Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Happy Fat Tuesday

Someone left a string of beautiful beads on my door.  I haven't been on here for a while but will be back soon!   Thanks!

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Foggy Summer

This mysterious steeple is on a building that may have been a church at one time, in Mendocino, CA. (How's that for a punchy opening line?) I think it is a bank now.

Just wanted to check in and let my readers know I am doing OK. Woke up this morning to fog. It is gradually lightening, peaceful for a Sunday morning. Need to make a few phone calls to see how East Coast relatives are doing in the storm.

It has been so cool and foggy here this summer. I guess I am really a Bay Area person; it feels normal to me.

I have been busy adjusting to my new job as a course developer and instructor.

Also taking one night a week to work on writing. I'm working on new poems, and compiling a manuscript.

Take care, all.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Cloud Gazing

Looking at the sky must be one of the most underrated things in the world. It's wonderful and--obviously--always there. Historically the profession of dreamers and layabouts (the perfect position for viewing said sky), cloud gazing could possibly be the beginning of several more respectable careers: meteorologist, ornithologist, painter, poet. Those all sound like pretty good jobs to me!

My year of observing the SF Bay is coming to a close. Will I stop? Of course not. But I wanted to observe consciously, in four seasons, and see what I could see in a year. Here is a recent entry.

At 6 pm the bay strafed with wind, water dark green, sky pale blue with threatening, moving clouds. At one point the sky opens -- a portal in the clouds for the gods to view the scene below. The aperture ringed with feathery white clouds, undulating. The sky above it the deepest radiant blue.


A note on Japan.
This earthquake and tsunami event was almost beyond probability. I cannot presume to understand the sense of shock and loss in the aftermath. My heart goes out to those who have lost loved ones and to those who cannot return to their homes.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

rainy rainy day

Just a quick hello to anyone who may have given up on my blog.

I am still here! I took some time off to work on some other things.

My "project" of looking and observing the SF Bay is still going on. Coming up on one year. I will stop then and work on formatting a document. More on this as it develops.

We are truly getting our winter here. So much rain. Today I roasted the pumpkin that had sat on the sideboard since October, and have been eating the (also roasted) seeds. I am going to make a thai curry with the roasted pumpkin.

Much love,

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Provincetown 2010

Dave at my favorite coffee place.
They Also Faced the Sea
...a mural project on the wharf.
Schooner Alabama with Black Dog flag
...open for tours during the regatta weekend.

I am back home after a restorative trip to Boston and Cape Cod. I bought a small poster from my current favorite P-town artist, Peter Clemons. He can be found at backshoregallery.com
Dave and I got to spend some time with the very unassuming and funny man himself. He took us upstairs at Backshore Gallery to see the view from there.

During this trip we had at least three conversations where we found that we knew people in common. That's either magical or scary--or both.

Today is the first day of fall. Welcome fall! Thank you for this time of new beginnings.

Friday, August 20, 2010

a change in the light

Here we are in late August already, the storehouse of summer days almost spent. From where I sit, by the Bay, I can see that the sun has moved south somewhat from its northerly apex at the beginning of summer. In the evening the light has changed, the rays are yellow, golden, portending the fall months.

The days are still fog fog fog, until noon. Sometimes the sun never comes out. The hot bright days are still to come, when the interior has cooled enough so that the sea air and fog are not pulled daily through the Golden Gate. Weather here has been unusually consistent. I won't say that the fog is getting to me, exactly. I've always, philosophically, considered it to be an extended version of dawn. But I do welcome the hint of change I am seeing in the evening light these days.

And of course all his talk of weather and light and change is metaphorical as well as meteorological. Don't we all, at moments, if we admit it to ourselves, long for change? It's one of the things that makes us human.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

summer fog

I may be living in one of the few places that is cool just now. At least here in the N Hemisphere.

In fact, we are having more cool weather than usual, and a jacket worn daily is the norm this year. Right now, at 10 on Saturday, it's quite gray and cool. Here at the Blue Dot, a capacity crowd is having coffee, breakfast, and talk. Only a few of us are absorbed in computer screens, newspapers, books.

I'm still playing Constable, and doing cloud studies, which I paint in words. Technically they are fog studies. The other evening I was able to get over to the bay at 8 pm, to witness a forbidding wall of fog travel over the water toward the east. It was rolling fast, and there were at least 10 shades of silver and gray, changing by the second. There was a break in the clouds and the sun, still a bright yellow, came though and lit the water blindingly. And as the fog bank moved further, covering the sun again, I noticed large sections that looked like they were underlain with a sepia wash. Then the fog deepened and I was left in a deep directionless gray light, looking out over the ice plants and squirrel dens in the foreground, wondering what symbolist painter had done scenes like these?

I'm sure I'll remember soon.