~:: Quilt Fest ::~

It’s that time of year.  Actually, it was that time of year.  And now, after the work is done, and the running and the craziness,  I share with you my highlights of the HMQS.  This is a show open to all home machine quilters and the entries come in from everywhere.  I’m just showing you a few full-sized quilts and my favorite details.  Prepare to be amazed:

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Now, if you click on this photo, it will send you to Flickr.  There you will see the name of this quilt, and the name of the person who did this top.  I did not have a list that included actual quilters, so I can’t give you that info.  If the number of the quilt ends in “s,” that means that the quilt top was built and the quilt was quilted by a single artist.  If the number ends in a “c,” that means there was a second artist who did the quilting.  That’s the info I did not get.  But on the show website, you may be able to find that info.  Also, when you click through you’ll be able to see this full size, and appreciate the detail work involved.

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A modern traditional approach.  Folk Baltimore.  Fun.  Pleasing shapes.  Clean applique.

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This fresh green in the same style way really pleases me.

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Whimsical choices of fabric and shape yield charming flowers and frames.  The quilting is joyful.

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Now – whatcha think, Rachel, Wabi, Debbie and Jenn – does this speak to us?

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Applique is my personal favorite.  I did a quilt a little like this one years ago.  It belongs now to Melanie Hoffman.  It is Amish style to work in fabrics that are not patterned, and often against black.  In this quilt, you’ll notice that the “solids” are slightly batiked.

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I never attempted this kind of pictorial applique.  Notice how the quilting creates movement and texture.  She has used a number of shades of fabric in the coat.

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I love these quirky characters.

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Here you see both machine piecing and applique.  I love layering applique, as she did with these leaves in the border.  When they are judging a quilt, they look at the corners – like these diamond shapes – how perfectly do the seams meet?  How sharp are the points?

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Notice the quilting, creating the stones and bricks of the walls.

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This was a family Christmas Tree quilt, featuring the kids’ art.  I adored this angel.

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Complicated piecing; triangles create points and points must be sharp.  It’s hard my dears, getting the points sharp.  Love the colors.

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Never get tired of this colorway.

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This quilting is so much fun – the edges of the geometric shapes.  The over-all effect of the piecing suggests weaving.

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Note the heavy, complex, Celtic quilting in the black areas.  Color on color in negative areas is daring and bold.  And these points are terrific.

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Love the batik color layered over the dark in the leaves and stems.

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Points, applique, scalloped edge to the quilt – scallops are hard.

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3D applique is not my fave, but this quilt is so – daring.

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Good use of batik for texture.  And you can see how masterful you have to be to choose to quilt with contrasting thread.  Nothing is hidden.

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This one includes machine embroidery.  I love the bright colors.  Do I see a little Bargello effect?

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We are moving into my really, really favorite bits.  Again, wonderful use of batik in texturing.  And layering the batik of a black, allowing the black to become the detail.  The quilting gives you the feeling of the western sky.

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I just enjoy this one.  The color, the black background, the detail, and the delightful simplicity of the central medallion. The cherries are just cool.

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Nice relief work and interesting shading in the fabric.

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This quilt, if I am seeing right, features a South American, African, Middle East technique of cutting away the top to reveal color underneath.  This, I see in the horse block.  The colors are bold, the quilting complex.

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More almost primitive work.  But the applique is so evocative.

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If can get close enough in, these bugs have faces.

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This is done with applique and TONS of quilting/embroidery.  The birds’ wings show fabulous control over color and shading.

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Isn’t this a great horse?  Look at the feathering in the sky – and the spirit horses darting out of the clouds.  Nice layering of color to create muscle and bone groups.  Notice the tension in the reign – a wonderful illusion of energy.

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I want to talk to this artist.  These characters are straight out of the watercolor work of Rie Munoz.  I don’t know whether this quilter drew from her images, came to the same design choices from the original source or used Rie’s character concepts in her own original compositions.  I only know that the applique is stunning and playful.

