What color are you?

Those who know me may be willing to agree that I am not always good at finishing things. This project has been in the works for a while, maybe since Christmas time? I still have P and I to do, but I am really excited to see the finished product, which will land on our apple-green kitchen wall. What's better than being surrounded by your people? 

A Post

This reminds me of someone's living room, in a way. I like how our trips to Philadelphia provide an opportunity to see flashes of beauty mashed up against detritus and rubble. 

more banksy here

Sundown at Penn Treaty Park

But here at home, out here in the sticks where we are now bathed in a sea of green, this contrast takes the form of rundown in a different way.

Sundown on Chapel Road

I cheat myself by letting these moments of mundane beauty pass me by.

Spring, Fire, and Hope

Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.

- Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Fearless on the Rainiest Day in the World

The annual field day at PSU Mont Alto was a terrible affair, with Eazy-E up tent frames having been mashed in the wind, an icy drizzle, and a few hundred people hovering awkwardly in a too-small tent. L. was excited because there was FREE TEA in the tent, which meant she could get hopped up on Splenda. J. Rebecca was our star of the day, and had the fortitude to not only climb a tall oak tree, but to do so in the rain and as fast as possible. Up, up, up she went until she got to ring the bell of victory, or at least the bell of completion. In the past year I have been impressed by her singular approach to making her education happen and being fully invested in the process, whether it be by talkin' trees with Paul G or climbing them! 

The Shortest-Lived Art Project Ever

I can't believe it! 

I love the Girl Scouts

Our Being

Bear blogger has a prolific period in the spring and rests for the long winter. Turtle blogger is slow and steady at the pace. Turtle's grandmother blogger is bright and shining in moments and then forgets she meant to blog.  Woodchuck blogger observes a long view from the pines and then hammers away at the keys. Owl blogger sees everything and says nothing.

Awesome Drawing Program, http://www.zefrank.com/scribbler/scribblertoo/

Unveiling

From the other side of things, I had neither an opportunity to create nor one to learn how to be patient. I was able to simply watch it unfold. From my seat the final moment for p became the beginning of one for d, and everything was all matchy-matchy. 

I have been thinking a lot about scale lately, for example with this picture it seems fairly lackluster on the small screen, but I imagine it big, like 16x20 or 24x36 ...does it make the picture any better? I love the winter landscapes that are sparse and minimal. I like to think about how it would be to look at this picture when we are deep in the juicy muck of spring, when the peach trees are buzzing. 

Seven

Oh my dear young lady, burning with a love of all things pink and good, she is full of the self that I once was but have long forgone. Bright eyes that see with a love of the world that is so far unblemished and perfect in its belief. A body that is still small enough to envelop, but not for much longer. As has always been with her, a certainty of self that often dwarfs my own. That is what her father has given her, and if I have imparted kindness to her than that is enough for now.