Category: Musings

“Prometheus, teacher in every art, brought the fire that hath proved to mortals a means to mighty ends.”

December 2, 2013

Credited with the creation of man from clay, a bronze gilded Promethius guards holiday visitors and skaters at New York City’s Rockefeller Center plaza. The fire of 40,000+ shining holiday tree lights, strung on five miles of wire, reinforces this fabled god’s title as the giver of fire to humanity. * * * This year’s tree, a … More “Prometheus, teacher in every art, brought the fire that hath proved to mortals a means to mighty ends.”

Black is a misnomer

November 11, 2013

True to its name, this winterberry holly heralds the pending change of season with clusters of red berries. Commonly called black alder, its leaves turn black before dropping off. Its berries, however, brighten the landscape well into the winter months—assuming, that is, that the birds don’t get to them first. * * * Photo by Mary … More Black is a misnomer

Find beauty not only in the thing itself…

November 7, 2013

but in the the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.  – Junichiro Tanizaki Watch the colors shift and change with your own miniature, but emblematically powerful, sweet spot. Each hand cut, fashioned, and fired necklace pendant was created through a process that combines the ancient technology of glass fusion … More Find beauty not only in the thing itself…

How quick and rushing life can sometimes seem…

October 28, 2013

when at the same time it’s so slow and sweet and everlasting. ― Graham Swift.  A trip back in both time and seasonal color, an autumn ride on the Essex Steam Train brings the rush of pure nostalgia. * * * Photo credit: Julie Carlson © 2013. Julie’s photos have appeared in Life Is Full of Sweet Spots – … More How quick and rushing life can sometimes seem…

Rusty Leaves

October 24, 2013

Overnight, they fell, floating and curling their way through darkness, while I slept and spirits dozed, naked trees bent to the ground, the face of the earth covered its eyes, and the crickets came inside. * * * “Rusty Leaves,” from Dreams of a Wingless Child, by Mary O’Connor, Wheatmark Press, © 2007 Photo, Mary … More Rusty Leaves