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Note the quilting in the clouds over the whales.

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Yeah.  This one is a knock out.  If you click through, look at the guy in back on the right.

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This was best of show.  What you see are broad areas of plane fabric overworked with gold quilting – and applique, sparse and tasty, preserving the Asian taste for simplicity in detail and tight patterns of color.

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The translucent blue in this dragon is all thread.

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I don’t even know what to say about this.  I have NO idea how she put this fabric together.  But she painted with thread.  I find it astounding.

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Same with this.  See the layers of fabric, overworked with threads to create a whole creature?  And the texturing of fir, bark, grass – all done with thread.

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But this one.  Holy cats.

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This is another absolutely fabulous piece of work.  Note the photo “corners.”  But of course, the piecing and embroidery – design and texture – astonishing.

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As with the seals, there is a smoothness here of shape and shade we don’t expect from fabric.

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This is a funny subject for a quilt, and includes 3D elements I’m not that hot about – until I see past them and notice the stunning details behind.  This is another click through one.  The hieroglyphs are cool.  But the camel faces beat all.  And the element that FLOORS me is that stair case – all done in shades of fabric and quilting.  The dimensionality of it had me creeping closer and closer till my nose was almost against the fabric, and it STILL looked like real stone steps.

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I love the colors and shapes in this one.  Joyous and magic.

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But this was my favorite.  Her layering and blending and fusing of fabrics to create texture, shading and character just did me in.  I gave this my Photographer’s Ribbon for the visuals.  It’s playful, full of personality, speaks of the land and a love for the animals that live on it.  I just loved it.  I’m finishing up here with a few detail shots of the blocks.

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Do click through – you have to really get in there to see how amazingly she put the pieces together.

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I mean, really.  These animals are absolutely alive.  That horse is more horsey than anything I’ve ever seen rendered in cloth and has more horseness than most horses I’ve seen in paint – in museums.  Each of these animals is a character, and you recognize the personality of each.

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And here is the end of the tale.  This little bit actually hangs right off the quilt – not evident from this shot, taken on the flat with another quilt’s back behind.  Such humor and joy – married to fabulous technique.

In all the years I spent making quilt after quilt, I never came anywhere close to the masterful touch of these quilters.  There were also some quilts made by men – and I may have referred to one of them here as “she” simply because I never ran across a male quilter in my years of doing it.  I like to tell myself that these quilters are great because this is what they do – their focus, their art, their fascination and discipline.  As though they work in no other medium.  And I envy them when I think that, running from thing to thing as I do and never mastering anything.  But I’m willing to bet than any of these quilters do a thousand other things at the same time.

It’s just brilliance.  And this is my bow to them for it.

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~:: Have at Thee, Then ::~

First, can’t help shooting the yard again.  This is SO May.

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Magic.  People with diaphanous robes and flowers in their hair play here before we get up and after we fall asleep.  Also skunks do.

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Shadows JUST LIKE SUMMER.  Except it’s not yet.

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The light flowing down the river.  If you go up on the deck, you can look down into it, flowing all the way back up the mountain.

And now, the main event: our trip to the Renaissance Faire:

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Char didn’t have to make Rachel wear this.  But G was gently coerced.  Looks great though, huh?

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You now how they say a picture is better than a thousand words?  Well, I always say, why use one shot when you can use FIVE?

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Yeah.  The middle-aged Flemmish lady is me.  Sigh.  I wanna look like Rachel.

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Evidently, G and I now converse using sign language of some kind.

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Chaz makes us buzz through the entire small village before really looking at anything.  But we passed the horses, and there I stuck.  So she had to too.

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This is the only mare we know of used in jousting.  Her name is Brittany, and she’s a Percheron.  We all loved her.  And she loved us.  I have 200 more shots of Rachel saying hello to her.  Rachel is the only one who scored —

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A kiss.  Honestly.  This little mare actually kissed her.

