at the edge of the marsh…
The High Line (NYC)
We may think that the best place to live is in a cozy cottage down a leafy lane but we really want to be with other people.
These contradictory notions are not impossible to combine since, with modern transportation, a man can work in the center of a city and go home to his leafy lane. My grandfather lived in a city and had to walk everywhere (he was born in 1861). Streetcars were invented during his lifetime. My father raised his kids (myself…Continue
I grew up in the 1950s and 60s. I started college in 1969 in NYC at a time when modernism was thought to have overthrown all the old ways of conceiving images and of building great buildings. By the late 1960s, he first wave of post war building on Park Avenue had been completed with both Walter Gropius and Mies van der Rohe having left their marks. Both fled Germany after the Nazis condemned modernism, both came to the US and both brought the International Style of brutal modernism to…Continue
The circumstances of life, good or ill, are just like nutrients in the soil, and spirit is the seed planted in it. Water (or tears) releases the seed and it grows roots and shoots up into the sun. What the seed becomes is inherent to its conception, but how it grows depends on the soil. Every heartache is an element feeding the seed.
Through adversity, disappointment, and loss, the seed in the soil will grow. Whatever comes next will continue to feed spirit. We're all little flowers…Continue
She is alone in freezing air
Her finery abandoned
The clouds in mystery appear
To swim with her
Surrounding her leaves
With icy indifference.