As we head into fall I’ve been thinking about the solitary winter ahead. Gathering now seems like an unbelievable luxury. Hugging is a slim memory. Yesterday a small gathering was had when George and Aaron and Jackie met us at the Hallie Ford Museum of Art to see the Clifford Gleason exhibition (Clifford Gleason: The […]
…as we like to think, but there’s always a bit more coming at us. Here we are at the end of the 26th week of quarantine. I now own at least 15 masks of varying types to go with any outfit, except I don’t need outfits because I don’t go anywhere…but…I might? We have managed […]
This quarantine has provided us with a lot of sad moments, a lot of “meh” moments, and a few very exciting moments. In May the Clifford Gleason and Bonnie Hull exhibits were due to open but…alas, Covid 19. Today though, today was one of those very exciting moments. Today was the first open day in […]
Here’s a sneak preview of a terrific exhibit that will open without fanfare at the Hallie Ford Museum of Art on August 20th, closing October 31, 2020 (open Tuesday through Saturday, 12-5…masks required.) It brings together much of the existing major work of Salem/Portland painter Clifford Gleason (1913-1978). I’ve long been a major fan of […]
Mostly this time since March 13th, when quarantine began here, has been…well…flat. A medical, cultural and economic crisis continues to whirl in the big world but we have been confined to a little world (and while I consider it to have been “flat”, the curator thinks it has been a reverie, a calming time of […]
Oh my. Remember the “Friday feeling” (relief), the “Sunday feeling” (dread/anticipation), the “Wednesday feeling” (half-way)? Now that we’re in a different realm entirely, the landscape is only populated with random events, delights, dreads in no sequential order. Maybe the senses are more alive? Though I think I’ve always enjoyed my life as it flows around […]
As you might remember, I have an innate love of the car wash as a mood elevator and visual treat. Happy weekend. Keep in touch.
This photo came to light the other day and it fascinated me…the cycles of history…how we didn’t know this exactly…these young women were all Willamette students in 1918, and the photograph was taken at the Salem Train Station. On the back was written “Had to go home. Union Depot to catch train to Portland. Closed […]
This would have been the Garden Tour day, Patrick’s wedding in Idaho, tomorrow the kids and the grands would have arrived for the summer. The world would not be in turmoil and contaminated…if only…if only… So this post is for my reading group. We are three…one in Denver, one in Santa Fe, and me. We […]
Here’s Tory’s photo of the seal pup on our beach…umbilical still attached…Mama came back and off they went. I read today she only nurses the pup for 4 weeks and then abandons him to fend for him (her) self.