Persistence Alone Wins the Prize
When I think of persistence, I think of the slow erosion of stone, or the prolonged build up of stalactites and stalagmites, over long years of seemingly inconsequential but protracted dripping.
When I think of persistence, I think of the slow erosion of stone, or the prolonged build up of stalactites and stalagmites, over long years of seemingly inconsequential but protracted dripping.
Thank you for this day made
of wind and rain and sun and the scent
of old-fashioned lilacs.
Here you can see the full trajectory of our tree from bright pink at the beginning, to almost white as it fades into leaves and the petals fall.
I thought the film’s cinematography beautiful, the casting terrific, and the acting well done. Throw in beautiful costumes, impressionistic lighting, galloping horsemanship, rivals, as well as a farm to save and you get the idea.
I believe in God as I believe that the Sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.
C. S. Lewis
This would be a lovely gift for a wedding shower, for Father’s Day for those breakfast-making-dads, or check it out from the library for yourself!
Supposedly Henry James’ best novel, Portrait of a Lady is a project to read in its detailed 623 pages. It starts off rather slowly …
I made this outrageous vase for holding lilacs. It solves an engineering problem of displaying these woody branches effectively by creating four tubes of varying heights to hold them in.
Happy Mother’s Day! I hope you’ve had a lovely day.
I had a really nice day in beautiful sunny 80 degree weather.
I have joined this Lower Hudson Valley Plein Air Society only recently, and have a painting in their juried show which opened last night in the Putnam Arts Council in Mahopac, NY.
God said,
make room for me
in your day
that crow swooping low
as you drive to work
This is unexpectedly delicious.
I crushed our peppercorns in a mortar and pestle, and the lemon on the apples is so they don’t turn brown. I toasted the pistachios in a 400 degree oven until fragrant.
Read this book if you are up for a story both worthwhile and different.
Focus your mind so intently on love. It seems hard in the moment because it’s so tempting to pay attention to the firework display of sorrow for yourself. But is it? Just stop. Breathe.
Catkins emerge
so tenderly
with such a meek beginning
as a foreshadowed precursor
in vibrancy and joy…