Self is contemplating past, present, and future. To help her along, this from Henry David Thoreau:
In the long run, men hit only what they aim at. Therefore, though they should fail immediately, they had better aim at something high.
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Today is the day of the Author Meet-and-Greet at Gallery Bookshop in Mendocino. The weather is gorgeous.
Everything changes. The theme of this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is EPHEMERA.
“Consider and appreciate now, before now evaporates and becomes then.
In the spirit of the theme, self’s post will comprise a series of moments.
To think, only a week ago, self was in New Bedford, MA, occupying the room of a friend’s child, one with a serious attachment to Harry Potter.
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This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is: REWARD.
Here’s a reward: being able to smell the flowers!
Self was able to cross off one of the items on her list of things to do before she leaves Mendocino: She finally experienced the excellence of breakfast at Queenie’s Road House in Elk (It closes every winter but re-opened a few weeks ago). She had strawberry waffles.
Queenie’s is definitely where the locals hang out: it was crowded. Thankfully, there was room for a solitary diner.
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This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is “Depth” — The prompt suggests using a picture “that suggests volume, a distance between surface and bottom.”
Here are three more takes on that theme!
The first two are from a walk self took along Little Lake Street:
This last picture is of self’s own backyard, just before Christmas . . .
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It is such a bee-yoo-ti-ful day! This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is NEW.
As the prompt on The Daily Post puts it: Let’s celebrate the new!
Tomorrow self will drive up to Mendocino and inspect her new digs. She’s packed almost everything, including Sumatra coffee, a coffee bean grinder, and Krups.
Today, self walked all over her garden.
Here are the first daffodils of the year:
And here is a picture emblematic of the mind frame with which self greeted 2015!
She tweeted that 2014 was her BEST YEAR EVER.
She has the feeling 2015 might be equally good.
Because, you know, she is starting it off with her residency in the Mendocino Art Center! High Fives! Plus there’s lots of artists up there who self is just dying to meet.
Followers of self’s fan fiction also know that she is up to 17 chapters, 288 hits, and 14 kudos.
YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!
Although nephew Chris Blackett asked for her fan fiction pen name, IXNAY to that because, you know, fluff! Too much fluff!
Here’s another picture that’s emblematic of NEW MINDSET:
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The Daily Post’s Photo Challenge this week is YELLOW.
Participating bloggers are asked to post something focusing on the color yellow, whether it be lemons. Or flowers. Or sunlight.
Self’s 1st example of yellow is a tablecloth. The table was on the Venice Beach Pier:
Her 2nd example of yellow is a lit corridor in the History Corner of the Main Quad, Stanford University campus. Self took the picture one evening last fall when she was on her way to Annenberg to catch a Robert Frank documentary on the Rolling Stones’ Exile on Main Street tour:
Finally: sunflowers. Self bought a bunch one day from her local farmers market:
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This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is GONE, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN.
Since it’s been raining steadily for most of the week, self casts her mind back to a sunnier season: summer, when all her flowers were gloriously in bloom:
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Plants blooming now in self’s garden:
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Self loves gardens. Ergo, she loves reading about gardens.
And when she isn’t reading a gardening magazine, she’s reading literary journals.
Today self is reading a back issue of the New Orleans Review. They published a piece of hers, “Thing.” Which was science fiction. It was the start of her new experiments in genre. Thank you, New Orleans Review.
And here is a flower poem by L. S. Klatt. It’s called “The Hydrangea.”
In a hospital bed, the hydrangea
lies sedated. A gown covers it,
stem to neck, but neglect sunburned ankles
that seem to have walked a mile through dune grass.
And what a day that must have been, the head
of the flower, in a bathing cap, out
searching for wavy blue. June, the blooming
season, hothouse of panicles & Starstreaks.
Then August, rainwater dripping through a
French horn of tubes; the hydrangea
dishevels on a pillow, wilted giant.
Oh dear! The poor hydrangea! Well, hopefully the hydrangea in the poem will recover soon.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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