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This is the face you see when Rachel becomes acquisitive.

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You can see the wheels turning, can you not?  What she doesn’t realize is that she is also being given a horse hug – this is how they do it, turning their heads to press their cheek against  you.

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Yes.

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Sigh.  They should have lilacs between them.

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This is Ms. Brittany in action.

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Such power.

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The Royal Court (that’s a young Elizabeth with her back to us).  And the World Champion (seriously.  He is.) jouster, eating a plate of nachos  between joust matches.

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In the stands, waiting for the event.  The stands were actually two wooden benches.  And we got ’em first.

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Here, I capture both girls’ good sides at one time.

From where we are sitting, we have a great, and maybe dangerous, view of the lists, “lists” being the jousting lanes.

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And now it begins.  The Irish knight.  He’s riding the finest jousting horse in the world.  It was at this point that I finally tried out, after owning this camera for about fifty years, the motorized exposure option.  What follows is a frame by frame re-enactment of the joust.  If you scroll quickly, maybe you’ll get the feeling for how heavy these combatants are (around 2500 pounds, all told).  I have actually run two rounds together.

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This knight lost.  The Brittany mare’s knight won.  I was worried the ENTIRE time.

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And this is my prize of the day.  I found him in one of the dozens of venders’ stalls, handmade and winsome.  And gaspingly underpriced.  There’s a pattern for him on Etsy.  You just have to look through all the crochet dragon stuff to find it.

Once again, a fine time was had by all, topped off with a dinner at a fancy-dancey renaissance-themed restaurant in town.  We were the ONLY people there dressed appropriately.

Outside of the waitresses.

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~:: Revels ::~

My theme:

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We always start the day with signs.  Specifically this sign (above).  I don’t remember when we started the signs – could have been twenty five years ago.  And this was the first one I ever did, this design, I mean: two hills with a happy sun rising over them.  Hills studded with pine trees and plains scattered with – in the beginning, deer, but in the last ten years, horses.  Specific horses.  And the words, “Good Morning (fill in the black) year old!”  It’s the first sign each of my kids saw almost every birthday of their little lives.  And it was the first sign I saw on my birthday this year.  Drawn by one of those very children.  Age most thoughtfully left off.  I couldn’t stop looking at it.

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Another fun sign.  We fill the house with them.  The sign on the top is old – actually, it was for M or Chaz.  Also traditional – a list of glorious attributes.  The bottom sign is a nod to the sixties, a little Peter Maxish.  Also by Chaz.

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And two balloons at the table.  There was a place setting and presents all wrapped in lovely paper, too.  But I was too happy to remember to take pictures of it all.  I had told them that I wanted both French Silk Pie and Triple chocolate layer cake on my big day (having spent the last two months faithfully carb counting).  And rainbow cake, too.  Just making suggestions.  But they took me at my hopeful word.  And at breakfast, there was a box conveniently placed right beside my plate.  So before the eggs, I feasted on very small piece of French Silk Pie.  Hot-cha.

All I really wanted for my birthday was surprise and delight.  In other words, not to have to decide on anything – but to be delighted by plans made for me. Little family jaunts. Special food.  But here, they surprised me with those presents.  And the pie had been picked up and delivered by Chaz at six in the morning – special order on her day off.

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A single yellow rose, in hope for sunshine.  Cheeses from C and L.  A tiny bowl from G.  The Moon princess in book and wood sculpture from Chaz (found at the Japan fest).  Business cards drawn, designed and printed for me by M’s Laura. Long distance treats from M, including music.  The pineapple had reminded Chaz of a certain magical birthday Luau we had for Gin once, so she snagged a bunch of them. In case we should have to throw another luau.  Soon.

