Black Mountain

The greening of the mountains from Tanbark Ridge overlook, elevation 3175 feet, Blue Ridge Parkway, North Carolina. The road seen in upper left is the parkway as it continues northeast. Can you see the little houses, including my favorite, the red roofed one?

Saturday, December 31, 2022

Sepia Saturday combining

Sepia Saturday for the 24th and 31 are combined in December 2022.

So I choose to post on the latter date. And there are a lot of Christmas and winter photos to share.

That's my mantra for life.


1916 photo of fishing vessle New England in British Columbia, by German born Canadian photographer Leonard Frank. 

Quincy Market in Boston MA, circa 1857. This is a great match to the prompt photo this period.


An incredibly detailed photo of Deadwood, 1876.

Christmas 1910

Posed photo from late 19th century.

Three young ladies, probably of Czech ancestry, in Granger Texas around 1900


A Victorian snow woman, created by Victorian women in 1891, published in The Strand in 1892.

Sharng with my Sepia Saturday friends, bloggers across the miles.



Today's quote:

Words are the clothes thoughts wear." --Samuel Beckett






Friday, December 30, 2022

Bird town

 And then there's our national bird...the Bald Eagle.

This is a cute video about one place that they like, a Lot!


Sorry for no more items today, I'm crunched with a deadline for a January newsletter.


Today's quote:

Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. 


If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things,
this is the best season of your life.
Wu Men
Stephen Mitchell version

Thursday, December 29, 2022

Jackie Morris, Artist beyond art

 From a Treehugger article:

The Lost Words' Restores Nature to Children's Vocabulary

This enchanting book uses poetic 'spells' and gorgeous illustrations to reconnect children to the great outdoors.

"It's a spell book? Like a magic spell book?"

 Indeed, that is exactly what its creators, Robert Macfarlane and Jackie Morris, set out to do when they made this unusual and, yes, enchanting book back in 2018. They were responding to a decision by the Oxford Junior Dictionary to remove around 40 common words relating to nature from its 2007 edition. These "lost words" included acorn, adder, bluebell, dandelion, fern, heron, kingfisher, newt, otter, and willow. They were replaced by words like attachment, blog, broadband, bullet point, cut-and-paste, and voicemail. 

One can only imagine how much longer that list would be now. Macfarlane and Morris saw this as a tragic loss for children, evidence of a growing disconnect with a natural world that has long sustained and nourished humans, and a significant displacement by the indoor realm. Children have an instinctive desire to name and know animals. The problem is that their focus has shifted toward "synthetic" creatures, or made-up ones that feature in cartoons and online videos.

Macfarlane wrote for the Guardian about a 2009 study from Cambridge University that found children were better at identifying Pokémon characters than common British plant and wildlife species. They had around 80% accuracy for Pokémon, but less than 50% for real-life species. The paper concluded that children have tremendous capacity for learning about creatures, both natural and manmade, but are presently "more inspired by synthetic subjects" than by "living creatures." This contributes to a sense of isolation from nature and, hopefully, urgency on the part of adults to repair that.

The paper concluded that we need "to re-establish children's links with nature if we are to win over the hearts and minds of the next generation", for "we love what we know … What is the extinction of the condor to a child who has never seen a wren?"

"The Lost Words" aims to do that with a delightfully magical slant. The book features 20 words, each with three dedicated page spreads. First comes a word search, where a child can decode the letters and the name of the species, painted in gold, from a scattering of alphabet letters. Next there's an acrostic poem based on each word, accompanied by a full-page painting that resembles a religious icon made with abundant gold leaf. These are called "spells" rather than poems because they are "designed to be spoken (or sung!) out loud in order to summon back these words and creatures into our hearts." Finally, there is a full double-page watercolor illustration of the plant or animal in its native habitat, often with other species hidden around the edges.


As Macfarlane explained, "We've got more than 50% of species in decline. And names, good names, well used can help us see and they help us care. We find it hard to love what we cannot give a name to. And what we do not love we will not save."

The book was published in 2017 and I am sorry it's taken me all these years to discover it. But its message remains relevant and its presentation is as spellbinding as ever. If there are young children in your life, then this is a book well worth checking out of the library or adding to your collection.

 Published December 19, 2022 08:00AM EST

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I discovered fellow blogger Jackie Morris about the time she was working on Lost Words...or a bit before. Her blog had featured her wonderful cats that walked to the shore with her, and she took great photos of them. And she painted wonderful amazing watercolor animals. I've really missed her blog.




