This was posted on Reddit. I have tried to look up where it came from originally. But, all I can find are reposts over the last year. I have no idea who took the picture. I wish I could give credit for it.
This explains both names, Blue Ridge and Smokies.
There is a small container in a parking lot off Churton Street in Hillsborough that’s housing a mandala as part of the Uproar Festival of Public Art.
There’s a shelf under the poem with 4 little bowls of sand that you can touch. Each bowl has finer sand than the last going from fairly course (almost like playground sand) to the much finer stuff that is used for mandalas.
The destruction ceremony is tomorrow night and I’m planning to attend.
I’m kind of persnickety about the idea of mandalas. I think they are lovely and understand people wanting to keep images of them. But, when people call a permanent thing they have made a mandala, they seem to be missing the point.
I have taken so many pictures of art I want to share. Then I get overwhelmed by choice. And THEN I find I forgot to get the attribution.
So….
Here are some butterflies while I’m trying to get my shit together.
Alternatively, here’s a picture I took on my way home from work. An advantage of driving around in the country at 1:30 in the morning is that you don’t have to worry about other people coming up behind you when you’re stopped in the middle of the road.
I don’t feel like anything I say could add to this.
The bulbs I left in the ground have not come back up. I bought the bulbs from Blue Buddha Farms.
This one started coming up inside after a surprisingly short period of dormancy. Since it is so lush, we’ve left it inside.
The mostly white one slowly started back around the end of February. And it has done well outside. I’ll bring it in when nighttime temps start to stay around 50°F.
The mostly red one just came up recently. Like…. This week. I thought it was not going to.
They do not make pretty blossoms.
I am the Audience 