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{{ don't go to the door tonight }}

These guys have facial recognition talents so beware...

haiku my heart and this posting today

number five hundred!
blogging, oh sweet addiction...
{{ my enabler--->You. }}

 

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halloween party {{starting now because there is never enough time for celebratory candy corn eating}}

Did you know you are welcomed at allll the Halloween Parties listed
over there at A Fanciful Twist?

Don't be shy!
Pop into Vanessa's, view the linky list and then go visit each & every one.
The party will last & last & last for the longest time.

I promise you will have The Best Time as I always do!

tourist tuesday and a first meal out, marrakesh

Has this ever happened to you?

You are eating out in a Exotic Location...

with Brand~New Acquaintances from all around the world.

After consuming more spicy olives in 10 minutes
than you have eaten since This British Invasion...

a yummy plate of couscous & veggies is set down gently
before your very eyes.

All around you hands are flying.

Even the H2O looks exotic through your Blogging~Girl Vision.

More than anything in The Universe
you Long to pull out your wee Nikon and *snap away* left and right.

Your GreatestDesire is to capture images
of the colorful, steaming food and record it For All Time.

Before you even take one delicious bite
~~you pause~~
for Your Manners to catch up with your hunger.

Is it the Ultimate of Blogging Politeness
to wait for everyone to pull out their camera
and *snap away* before delving into your meal?

Has this ever happened to you?

 

dia de los muertos the art of remembering

today i am over here in my studio--
remembering my daddy
and
building his altar
for dia de los muertos

 

{{ every sunday in october please join us
in the art of remembering }}

haiku my heart away from home

a symbol of love
i climb her hard stairs alone
my tears speak in french

 

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angel wings, peter frampton and me

Sometimes I have it in me the power to see things no longer there.

Well, maybe you have it to.

At the concert last Friday night there on the stage was the teen idol all grown up into the older man one sometimes stands behind in the market.

You know the one.
Thin and wiry with cropped white hair, although some of it seems to have gone missing.

You stand there in the checkout line and look at his food on the counter then up into his eyes.

He smiles at you and maybe makes a simple, charming comment about your artichoke selection and suddenly you see something there just below the surface.

A glimpse of the boy still held tight within the man.

I love when that happens.

As the years go by I see it more and more.
Maybe I am taking the time to look deeper into older eyes.

Last Friday night on the stage, Peter Frampton played his heart out for 3 hours  on the stage at the ampitheatre.

Beyond the tent-like roof covering a nor'easter dropped water off and on throughout the night. Underneath the wet sky but protected we fell in love with Frampton's boyish ways all over again.

After 35 years.

"This is the place in the program where we use to run off the stage and do drugs," Frampton explained about 7/8ths into the concert. "You would clap and we would run back on and play some more."

"We don't do drugs anymore," he explained with his lovey accent. "We do medicine."

The somewhat aging crowd who sang along with most of his songs, cheered.

Naturally.

Frampton's hair is not the same but his voice shines through the years, his fingers on the guitar playing as smooth as ever.

A glimpse of the boy still held tight within the man, he is still having fun. Thank goodness.

I felt the glimpse of a girl within me.

Baby, I love your way.

 

 

tourist tuesday and my art~crush on the willow man, london

At first glance he lifted me up and plopped me down into Alice~in~Wonderland.

I felt wee~small and the air was charged with magical pink vibes.

When I awoke that morning I had been clueless to this day's discovery.

I took a leisurely cruise to a favorite destination only to find towering alien seedpods.

I was smitten.
Smack~dab smitten.

Yes, yes, yes.
I was smitten with Tom Hare, a willow weaver of the first~court!

I wish you could have been there with me for truly this guy is an art genius.

From his sketches grow poppy seed pods of a towering height all along the English country side.

Lotus seed pods, poppy seed pods and other HUGE seed pod installations  graced the lawn just inside the entryway of The Royal Botanical Gardens at Kew.

All are part of  the ongoing celebration of  The Millennium Seed Banks Collection which you could read about over here if you are so inclined and have the time.

Me?
Well, I love the idea of seeds stored properly for All Time but I am more enchanted by the woven willows as they stand here.

I could not understand how folks could waltz on by these Tom Hare creations and not be mesmerized.

Perhaps they lack the keen eye of the experience observer which I do possess, or rather, which does possess me.

I wanted to reach over and touch the giant pods BUT I DID NOT.

I wanted to pick one up and walk out with it BUT I DID NOT.

Instead, I brought these photos back to share with you.

I dreamed deeply of planting willows along the creek bed behind my house in Florida.

I dreamed of growing willows and weaving them into seed pods of gigantic proportions.

Mostly I dreamed of all my friends falling in love with Tom Hare's art, too.

Know this--->
I would pick you up and set you down inside all my adventures if only I could.