In the dog days of summer, there are hints of a new season waiting in the wings. We feel it in the cool of the morning air, the gathering dark of the evening, and the urge to turn on the oven instead of firing up the grill.
234/365: bells of ireland
Call it the luck o’ the Irish.
One of my favorite green flowers appeared in our garden quite by surprise. I know I didn’t plant it and I almost pulled it, thinking it was a week. Something made me wait and see.
I love to see my less-than-fastidious gardening practices rewarded! With a little time, space, and sunlight, who knows what might blossom?
Saturday we visited the Mill City Museum & Farmer’s Market. We got a free threshing lesson using a method called flailing – basically beating a pile of dry grain stalks with a simple log and chain tool until the seeds come out. We were surprisingly good at it. But, then, we’ve been flailing for years.
One of my favorite parts of summer is my daily sunrise yoga practice at Lake Harriet. Friday morning was particularly glorious: a cool, late summer breeze, pink-tinged clouds, the lonely screech of sea gulls and clank of sailboat moorings. It was all so beautiful I had to pull out my iPhone to take a picture. I’m so glad I did. I want to remember that August morning long after the snow flies.
It was one of those desperate moments when I realize, just before crawling into bed, that I’ve forgotten to take a photo. (This seems to be happening with increasing frequency, unfortunately.)
In those moments, I try not to throw in the towel. No matter how tired I am, or how dark it is, or how really uninteresting my bedroom appears, I believe there is something to see. Some material for art-making to be found. I always grab my camera and start looking. Sometime while cursing under my breath.
Count on light, reflection, and shadow to come through in the clutch every time…
We had a fantastic weekend with college friends in the Quad Cities and took part in the River Action Floatzilla down the Mississippi River. There were a lot of great shots I missed because I was too afraid to bring my camera in the canoe. Anyway, I was busy paddling, looking at pelicans, and frolicking around in the waves. And, while I didn’t get any pics, I did get this souvenir and plenty of memories.