You are not giving up, and neither am I

The pain you feel is because of what you love. You can keep walking whether it is sunny or raining. Everything we can save is worth saving.

Rebecca Solnit has become my North Star.

 

 

 

 

How could they?

Election day morning!

Precipice

Calm before the storm. Not calm exactly but a steady drone of calls for this and that, playing on every feeling one might be having. (The best are modest - Only if you can afford it - or combos: WE'RE CRYING tears of joy...) It's too much to handle, as if my $47 or $3 or postcards alone could save every seat in congress. A nervous tango of dread and hope, each trailing its own indecisive polls and predictions, has come to a still point. Tomorrow the real trouble begins, even if our better angels prevail. Pray for peace.

November mood

Ready for the future... Keep Calm-ala and Carry On-ala!

Snap!

Me disappearing into a tree

Sprigs of understanding

What a pleasure to find at the American Folk Art Museum the originals of some of the Shaker Gift Drawings I found reproduced in a book when we visited Canterbury Shaker Village last year! This "Sprig of Understanding" appears in Polly Jane Reed's "A Present from Mother Lucy to Eliza Ann Taylor" (1849), one of several drawings in which every image is labeled.

Some trees from drawings already shared with this blog: 

A new one: Polly Collins' "The Gospel Union, Fruit-Bearing Tree" (1855)

It's not all trees, of course, most conspicuously in Semantha Fairbanks and Mary Wicks' "Sacred Sheet"(1843), a calligraphy of tongues!

Lava lamp

A little blast from the past, courtesy of Facebook: eleven years ago!

Vote cast

At my local polling station, they ran out of "I VOTED EARLY" stickers.

Peak foliage

When I arrived in my office yesterday it looked like the colored objects on the window sill had gone to town on the leafscape.

Today they really let loose. From the 4th floor skybridge and looking down from my classroom on the 6th floor - what splendor!

But many of the leaves let loose too. By the end end of a blustery day, the red leaves of the northernmost tree were mostly on the ground.

Early morning light

Shadow play!

Rockland Lake

Just a little north of us, fall is farther along. In this swamp it seems to linger at ground level in bright colors as the trees prepare for winter.