Photo Friday: skin
Theme Thursday: words.
I was outside the other day taking photos around town, and when I got back and looked at my pics I noticed this one. Some things are just serendipitous, I guess. Right now, this pretty much sums up what I think of the media.
I went home for my grand father's funeral a few weeks ago. It was cold the day he was buried, and very icy. It's been a long and brutally cold winter, and we all sort of wondered how hard it would be for the graveyard workers to dig up the frozen ground. The funeral home director gave my grandmother and aunts a blanket at the graveyard to put over their laps, and had to run around worrying that people would slip and fall on the ice walking over to the gravesite. I took this photo from the deck of my mother's house after the funeral.
When it snows and I'm housebound, it's always a nice idea to have a bit of wine in the house. Somehow being trapped for three days seems infinitely more interesting when I can have a glass of wine or three.
It's below zero today with the wind chill and it has already snowed a few inches [all told, we are supposed to get about 20 inches of snow today]. All I really want is coffee, but the coffee shop seems so far away. This photo was taken in Craig's van a few days ago. There's nothing quite so enticing as a cup of hot coffee on a cold morning.
I was out on my patio after it snowed the other day and noticed I forgot to bring in some of my summer garden stuff, like this dragonfly. But it developed such a pretty patina from being weathered that I think I'm going to keep it outside. I guess this is just another example of getting better with age...
Last year I went to an art retreat near Seattle. One of my classes taught how to make metal shrines. This is part of a shrine that hangs on my livingroom wall -- it's all about travel, really. And through travel I am found. It's a nice reminder of my connection to the world.
There is a sculpture hanging off the Friday's at 17th and the Parkway. I'm not sure what it's supposed to be or represent or anything, but I'm fascinated by the whole thing. It's a man sort of catching or juggling three women. I just like to look at the faces.
This is a closeup of part of a mural near 20th & Callowhill Streets.
I stood and stared at the full mural for about 20 minutes. This is one of the greatest things about living in Philadelphia -- beautiful things all around me.
I was determined to photograph the cemetary down the street from my house on Friday, but the snow kept the caretaker from unlocking the gates. This photo is taken through the holes of a chainlink fence.
It snowed like crazy in Philadelphia on Friday. Pictured is the fence next to the cemetary near my house. In the summer it's covered with Morning Glory vines. In the winter the vines die and get all gross-looking. It's funny what snow can cover up.
Craig bought me some pretty tulips a few weeks ago -- they're my favorite flower. Sometimes tulips are even prettier when they're dried up and kind of old...sort of like love [and wine] only gets better with aging.
Sometimes I get lazy about cleaning the kitchen for a few hours. I separated some eggs while making a quiche for dinner, and left the yolks in a Pyrex measuring cup for about 3 hours. I was amazed at how pearly the yolks got.