A Christmas Card to benefit musicians.
And here's her web site...many more beautiful words and paintings. Jackie Morris Artist
Today's quote:

One cannot be deeply responsive to the world without being saddened very often. 
-Erich Fromm, psychoanalyst and author (1900-1980)

Wednesday, December 28, 2022

A couple of newbies.

 Hello, it's me, who usually gabs a bunch in comments on everyone's posts. Not yesterday. I was feeling glum, and  stayed in my Jammies all day. Not sick, but not particularly sociable.

I moved this freshly born little blossom away from the windos, where it's in the 20s each night. She'll be happier on the table behind the sill itself. I've never seen so many branches of flowers. They will have trouble opening, and I guess I should have pruned some away. I did give her leaves a bath with dish detergent...those drops weren't water, and there were a couple of spots under another leaf that looked like white fly fungus starting. Oh geese, that will be the first time it's hit an orchid. Maybe the detergent will help disinterest it. I hope it doesn't bother her. She's got lots of leaves!!


I have since cut her to the two main branches with flowers. And here are three blossoms!




And a friend gave me this bright little one. Wow, she really stands out among the greenery!

And raising a cuppa to toast the blaming of aging for everything that goes wrong today. I may have other things to blame tomorrow!

Today's quote:

“The older you get the better you get, unless you are a banana.“ – Betty White

Tuesday, December 27, 2022

It's finally above freezing!

 But I couldn't wait. I thought I could, but when it was 27 degrees F, I drove over to Flat Creek to see how the ice situation was with water on rocks. It did not disappoint. But I discovered my teeth were cold, even with my mouth closed. I have become so used to wearing a mask, which kept my mouth and nose quite warm! This was a brief trip, barely across the bridge and down to the bank of the creek.









I don't think any snow had fallen, just ice that bubbled into existence where water was still enough to freeze!

This is my new header for "When I Was 69 (Now 80)" blog...where I post my opinions and interests beyond my own life.


Today's quote:

"Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth."  —Henry David Thoreau

Monday, December 26, 2022

And a light feast as we continued to catch up

 




Chicken Carbonara after an appetizer of hot artichoke dip with pita chips

The remains of the artichoke cip. Linguini pasta, side salads of Caesar...

This was my Pizza, Rosa, which had mushrooms and roasted garlics...really delicious!

I don't remember what this pasta dish was, with side salad.

Well I had wood fired pizza, and a Caesar salad. And my son also had a pizza with arugula all over it. Talk about salad on the pizza! Everyone had really good appetites! (I confess, I split the Rosa pizza with my granddaughter!)

And I guess I focused more on our conversation than the food. (Sorry Dave.)

This was at Fresh Wood Fired Pizza. In Black Mountain NC. Their menu is at their site on line. That's the way we choose restaurants these days!


Today's quote:

"Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness." - Desmond Tutu 

Sunday, December 25, 2022

Views from the Blue Ridge Parkway.

For all who celebrate the Christian holiday with love and giving, with trees and decorations, with church going and Bible reading...may this holy day be joyful for you all.





Today's quote:

We take our bearings, daily, from others. To be sane is, to a great extent, to be sociable. 
-John Updike, writer (1932-2009)


Saturday, December 24, 2022

Christmas Eve

 Last week I was visited by one of my sons, as his family drove from their home in OH to a beach place to visit in FL (seeing friends and relatives along the way.) Many of his family live nearby in FL.

It was a lovely couple of hours.

One of my lovely new scarves...this one a shawl! It has a matching hat with a tassell...is that spelled right?
My son was explaining what Doonsbury cartoons, editorializing news events, printed in newspapers were, as a four picture series on Twitter...or something like that. I'm so glad he liked this used book from 1975, which the girls asked him to explain some of the events. It should be an interesting history lesson!


One granddaughter was particularly pleased with a new wallet. Who knew, when I chose what to give these lovely lasses, whether they would like these Indian made gifts.

Another granddaughter immediately said, these are the colors in my room...so I see a wall hanging in its future.

This was the very first package opened, and that smile, the anticipation, that was what this holiday of giving is all about.

Michelle liked her Alpaca scarf which I gave her.

