tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86739057789700780042024-02-18T19:16:34.825-08:00Live from VermontSandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-11284636706672893852012-02-04T15:24:00.000-08:002012-02-04T15:31:47.107-08:00Saturday 2/4Back to L.A. where it's 75 degrees today. It's warm in Johnson, too - 25 degrees.<div><br /></div><div>I have to say that this month flew past. I was lucky enough to have the summer off from teaching and I went to England for 5 weeks. That seemed a lot longer.</div><div><br /></div><div>The river and the snow and ice taught me to look more carefully. My laryngitis taught me to listen. Everything eventually lead to my nascent shape poem project.</div><div><br /></div><div>I ate far more chocolate and drank more champagne in Johnson than I have for the past year -- also terrific experiences.</div><div><br /></div><div>Writing often changes its voice, depending on what I'm writing. Sometimes it's a bright or colorful voice. Sometimes the voice is quieter/paler and the language comes more slowly, chewily, which is what is happening currently.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm back into the swing of things. Grocery shopping, photocopying, lesson plan preparation, cooking and tidying up receipts.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rolling up my sleeves for 2012!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-57580342455099965952012-02-02T05:14:00.001-08:002012-02-04T15:49:09.089-08:00Thursday 2/2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1cX70xHuwKvt9_BZ-h7OjdjZkY8WQtnhDHFiqBsyvRKBOCLDcyHptdD9SbVcl50ZQVhV0G1JCzIE3t5Gb-oQckMIW_ddsZ0PLkyaJSiVRxKjiyv4RtmR_XpjI_DA3w6xTj9g-jLLpMHnp/s1600/095.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1cX70xHuwKvt9_BZ-h7OjdjZkY8WQtnhDHFiqBsyvRKBOCLDcyHptdD9SbVcl50ZQVhV0G1JCzIE3t5Gb-oQckMIW_ddsZ0PLkyaJSiVRxKjiyv4RtmR_XpjI_DA3w6xTj9g-jLLpMHnp/s320/095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704527203715177026" /></a>A frisson of excitement. Last night, at some late night party, someone threw up in the dining hall men's bathroom. They threw newspaper over the evidence, perhaps hoping that it would somehow disappear. Or maybe it was a post-modern art attempt ...<br /><br /><div>Todd, our maintenance person, is furious. We, the elderly, are unable to stay up late enough to get that drunk. Over breakfast, we had a marvelous time tutting over the incident and congratulating ourselves on being innocently tucked up at 10:15pm.</div><div><br />This melting icicle is outside the elementary school but safely out of the way of the littlies.</div><div><br /></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFD_hRlspyquox71JdhjmBr4WvW19SgkuqTs030kFx7L6H9oeA0QmpNasIBQ7Z1mgtcJjOT3vqh1sr5WTA0DzvHVqU_Z7HiUH-m6tUV-Em9WL4ltW1UXty7gfa8cWbOKVvui4jkJen5rv/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704528190126916642" /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggz02C2JFiWv9iojDWxr2ANvAkjliDCgTjRg6K93bHDl0jGGy538ym2f4PqoO7gS-zLoY0bc2DUiVyyuAjgNO4rOlMg5vWdA8AH_jgvOWpmX4FmlTqLoFy5Jc02FqeH4wrrA6psGfOV4X/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704531588080320914" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><div>Lisa has been making these alphabet letters as going away gifts for us. She's even providing packing</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPBl6XBmhO63W3ToT6hfCldqkyHrlRr2T-ZOMErGpfQNAOTvWqMQj3m8UDKmznXH-_OzeXIai9d7UWzciXwsbbgENJDCVFAypfkjzGNM6J1XYfyMUPKszYkHv1HDqxZYM05SvHbYLeore/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704532138056200322" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div>materials so we can get them home safely. My first experience in taking baby art on the plane.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFRodYwKKlhu5phavV0NqT4o4rS_UB3IDdAml0lArDeNJGE6nJXmWWagXZNHyrocj5Oj708msFJgYQU2rw64y6q8SgESh4F-fb5HfgVM0LpGGhiyKbZIhJfMTOmgV47w2_pg_EqVouSVhF/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704532551814005026" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The amazing Hwan's work. We had open studio visits last night.</div><div><br /></div>The one in the box frame costs $2000. None of us had enough spare cash. <br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzUyugtOx6Or4XPSP6-U3je62nvZw3-2HP2v99MyynJBErlpPgfGnFP0eeo2Dxm_MfenRbw2rKyOhhb9ov7GZettgwR7jkqsIgoefyfVDtpBqrxym5QbB1uUeg8O7ZX5L6cWvMZCPXDcZJ/s320/035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704533119344602578" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Today, I'm doing a couple of short pieces before my last work stint in the kitchen. It's now snowing gently - the real version of Hollywood snow that's made of tiny pieces of plastic.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>And one last ice-sculpture pic before I wrap this blog up. I'll be packing my studio this afternoon.