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Photo Friday, No. 707

Current Photo Friday theme: Architecture

ETA: I have to link back to this post. Lynne and her raised eyebrows know me too well. It’s the night I bought a Summer doll after vowing it was NOT A RECURRENCE OF MY GRIEF OBSESSION.

Considering the number of Top Model male and female dolls in my closet, the years of replicating Project Runway challenges with them, and the fact that it ended in bins of fabric and a sewing machine (LYNNE!), it was totally a recurrence of my grief obsession.

Photo Friday, No. 703

Current Photo Friday theme: Horizon


It’s raining in Houston, and I’m not inclined to go out horizon seeking in any case. Plus my photo archives are on dead computers; we’ll just move on from that info.

I went through my large collection of coloring books trying to find something that reflected the theme of “horizon.” Nothing really. I turned to my pal Google and tried different search words with “horizon” and “coloring books.” And then I hit on this page of the Wander on Words site.

OH, HOW I LOVE SERENDIPTY. First of all, the founder is Colleen Wilcox, and I’m two chapters away from introducing a new character in my work-in-progress named Colleen. Second, ART AND WORDS. Remember when I once created a series of paintings called One Word Art? It doesn’t matter if you don’t.

Google probably landed me here because of a quote from Colleen in response to COVID-19: There are wonderful things on the horizon. The good is coming. This fear and uncertainty is not forever.

The page pictured above, which I downloaded from the site and colored, uses words from one of my favorite poets, e.e. cummings, from his poem “i am a little church.”

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
–i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth’s own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope, and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish) at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

I would love to teach this poem.

I can’t wait to explore the etsy shop more and pick up gifts for friends.

Photo Friday, No. 700

Current Photo Friday theme: Bright


I gave my parents this bud vase on their silver anniversary. I was still in high school, and that photo was taken at a high school event (where my father was assistant principal) around the same time.

They were married just a few days shy of 38 years when he died. Every year I try to remember to put some flowers in this vase for them on April 24.