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And this guy.  Could I hope that you remember him?  The light’s a whole lot better here.  Peter So Happy’s wondrous stone deer.  The one I fell in love with in Santa Fe.  The one G immediately and very secretly called Gin about.  And suddenly – it turned up here.  In a box.  With a bow and everything.  I LOVE this thing.  But even better, I love that I was listened to, gone out of the way for, spent-against better judgement for, fibbed to and totally surprised by something I really love.

They took me out for lunch, and Scooter scored enough real food to get dessert.  Then the kids went down for naps and

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G took me riding HORSES!!  First time since autumn.  We were pretty perky on the trail, Zi and I.  But G and Dustin were perfect gentlemen.  I love this shiny little red horse.

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After that, the kids came over for triple chocolate cake.

Then, on Sunday, my brother fibbed and said he needed us to come up and have a serious talk.  “But – ” I said, wanting nothing more than an evening with my kids.   “It’s important,” he said.  And I wondered if it might be something about our mom.  So we drove off to his house after church.

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And he opened his door – wearing this tiny, silly party hat.  There were shiny birthday decorations having from the lights.  And who should be hiding in the kitchen of that house but all these kids who belong to us.

Chaz was the hat dispenser.

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A fine dinner provided by the elegant and wonderful Lorena, aided by nephews – who also very kindly wore hats.

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I think the hats were dignified, don’t you?  My brother, now hatless, the triathlon monster.

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Andy.  And the hat’s still on!  Darling girls.  I’m just sorry there are no pictures of MY party hat.

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Finally, here is Chaz, invoking the deer-in-the-headlights look that I’m sure will plague Scooter every time he gets this close to a pair of luscious lips over the next twenty years.

And that’s the end of the story.   One perfect, fabulous, wonderful birthday fete.

Ta-DAAAA!!

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~:: Yorick – is that YOU? ::~

The day after all that last snow, we were supposed to be driving up to the city to watch Chaz take part in a CosPlay presentation (performed on an outdoor stage) as part of the annual Japan Festival.  On Friday it was like this: Chaz was sick as a dog and we had two inches of snow on the ground.  On Saturday, the snow was gone, but more was threatening.  And she was still sick.

But we went anyway.  Because we are dependable people.

Anime, if you do not know this, is a film art-form in Japan – animated, but not really for children.  Fantasy heavily connected to myth and folklore – and even Shinto.

CosPlay is sort of an off-shoot, the art of dressing up like these mythical, fantastical characters.  Very much like dressing up to go to a Star Trek convention.  That said, may I point out that while there are those people who, twenty-eight to forty years old, single and still living in their mother’s basements, are hard to convince that they are not actually Mr. Spock or Tuxedo Mask in real life – there are also very – well, mostly –  normal people who just get a kick out of costume wearing, and play it up big time whenever they get the chance.

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I know at least two of these normal ones.  The above picture does not show you one of them.

And here is where I will mention that not only are Rachel and I going to the Renaissance Faire with Chaz on Friday wearing at least vaguely medieval clothing, but G – the pragmatist – is going, too.  Maybe even with a feather in his cap.  Not, I think, in tights.  Chaz is, nevertheless, dearly loved.

But I digress.  The Japan Fest was fun – and there were real Japanese people there.  And there was stuff to buy, which always pleases me.  And there were people wearing Chinese things, too, which was kind of embarrassing (for them).  But the presentation, played OUTDOORS and so, snowed upon, started an HOUR late while we all stood around in the cold, waiting.  If you have ever seen a Sailor Moon costume, you will know what that hour in the snow cost the poor CosPlayer.  Not to mention the audience, seated gingerly on metal chairs.

I took pictures.  I am going to show them to you.

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Here she comes, suffering and sick, but impressive.

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This is supposed to be the whole cast.  But I do not see Chaz.  Perhaps this is because she is Rukia, who is a master of stealth.  Mistress.  Mistress of stealth.

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Here she makes her entrance with Jen, her antagonist.  These characters are pretty intense; you don’t mess with either of them.