Then we went to lunch. Oh that will have to be another post...not like fellow blogger, Dave who puts the food right in along with the visit! I want to stretch this short visit out, to enhance my enjoyment in retrospect.

It's been several years since I have been able to be with any family for Christmas sharing. One son lives 800 or so miles away. And the other is about 500 miles away, with their families. And the ones living in the Tampa/St. Pete area are all adults with their own busy lives...it's hard to get them all together at one place and time.  I miss seeing each of those adult grandchildren, my son and his wife and her sister, and his ex-wife and her mother who are good friends! I sent some presents along with the family frrom OH to share with them.

Today's quote:

I do not want art for a few, any more than education for a few, or freedom for a few. -William Morris, poet and novelist (24 Mar 1834-1896)

Friday, December 23, 2022

The Folk Art Center

It's really the Southern Highlands Craft Guild...and they had a "second's" sale for 2 Saturdays. That meant perfectly good but somehow flawed works.

I forgot to wear a mask and as usual was coughing...so I didn't take any photos of the cringing crowd around me in the bigger room where many potters and jewelers and a few fabric dyers were displaying...though they could very well have worn masks (the cringing crowd I mean.)



During the day this member potter had done some demonstrations. She wasn't working when we walked by. But her horse hair raku pieces (to the left of tree) were lovely!

To the right is the National Park shop, and then in the far distance is the bigger shop of the Folk Art members...and  up a ramp is a gallery of rotating displays. 

Let's see if I remember this right. The Blue Ridge Parkway is a National Park, so they own this land. I think the Southern Highlands people built the building, and/or lease it. One of those contractural arrangements. The SoHi people are membership only, with some kind of jury to select who gets in, and they have to live within the southern US states. Not sure that FL is allowed though, and maybe not as far west as Mississippi or Louisana. Kentucky and Virginia are ok though, as well as Tennessee. I know of one potter from Georgia.

I excused myself and sat on a bench to cough as quietly as I could. Oh, and I did ask for a mask several places, and the National Park people offered me a paper one. I was grateful until I put it on my face to smell the Raid or some other insecticide. I gave it back and they threw it away.

I did see a nice display, which I'll share in another post. It was off by itself!


Today's quote:

I have yet to hear a man ask for advice on how to combine marriage and a career. 

- Gloria Steinem, activist, editor (b. Mar 1934)

Thursday, December 22, 2022

Don't forget this

 It's our main job... 

Wednesday, December 21, 2022

A very happy yule to you!!

 Today is winter solstice. Here in eastern US it occurs when the earth starts tilting back the other direction toward the sun at 4:48 pm EST.

I always love standing still, feeling gravity and all it's power, and thinking the earth keeps on turning, but somehow it stops its tilt like a top and turns the other way. There's a moment with tilt stop. That seems so incredible to my scientific mind.

But also my emotional intuitive self is dancing for the joy of less darkness and more light, which is of course the main feature of the earth leaning more southerly from it's north pole. 

And so all these winter festivals also celebrate the returning of the light! In many manifestaions. Son and sun. Burning the yule log, and composting the leavings from our own dinners (no that's not a fesitval - yet)

Today's quote:

The year finally turns
Pirouetting en pointe
The dancer meets the dance
And we are renewed
Halloed hollow
We will hold a space
A dark space
An empty place
Cupped between hands
Hidden between breaths
Lost between heartbeats
Harroed from soul-falls
We will hold a space
For the coming of the light
We breathe in
The moment has come
To hold our breath within our heart
Silence
While the light becomes so still
We can hear the tiny cracks as dawn breaks
This moment the light has travelled far
And pauses breathless
Before starting that slow return
The moment passes, as always
And we breathe out
Giving thanks to the sweet sacred dark
Welcoming the light

I'm sorry, when I cut/pasted this, the author's name was lost. If you know who wrote it, please let me know.




Tuesday, December 20, 2022

More Black Mountain shopping and the background of a favorite carol.

  

The Cherry Street entrance to Sassafras on Sutton offers this patio, and leads to the childrens department upstairs. I went downstairs to the book department, where there's also sitting and coffee available. That entrance is indeed on Sutton St.


Though winter has set in, I'm sure weary shoppers would be glad to "set a spell."


This is the patio on Cherry Street.

And another video...this one tells the history (untold story) of the Ukranian song, "Carol of the Bells."



Today's quote:

Within your heart, keep one still, secret spot where dreams may go.

LOUISE DRISCOL