Friday, December 31, 2010
To fling myself into the unknown...
I was taking a part of the South
To transplant in alien soil,
To see if it could grow differently,
If it could drink of new and cool rain,
Bend in strange winds,
Respond to the warmth of other suns.
And, perhaps, to bloom.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
I've restructured my home, moving a table into the living room for painting, and a chair to the kitchen to watch life and snow float by on lazy weekend mornings.
I want to restructure more. This quiet life feels good. There is no race to the end. With improper lighting, I create little sketches of photos I've taken. Some are hideous, others are not. But what it's really about is the scratch of the charcoal across the pages simultaneously dragging darkness and creating shadows.
Life is movement in and out of the shadows.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
"There's another disadvantage to the use of the flashlight: like many other mechanical gadgets, it tends to separate a man from the world around him."
"We are preoccupied with time. If we could learn to love space as deeply as we are not obsessed with time, we might discover a new meaning in the phrase to live like men."
From Edward Abbey's 1968 book "Desert Solitaire"
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
My balcony. Nearly every day, another 4-6 inches, for a while, at least.
The drive to work. So happy I'm from North Dakota.
For a while we kept having power outages. It was a conundrum how to get my coffee beans ground. (And the car out of the garage.)
It was almost too cold to take a picture. Not jealous of the kayakers!
Merry Christmas Santa Wieners! If I ate meat, I would have one of these!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
What I do know is that I've found pleasure in the whiteness, the watching, the peace of winter. Whether it's sitting in front of my window watching the cold precipitation flurry around outside, or driving on the snow shaded roads, or sliding through the snow on my red skis which I noticed today form hearts at the tips where the snow sticks and builds up. I have found my my heart again this winter and I have found winter in my heart.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The next day, I sneak up early in the morning and take photos and plan how to move the bird. It still bothers me. But I am going to do it.
After four days of bird removal contemplation, I get the bird off my windowsill into a paperbag and move him to the trash. Even though that seems mean. I only screamed twice. When he was stuck under the windowshade and one other time. My mom told me I could not fling him off the patio, in case he exploded and created more of a mess. That would be mean too. I guess. Anyway, he is gone now, to bird heaven.
Birds and ducks in Amsterdam:
They were skidding into landings, slipping around on the ice-- and flying about. I watched a long time, their beauty.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
You head for the Amsterdam airport at about 4pm to catch your 7pm flight, even though it's a bit early. Oh well. Once at the airport, you wait. The plane leaves late for München, where you have the connecting flight to Nürnberg. You wonder if you'll make the connection but tell yourself worrying does no good. You booked your flight to Nürnberg because it's approx 40 minute drive to your house, or one hour, depending.
You're know you're going to be quite late, and you may have missed your connection, but the pilot announces that finally you've been cleared for landing in München. The planes starts its descent. You see lights. You are happy.
The lights disappear. You wonder what is happening. A while later, the pilot announces, "München has closed its two runways. They're too slippery. The air traffic controllers have found another airport to land in, one that is nearby and at least it is in Germany." Scheiß, you think. You know it's bad when the pilot thinks it's great that they managed to land the plane in the correct country. Only in Europe...
Three and a half hours after the flight left, you land in Stuttgart. The flight was supposed to be 70 minutes. The pilot announces, "No one wanted this and we are very sorry, but we have safely landed in Stuttgart."
Photo Documentation of the Fun Experience:
The line at the airport to reschedule. Approx 30 minutes per person and TWO Lufthansa employees assisting everyone. Fortunately you were at the front of the line and already knew a train was your best option.
Stuttgart. From the Movenpick hotel. Isn't it beautiful?
Your look of wonderment at your unplanned visit to Stuttgart Airport.
The happy welcome ducky. It makes you happy.
The Stuttgart Train station.
You got up at 4:45AM after going to bed at 1AM, but you are still happy. No one will stop this smile.
Finally you arrive at your car. You are so happy.
You fall before you even get to your car. Here is your look of shock. You are not smiling anymore. You think this winter shit which showed up while you were on holiday might not be as fun as it looks.
Driving home. It takes 2 hours. You just focus on keeping your 4 pound car on the road. Telling yourself that you know how to drive in this white shit. And you will get to work. Safely.
Just outside of post, right where you live. Where the roads are smaller.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
"For the great enemy of truth is very often not the lie-- deliberate, contrived and dishonest-- but the myth-- persistent, persuasive, and unrealistic. Too often we hold fast to the cliches of our forebears. We subject all facts to a prefabricated set of interpretations. We enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought" – John F. Kennedy
Monday, December 6, 2010
A TV I think I would like.
The place we stayed- Cake Under My Pillow. Excellent.