She does love a sunny spot.
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When I was a regular poster at New Cafe, one of the other regulars that I chatted with frequently was also a labyrinth walker. She and her ex-husband had gotten back together after a long break and a lot of growth (probably on both parts) and she was taking care of him at the end of his life. He reached a point where he couldn’t talk, couldn’t really hold a book and was trapped in his slowly deteriorating body. She asked if anyone would be willing to send him postcards. I bought a pack of postcard stamps and got to writing. I don’t think he got a year of cards. But, I sent some I’m In NC!! cards that had touristy stuff on them. And when I went anywhere, I looked for cards for Andy. He got a couple from our trip to Wyoming.
When he finally died, she posted that his favorite flowers were daffodils amd said that if anyone felt like doing something, planting daffodils would be a nice thing. So, I got some daffodils to plant in the labyrinth and when they bloomed I posted a picture of them to her. She thought that was lovely.
They grew nicely in that patch and always reminded me of my long distance friend and a little family that had come to reconciliation after some stuggles. (Their adult son was pleased that his parents had been able to find their way back to each other, even as he completely understood why they had to be apart originally.)
When I dismantled the labyrinth, the daffodils stayed. And when the flowerbed that had there for a few years was being lifted up and moved around, they got transplanted to the bed by the road.
Well. Most of them did.
It appears I didn’t get all the bulbs. So, there’s still a ghost of the labyrinth daffodils holding on in the back yard. I’m OK with that.
The Cafe was an important part of my online social life and I made several significant relationships that have continued even as that website has changed and I have wandered off.
Andy’s daffodils are sort of Cafe Daffodils. When they bloom, I am reminded of all those people and conversations.
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Ann sent me a picture she thought I would want to see. She was correct. It’s an interesting piece that addresses domestic violence.
A Thousand Cuts It inspired me to look up the photographer. Her name is Sujata Setia.
She does not blink.
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I think what we do when we get up is probably the most ritualized part of our days. It is for me, anyway. I straighten the bed, brush my teeth (there may or may not be hair brushing), get a kiss, have a cup of black dark roast coffee and hop online where I upen a folder labeled Morning.
The Morning folder has a collection of webcomics, Patreon, BlueSky, Reddit and the WordPress Reader. When I have read through all that, I do some word games and Sudoku.
Recently, I added Public Domain Image Archive to the collection. I’ve forgotten how I found it. But, it’s a kick. I pick a picture at random and read through. Sometimes, I only get one picture. Like today.
My choice this morning clicked through to a single image of a painted butterfly with photographic busts of 4 men in the tips of its wings. The Art Institute of Chicago has a leatherbound volume of Madame B’s collages. But, the only additional link goes to a page of their collage collection (many of which are hers). There’s no information about Madame B herself.
A couple of weeks ago, I learned about The Snowflake Man of Vermont.
And recently, I found a colorized photo of a lily.
That link got me a short article about the photographer. Ogawa Kazumasa worked in the late 19th and early 20th centuries when the way to have color pictures was to add it in during development. You can tell that in some of the pictures with finer detail.
I was intrigued enough to buy a copy of his book of flowers that had been published by the Getty. I really enjoyed having a closer look and have since passed that along to a friend who was equally delighted with it.
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I did not notice this installation as I zeroed in on the CMA door. It did crack me up when I came out.
According to an article on Atlas Obscura, Blue Sky made and installed the chain with the knowledge of the 2 building owners, but not the city of Columbia. Permission for it to remain across the public alley was quickly granted.
I am the Audience 