An unthemed blog of thoughts and mutterings. Join me for a few mutterings of your own. This is my "master" blog, through which you can access all my other blogs and websites. I hope you'll leave a comment when you visit!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Vacation, Day 1, Whitehall
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
For Annie
My plants are dead
when I get home from traveling.
I sit by their shriveled bodies and weep, wishing
I had friends who cared, someone to spill water
onto parched soil, someone
I could trust.
I have no friends.
I sit and think of you and cry.
You were a friend, and now you're gone.
A nurse, an actress, a humanist
an activist. Someone who cared.
You never smoked. You avoided even second hand smoke,
but lung cancer took you anyway, stole your breath
your hope, your life.
Always, you were a soft smile, a welcome in, a gentle ear.
You served brownies and cookies and smiles,
always smiles. Hugs. Healing hugs.
I touch the lifeless blossoms
that hang from brown stems like little lanterns,
empty of light
and remember your face, so full
of joy. Your eyes sparkled and shone with fun.
Now they are closed forever.
I pour water on those desiccated sticks,
wondering, hoping
somehow some bit of green,
some life remains,
some sprout will answer
my wet wishes.
But for you, the time to hope
has passed. This
is the time of sorrow.
Mary Stebbins Taitt
for Annie LaForest Phillips, July 2010
Digital Iris Painting
the iPad, because I took it with me camping. Today, I am home--came
home a week early due to medical issues. So I did a digital smudge
painting on the real computer, with the cintique tablet--I've got a
lot more control! I can do much finer detail!!! LOL! (What a
difference). I wonder if they wil have software for the iPad that
comes closer to this.
Monday, July 12, 2010
First light from our trip: Lake of the Clouds
We are back now, but I haven't looked at my email yet, and probably will NOT do so at least until we're unpacked and the plants are watered and we've retrieved the bird etc. Much to be done here at home. We've cut short our vacation by a week.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Guitar Boy, sick
Sent from my iPad
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wicked on iPad
I've just gotten the iPad and am not very good yet (I may never
be--it's clumsy and awkward.)
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Two more poems being translated into French
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
The Tortured Killdeer
marina, a killeer built its nest under a tree. Then one hot Saturday
when all the kiddies were out of school and picnics were in full
swing, someone occupied the cooker next to the bird's nest and the
people coming and going kept scaring the Mom off the nest. She'd run
back and try to get settled and get scared away again. I yelled at
one guy for scaring her. But we had to leave--I coudln't guard the
nest--I hope the nest, the eggs, the babies, the parents all survive.





