I like trees so much I’m featuring another one this week, or at least its shadow. I want to wallow in the glorious green of the grass. You can only get that color in the 64 crayon box. In winter the ground is under ice as its flooded and turned into an ice skating pond.
Category Archives: Inspiration
This week I’m featuring my city’s latest effort to give my neighborhood that special touch. I can now tell people who come to my house to turn left at the port-a-potty. A little background – since last July a major storm water retention/diversion project has been under construction a few blocks from where I live. Now that project has moved closer to my house and my poor neighbors have to put up with a construction vehicle crazed toddler’s dream of heavy equipment parked all over the place.
I’m not too sure what this has to do with inspiration, except that sometimes you create a hot mess that looks hopeless.
It’s finally warm enough at night to set out the potted herbs we overwintered in our kitchen. We have one rosemary bush that’s now over 13 years old, and a sage plant. The sage got a haircut before we put it out, and we dried the leaves for culinary use. I was taken with the fleshiness of the sage leaves when they were spread out on a baking pan. The veins in the leaves look a lot better than the veins in my legs.
I find it amusing that I went to an art museum and took more photos of light and shadows than I did of the art work. I was captivated by the contrasting lines of the wood floor and the shadows in this sculpture gallery. The curves of the trees and the sculptures set off the straight lines of the floor planks and the window supports.
As a bonus, here’s a detail from a Dutch interior painting from 1663 that I did photograph. The little girl is so carefully carrying a tray of refreshments in to a group of amateur musicians. I love the homey touches of the dog and the watchful eye of the woman holding the baby. I also enjoy the changes in the flooring and the perspective through to the arched window. Nobody could paint interiors like the Dutch.
Here’s the link to the entire painting by Pieter de Hooch. While you’re there, you can browse most of the Cleveland Museum of Art’s Collection.
A recent trip to the Cleveland Museum of Art reminded me that I need to visit more often. Admission is free, per the instructions of the museum’s founding benefactor, though parking is another matter entirely. It’s easy to forget how much wealth was in Cleveland at the height of its manufacturing glory, given its current status as the punch line of rust belt city jokes.
The old and new parts of the museum are connected by a glass roof atrium that makes a lovely spot to sit a spell and partake of refreshments. You can get a birds eye view of ground level action from second floor balconies. I happened to catch the sunbeam at just the right moment. It looks like it’s slicing through the benches.
My eyes are starved for green, which may be why I chose green fabric to line all the zipper pouches I just made. Ohio doesn’t do a great spring. I could weep as I remember spring in North Carolina – beautiful flowering trees and shrubs, and delightful fragrances. Pale pink and white petals strewn on gravel paths.
So here’s what spring in the woods near me looks like now. Skunk cabbage, woohoo! I can’t believe that Tennessee lists it as endangered.