Sunday, September 23, 2007
This is a view of the major state highway on which I commute most days to the intown neighborhoods where I work. This is the last approach before the road bends right to Exit 7 where I will turn off to go to my home.
Then, on the weekday morning when I return to Exit 7, I turn on the right entrance ramp onto this same artery, becoming a blood cell once again as I flow with all my fellow corpuscles into the heart of the city. This circulatory image is further enhanced when I make this trip in the very early morning or the late evening and all the vehicles are lit up: 'white' headlights going in...'red' taillights going out.
This particular drive home was downright lonely...way past the bloody mess of rush hour.
Monday, September 17, 2007
We have a friend in town who lived in New Orleans and returns there frequently, esp. for Mardi Gras. Sometimes-without notice-she'll brings us a jar of this wonderful stuff, spontaneously appearing as it does in the deep recesses of our mailbox.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
This Art Deco clock used to chime on the hour and half hour throughout my childhood. Even tho' it still tells time...the bells are silent. It now sits atop a similarly ailing TV set up in our attic loft-in a niche next to the chimney chase.
I have every intention of getting it ringing again. Its chimes are lovely and clear, and worthy of rebirth; a beautiful piece that will never be out-dated. (The same cannot be said about the temperamental TV-circa 1985.)
Friday, September 14, 2007
"This doesn't look like you...at all", he said.
"How do you feel putting a drawing of yourself on the internet?", he chided.
"When I actually do that, I'll let you know."
(Originally posted on Sept. 14, 2008)