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As you see.  Each has her weapon of choice.  Now, I would ask you to stop and consider – what kind of mother must I have been, to have brought up this small package?  Look a little closer.

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No.  Closer.

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You wanna mess with this face?  You want to tell this face NO?

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Or this face, either?

(She may be little, yet she is fierce.  Name the allusion?)

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Now she is finished, making her exit.  What do we see here?  Wry humor?

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Naw – she’s just having a great time.  (See those kids?  Yeah.  They know Rukia.  They’re scared.)

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On the way home, we saw these cool trucks.  What is color, but another kind of costume? Oh – self portrait alert – rear view mirror.

And just to show you that the apple does not fall far from the tree, I am now going to include four dozen pictures of myself in the dress I wore to church the next day.  I have shown off this dress before, but since I have lost seven pounds and about forty inches, the dress looks better now.  Less anxious.  And so I made G take more pictures of it and me in it.  This is really kind of a movie.  Still shots cannot really show you a person.  They show you a slice of a person.  We live in motion, and I cannot hold still.  So I am showing you several in hopes that you can get a glimpse of me – because it’s the next best thing to throwing a hug, which I cannot do from this screen.

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A nice, civilized picture.  The hair is bludgeoned into this curliness.  In life, it is very fine, which is a nice way of saying tiny and limp and straight with lots of space between.  I am holding still.  I am saying – “Don’t make me smile and don’t just take one – because I’m not going to just stand here much longer.”

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See?  Still just doesn’t hold for long.

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Uh-huh.  It’s gonna blow.

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Look out.

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And here it comes –

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Ah, the relief of it.

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What else can I say?

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~:: Just Wait Ten Minutes ::~

I was a kid in LA, lightyears ago.  I had these two forever long blocks to walk every day – a choice of three parallel routes that all ended up at my school.  Every word I am writing here calls up another image, another kid-level story about that long walk.  But I am remembering now because of the rain.  My horse arena, if the planet would just top off all this weather with a hard freeze, could make a perfect ice rink today.  The dogs are looking drowned after two minutes outside.  The lovely day I photographed last week is now lost in the mists of time.

I wore a serious rain coat in those LA days.  I don’t remember what color.  Probably yellow.  And I carried an umbrella.  And I wore galoshes.  If you are too young to remember galoshes, I’m deeply sorry for you.  They were these rubber boots – sometimes red, but I think mine were green.  Or yellow – designed to fit over your shoes. Just fit. Like a shoe second skin.  They had wide open tops, sometimes with a rubbery pleat.  And you closed them by folding them over and stretching an elastic frog (if you don’t know what that is, I can’t do much for you) over a big round rubbery button.

The galoshes kept the rain off your shoes.  Kind of.  But that’s not really what I’m here to write about.   It was the LA winter rain that got me here.  Feels just like it outside today.  About the same temperature.  And the same intensity.  That coastal rain would come straight down for days, filling the street gutters so that miniature rivers rushed beside the sidewalks, threatening to overflow onto feet and lawns.  And at the end of each block, just where the gutter was supposed to drain, there’d be these huge knots of earthworms struggling under the quick, deep, gritty water – bigger than baseball-sized knots of frantic, drowning worms.

If you were feeling reckless, you’d slosh along in the gutter, trusting the galoshes to keep your shoes in stasis.  But I never saw anybody slosh to the end where the earthworms were.

On those days, there was no recess.  I mean, there was recess, but it was inside.  We had games to play, or you could read.  Which I did.  Comic books.  The Green Lantern, mostly. Sadly, I do not have any Green Lantern lying around the house for today.  So I must work instead.  Which is why I’m doing this.  Avoidance.  Just glad this screen lights up, because it’s pretty dark in here.  Even at noon.  The river out back probably has huge knots of worms in it somewhere, which should make the trout happy.  I would prefer that what is presently in the river stays there and does not presume to explore my house any time soon.

