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| On the Hunt!! |
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| Baskets full! |
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| Charlotte took this photo of Mommy (Kyra) |
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| Easter painting on Sliding Doors |
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Easter Sunday, Bayview, 2016
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Katsumi, Katsumi!
Unlike Basho I am drowning in katsumi.
I don't need to travel to find it.
That stuff spreads everywhere.
Every year I am digging and digging and digging.
My friends don't answer my calls in the Springtime.
Oh the glory!
What to do?
Is it possible
I wonder
To have too much
I don't need to travel to find it.
That stuff spreads everywhere.
Every year I am digging and digging and digging.
My friends don't answer my calls in the Springtime.
Oh the glory!
What to do?
Is it possible
I wonder
To have too much
Beauty?
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Charles and the Irises
Charles writes:
I am almost afraid of
This painting !
Jesus Christ who
Let me near this
Exquisite painting with
A wet paint brush in
My grip and the brush is loaded
Up with light ultra- Marine blue paint
and I'm standing awfully close
To this greater than me
Perfect painting and hey
Let's see what I can do with this paint
on my paint brush just now you know
And let's find out where
This ride is going
Magnolias: Cross-Posted from Lynne's Blog
Lynne says, of her inspiration for her gorgeous painting, "Magnolia blossoms are popping out all over the town!"
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Charles Sends: Today
Charles is writing and painting, writing and painting . . .
And now it's Springtime!
Charles's Good Friend JP Woodcock Writes: Preface to Trouble In Candy Land
Charles! The Great Hall has just received a major grant from some crazed software engineer in San Francisco who is from Michigan and he is funding The Great Hall to send me to his hometown of Ann Arbor, Michigan (just exactly where is Michigan?) to write about the culture and the political climate in his hometown of Ann Arbor. The software fellow read a few of my little observation pieces after his girl friend found them; I think her name is Lolita, on the Internet. (Are you the one who leaked my stories out to the Internet?) And after reading my pieces, while laughing out loud to each other, they both agreed that my ironic little observational voice would be just the perfect fit for reporting on the culturally unique scene that Ann Arbor, Michigan is. Ann Arbor where?
Well the Great Hall is crazy about the idea and they want me to leave right away and I was kind of excited thinking I could just write about what I was experiencing all of the time and say whatever I was feeling without the bother of being min-economically correct all of the time. Could this really be true?
I went home and told Rita and she was thrilled as punch and with all of the extra money we will be making (and the software guy is funding a research chair at the university in town, for Rita, as well) it would mean we could buy a little house there in Michigan (again where exactly is Michigan?) and be as happy as two peas in a pod, you know.
Well alls well that ends well and let's hope this adventure does just that and that is that it ends well. And I certainly hope it does as we are leaving my life-long home of Nottingham so quickly Rita suggested to me last night that she felt we were being shot out of a circus cannon and being sent across the ocean to Michigan.
And I woke up the next morning worrying about the circus part of Rita's observation, but I'm hoping the circus part doesn't surface.
We really don't want to be part of any kind of circus at all. Why do I keep having this funny premonition anyway? Oh well, I hope that this worry will just pass away as we have to pack and get ready for the new world order.
Charles please come and visit us once we get a little house with a small garden and we'll fix up the guest room just for you. I am so excited about being in America and all and I think my mother once told me about some Woodcocks I am related to in Philadelphia, America so maybe I can meet them someday and see if they are just as stiff as the rest of my family. I am sure our new neighbors, wherever we land, will just love seeing you as much as Rita and I will.
Until then,
JP
Charles's Good Friend JP Woodcock Writes: Trouble in Candy Land
Trouble in Candy-Land
Chapter 1. The state of affairs here in America
Well, I want you all to know that I am so happy the Great Hall of Mini- Economics sent me to the United States from my hometown of Nottingham, England (or Snotingham as our critics used to call it).
The great mini-hall has sent me over the pond to the mid-west part of the American republic to report on the cultural gestalt here in this state of Michigan. And I have been employed to write stories about my life here and report back to the Great Hall on politics, the taste of food and beverages and just the over-all mood of the living here in Michigan and probably I will build stories around just what people have on their minds here in Michigan or even stories about what ever words should fall out of their mouths.
And from the moment the lovely Rita and I first set foot in our new home here in America it became very clear that all sorts of politics were brewing here in Michigan and it became clear to me that my first report back to the Great Hall was going to be a political observation story and I am here to report that the presidential election of 2012 is the backdrop for my first report on the cultural gestalt here, in a mini-economical sort of way, and the Great Hall has sent me over here in America to write about the cultural mood of the mid-west part of the country politically, you know, out here and yes it struck me that one could positively begin to imagine that a national election on this large of a scale and in this great nation of America had the potential to make things better for everyone and you would certainly expect that this big of an election effort would reflect a positive difference afterwards to the citizens, you know, once the election was concluded and really for god's sake you would expect that there would be some small satisfaction for the people of the US especially after all of the money that was spent by everyone for everything that you could ever imagine in an American election . . .
Read the rest of Chapter 1 here!
Read the rest of Chapter 1 here!
-- JP
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Kukutali
Eason and I go beachcombing at Swinomish Native American preserve, Kukutali. Eason, finding lots of treasures washed in by the wind and waves, says "this is a lucky homeless persons beach."
Monday, March 14, 2016
Lori's New Filly
Lori's mare Allie had a new little filly yesterday after a long exhausting wait by Lori and a tough birth. But the filly looks really pretty. Here's a link to her sire too.
Grandparents Day at Eason's School
This is Eason's first grade class and that's Eason singing his heart out below the blue arrow.
Monday, March 07, 2016
Julia writes: Heart Rock
Julia writes:
"On Saturday I was walking in the park down the road from our house with Charlotte. It was lovely and sunny! We were talking about moss a lot, there is so much of it there, everywhere. Toward the end of the looped trail someone had placed a heart-shaped rock on some moss at the base of a tree. I was taken aback and strongly felt Denise. In fact, I felt like she was saying hello, similar to when "You are the Sunshine of My Life" was playing at the bank for Tom. What are the chances of someone placing a heart-shaped rock in that park at that time?
Sunday, March 06, 2016
Fwd: Byron does scallops!
Farfalle noodles and fresh deep sea scallops, with garlic, butter, and cream. The Chef says "extraordinaire!" We agree! -- The PAhurds
Tuesday, March 01, 2016
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