Here is the rest of what I saw when I was doing my yard tour the other day:

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Okay, wrong season.  And many years ago.  This is Emma, hanging from the rope swing the way a human is supposed to.  And here are the old dogs, still alive and kicking, enjoying the rope swing the way a dog is supposed to.

But the other day, as I was shooting the yet-to-open lilacs, I heard this canine discussion going on.  And on.  And on.  When I turned around I found this:

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Now, I had seen them do this before.  And shot it before, hoping to share this odd thing.  In fact, G stood out here just a couple of weeks ago, swinging the rope for them so I could shoot them at it.  But here, I caught them playing in the yard just the way the long-gone kids used to.  I shot too many pictures of it, only a fraction of them foisted on you here, because I found this so fascinating.  He actually gets air, hanging from the thing.

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And it just goes on and on.  Two brothers. amusing themselves.

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Toby participates in a sort of cheerleading, I’ve-got-it-Grace sort of way.

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See?  Totally off the ground.  Tucker is the kind of dog who has a serious interest in flight.

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If he could master it, all of the butterflies and swallows in our yard would be laughing out the other side of their mouths, I’m tellin’ ya.

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Because he’d give them a run for their money.  This dog is a serious dude.

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As you can, no doubt, see for yourself.

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~:: It’s MAY! It’s MAY!! ::~

I wanted to write Sunday things.  But I can’t settle to anything.  Just may I say that while I never want to go to church (get up, dress up, make up, get somewhere on time and sit for hours), once I am there, inevitably, I have the BEST time.  Love the talks and the singing and the discussion and hangin’ with the gang.  And I pretty much always come out feeling more alive.  More hopeful.  So that was writing a Sunday thing.

I took a little tour of the yard Friday, just to prove to everyone that it’s may here in the mountains.  And finally, the earth is claiming the season.  Wanna come along?

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In May, our grass grows lush and velvet green.  The Bishop’s Weed is a lighter color, fresh and spilling over the edges of its bed.

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The swing falls from a different branch now, the old one having died, and finally fallen (not on anybody, thankfully).

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The dogs are on patrol, making sure to keep the riff raff dogs on their own side of the river.

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Quick May dogs.

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What will be the canopy is only a green mist in the branches.

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The violets nearly overcome the bridge.

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Hidden in the thicket.

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South side of a north-bound dog.

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And small animal trails appear all through the greenery.

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The construction was hard on the yard, leaving us with scrabbled areas.  The yard is generally wild, as we have little time to do much sculpting.  But we love it this way.

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Apples.  I love the bright pink bowls of the blossoms.

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Inside now.  Looking out.

Next day: rain.

And HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!

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~:: Now, where was I? ::~

I have come to the conclusion that space and time are not only relative, but also fake.  Illusory.  At best, ephemeral. This must be so—or else what happened to the last week and a half?  No, really, I want to know.  Fallen into the deep maw of deadline, perhaps?  Consumed by flurry?  Evenings eaten by unfinished Easter Eggs?  Grand birthdays and the decision to make a present instead of buying one?  And there’s that ever nagging central question of human-ness: who the heck am I really after all these years?

First major thing: G and I went to visit our friends, Tracy and Laura Hickman – two of the most kind, generous, useful people I know.  It was about writing.  Books. Which I used to do.  And keep feeling like I might do again (like, should we have one more child?). Tracy is amazing – a new media maven.  And we had a long talk which I will write more about at another time, because I want your take on some things, but I’m not ready, yet, to frame my questions.

Then there were the Easter Eggs, and Scooter’s Big Birthday.

Then the Quilt Show, which is the elephant in my head for at least a month before the gig, and the elephant in my lap for four days afterwards.  Not that it isn’t fun.  But I spend about seven hours in plié, and the next several days wincing and walking oddly.  But that, too, is fodder for another piece.

And then my birthday is tomorrow, which I have somehow parleyed into yet another deadline in my head (???).  I find, after this long, wet, chill winding down of winter, that my mind is only ready to be in the middle of April.  Even the lilacs, usually in full bloom by now, are only now tentatively budding.  But today, it was suddenly 80 degrees inside the barn – and that is hard to process, indeed.

Here are pictures, which I am now fairly certain some of you enjoy, of the last strange several days.

A WEEK and a DAY AGO:

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Yes.  Woke up to this.  Are you KIDDING?

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This was nine o’clock in the morning.

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This was around noon.

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See the shadows on the lawn?  Maybe it was more like eleven.

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This was five o’clock.  And it was rotten the next day, too – we drove to the city to watch Chaz, who was sick as a dog, take part in the Japanese Fest, about which I will also post later.  Assuming I live long enough to catch up.

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These are the Easter eggs, placed carefully in a bed of anniversary roses-and-baby’s-breath and the few narcissi we had left in the yard.  I saved them from the weight of the snow.  I finally finished Dawn’s.  And mailed it.  So SLOW.

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Oh – and remember these wonderful super absorbent squishy little spheres?  This is what size they returned to after long evaporation.  Just so you know.

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Then Scooter’s Birthday.  He is incredibly old, and this is my gift to him.

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Which cannot be opened until his handsome dad is ready to document.

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We are all deeply interested in this moment: Scoots is old enough now to “get” the whole present thing, and makes short work of the unwrapping.

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Ta-DA!!

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Wait – is there anything else?

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No.  Just enough.  Some love.  Who could ask for more?

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Okay.  Add old pup and new pup.  That’s more.

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This is the guy.  I’m not fast, but I’m determined.  He was supposed to be a personal version of our little black and red Toby.  But as it turns out, he is a dark blue and red Toby.  So many things come clear in actual sunlight.

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This is my favorite picture of all.

So that’s kind of a partial report of why I had dropped off the grid.  It doesn’t look like much, these small things.  But all put together, it was a pretty overwhelming week.

to be continued –

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~:: Pictures of Blizzard ::~

Not really.  It was over by the time I took these.   This was the sky when I went back, less than an hour after I wrote, to let the horses out onto the pasture.  When I opened the gate (after breathing dire threats at the pushy 1000 pound things about waiting till I was ready), Sophie dived through the gate – which was not open enough – and drove that sucker right back into my face with the full force of her power launched run.  Thought my face was broken – and my leg.  But there’s  not even a bruise.  Maybe I should just go back to bed.

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Shot with my iPhone.  Composition: pure dumb luck.

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When I went home fifteen minutes later, the sky was a solid, sullen gray.  Lots of wind up there.    I flopped down at my desk and, staring at the original of this shot, decided that the only thing in life I’ve really got a handle on is pixels, so I spent the next hour removing the hideous electrical lines that run down that street instead of serving the poor or relieving suffering in the world.  Next, I’m going to go sit on the floor and feel distinctly sorry for myself.

But here is something.  Look at the shot below (wait – I moved it up – too hard to compare with all the words between) and you can see what I mean about UGLY.  Then look back up at the one I edited – it’s almost like painting in that complex a subject matter.  I will tell you a secret: I took a page out of Buehners’ children’s books (if you’ve never read any, I am very, very sorry for you – try Fanny’s Dream) and hid an animal in the clouds.  It is, of course, a horse.  (That should keep you out of the glue for a few minutes, Rach.)

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~:: Blizzard ::~

I woke up an hour and a half (at least) before my time this morning, straight out of a dream of twisters.  Somebody had said, “LOOK!” And we ran out of the house and looked up, only to watch the sky, a mass of lowering cloud,  just beginning that ponderous whirlpool spin, right above us.  I was nearly sitting up in bed when I came awake, heart pounding.  We have no basement.  And a picture I had seen on the news the other day showed a house twice our size, completely reduced to its foundation – the only discernable feature the long open rectangle hole in the floor that led to the basement.  I spent the next hour tossing and turning, trying to work out what we would DO –

I suppose this dream came of that.  Why do I watch the news?  And because of a fairly spectacular series of shots Donna Lohr took yesterday in the parking lot of her school.  I prefer a sky that does not suddenly start spouting personality.

I lived in Missouri.  From a child, I lived in terror of twisters.  I remember the terrifying thunder one Easter Eve as we huddled in my grandmother’s basement.  Maybe it was all worse because we were there, in a place I had always thought of as the most peaceful of all places.  We had the radio on, and they were reporting constantly on the location of the twisters – as though these things were alive and stalking the city.

They happen here only rarely.  But still – as I said – we have no basement.

I had awakened several times last night anyway, distressed that we were supposed to have a front move in, bringing a couple of inches of snow.  I’d fed the horses for it like I was fattening turkeys, and every time I woke last night was listening for the wind.

But it never came.  When I got up from the dream, the world looked a little wet and chill, but the sky was spring blue, laced with puffy, low clouds, and I got into my pasture suit happily, thinking we’d dodged the bullet.

I opened the front door on a peaceful morning.

And then, as I stepped onto the front deck, a flake fell.  Just a single flake.  I thought maybe it wasn’t really a flake at all.  Looked like a cherry blossom petal.  Then there was another one.  In the time it took between the second step from my door and me getting into the Suburban—parked just as the end of the short drive—the world had gone from still and blue to raging wind and horizontal, driving snow.

I was astounded.

I drove through the stuff – turned west on Center – and there was the blue sky, still ringed with its low interesting clouds – but it was so covered with that hoard of horizontal snow, it looked like an invasion of tiny locusts – the very air had turned gray and thick with the moving points, with the sky still blue somewhere behind it all.  You know how they take those shots from above in Africa of the mass of migrating birds, all moving together like the very crust of the earth has broken to moving bits?  Yeah.  Kind of like that, except up.

The horses were not thrilled.  I got there just in time to save Zion from the Shark Horse, who stopped in mid stride at the sound of my voice.  Maybe I shouted with the voice of a twister.

Anyway, whatever – the second I opened the front gate, coming home, the wind dropped and the snow stopped.  Now, what am I supposed to conclude from that?

Like I’m even TEMPTED to go out again today –

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~:: and the winner is ::~

just a note: I have responded to the challenge pieces in the comments of yesterday’s blog – if anybody is interested.  Which you certainly don’t have to be.

I am sitting at my desk, listening to fourteen string players on the other side of the wall playing at The Brandenburg Concerto as though their lives depend on it.  The wall is just generous enough to let me hear mighty things like this – or intense drum kits in the main room.  It’s interesting to share space with such sounds.  And how I love Bach.  Bach and Handel and Monteverdi – Beethoven is the far shore of my musical passion.  After that, you have to leap to folk music and ethnic stuff and Motown to get to me.

I have only won two drawings in my life: a pair of shoe roller skates when I was ten – at a huge movie matinée.  (“She’s gliding down the isle as though she had those skates on right now!!)  And one blog giveaway, a lovely handmade booklet.  I almost regret the skates, as it seems I pretty much shot my wad of fate right there.

So I know what it means to hope, and then to lose.  And if I could, I’d make a prize for each other beautiful pieces that were sent to the challenge.  But I gotta make a puppy for a grandkid, and time moves on.  The cookie has finally crumbled: there is a winner.  Picked by Chaz, using her own impartial (if bizarre) technique: (straight out of camera – action shots)

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AND THE WINNER IS:

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DAWN!!

As soon as I get back from buying the dog food and returning the Magic Bullet that ceased to work after one single week, I am going to comment on the reading I did yesterday.  You dug deep for these, and I am honored to have been able to read them.  Thank you so much for doing it.  I knew you were brave.

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