</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-36287777333590795982012-02-01T06:37:00.000-08:002012-02-01T06:51:03.804-08:00Tuesday 1/31<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi84E7MjWkuN2B34rTe7PIyKlgRgr51a-Hu5feslb_7_fbShoaZ38lf0QlJmj1dIUvB95jrXDSUSYbHjxzsmvPp3oZCv57AJ51DkjSIebApL2-IZfL9P4Gl3SComie0HGXh-dGQDz6s8yco/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi84E7MjWkuN2B34rTe7PIyKlgRgr51a-Hu5feslb_7_fbShoaZ38lf0QlJmj1dIUvB95jrXDSUSYbHjxzsmvPp3oZCv57AJ51DkjSIebApL2-IZfL9P4Gl3SComie0HGXh-dGQDz6s8yco/s320/049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704176885608691938" /></a><div>The left-hand pic is of some kind of mushroom/toadstool item in the forest.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>Finally some snow! It was quite warm, though, so I think we'll have more slush and ice tomorrow. Anyway, it was wonderful to go walking along the river this afternoon.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div>We had the last of the resident reading series last night and I read from the new short.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcz7NWleQDxF9VFVsn2CTZXrpIRxdoF7Jul1rj438yJcaxVO9OiEMDFPc0y3_puglt8BSm7f5Hbt-apPkvHTRa49ptoiScUW6BW_9B8MlOj_WIE1u4YQAGsV5T6N2u9KNvql7qUKaymCaE/s1600/058.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcz7NWleQDxF9VFVsn2CTZXrpIRxdoF7Jul1rj438yJcaxVO9OiEMDFPc0y3_puglt8BSm7f5Hbt-apPkvHTRa49ptoiScUW6BW_9B8MlOj_WIE1u4YQAGsV5T6N2u9KNvql7qUKaymCaE/s320/058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704177646160770002" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi84E7MjWkuN2B34rTe7PIyKlgRgr51a-Hu5feslb_7_fbShoaZ38lf0QlJmj1dIUvB95jrXDSUSYbHjxzsmvPp3oZCv57AJ51DkjSIebApL2-IZfL9P4Gl3SComie0HGXh-dGQDz6s8yco/s1600/049.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>One of the artists dedicated her month to a project about everyone and produced these wonderful little paint snapshots. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVF8LfP5IUN3N88ioC_7q5uaU8a0nYO1tg2wU5GMi0AcCxQLGzKAmRLi2FHKdqn4dqVjVh916AtuYRAr5aWB0TsNpxYp9DWf2erZqUk1RYkR-fCFLeMtgf99ENatsatEUbP2S6kIgnMoMP/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704178538274767490" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaCMTG5uwKveH5_0JOFSwOZ-jfswAlupbU1IBfM5GURXmKNO-Bmjy-oyL8yzv01ZSwWZLl3KZA6Z70k5A9DW5VrPp6wL7Y6qrwZ8zPJH4ytCskLFJCYeGS-zdQjis5M61jhXcCm-LGgCZt/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704178026261766514" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmRfb-OliH856bRMNfI101MGc-QkNql2y6ZMrWNviEffasqk3-vUV_MXEEefR1Uk-OkWG6fzP4kxa2IzOjF5NEPzlX8x12qtLCqPVam4jFcSQiwAWtInuVblo_3bLqOejBQ2DvmBK28Bob/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704178805805560706" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The one on the left was written for me. I've been going around in my pink coat and orange hat all month! </div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-74655969929953522662012-01-31T05:34:00.000-08:002012-01-31T05:50:03.760-08:00Monday 1/30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhagT6r6Y1rx8OkUJZZ7c7RjsBBdQFalHl64evOgKCGza5QYOKncCf0FMWE3I26zJXA5iEAV5a_jhNeMO3LW-dz2zG10NqixXki_uqj5lzMry4J7wNT6U1E9JS2z5fj7YjtL9h-xkEXIqX/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhagT6r6Y1rx8OkUJZZ7c7RjsBBdQFalHl64evOgKCGza5QYOKncCf0FMWE3I26zJXA5iEAV5a_jhNeMO3LW-dz2zG10NqixXki_uqj5lzMry4J7wNT6U1E9JS2z5fj7YjtL9h-xkEXIqX/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703789469535799010" /></a>Odd mix of snow and slush and more snow. It's meant to freeze tonight.<div><br /></div><div>Lovely cavernous mouth of ice! I was lucky to get this one. I passed by later and it was completely frozen over. It seems weirdly dental.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had my consultation with the current resident writer, Simon Van Booy. He's an interesting mix</div><div><br /></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLIcC08EO69Ji_qT4VBfxeJuSmm2jpqHLPJowDnyLEWgq8B905ZOLo5jVFkh9eACWJebDfOADzL2F_quoACTkv6uAdKr_8gfs5pOf9FQd0EP_BvqsmGCfP0uDmRVpWT8CSVNnR0ulh0pq0/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703790461297236146" /><div><br />of Chinese/French/Welsh but comes off as a peculiar and semi-proper kind of Brit. Really lovely person and a lyrical writer. He builds into his stories carefully, architecturally. His reading last night was deeply engaging. Everyone decided that he'd be great at audio books.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3lm_vBrMDjBhVeF_Qro9pO9oxr-tQca6xHXwsF46ocaApPFZ39Hz-2t4uSC0HT95Vuo94aKX7TPbbGnHHrC1QXNb0HpGGYQbHkhSQfvtu5NG19Y-24rIPvJqpVbNRJRdHRVAB1sBzIYA/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703791449989113778" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Spent some time with my friend, Cara, who's been a little under the weather. All of us are feeling this end to our month in various ways. Some are winding down, some are starting new work, and some are looking downright depressed. I'm doodling over some short pieces which are satisfying but not too demanding.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndC55Jtd1XK9QTuh78h5Npc7PUQ-QpSjILvcOrP3KxDh0ntP897RZgYIcQRl2gATduxk90xcVagReWv75ECjpxUozzjzrp3UhAgZs_IP5hu7CR68pGCleOxOhh3h0I4T1fzGp2URAEoyO/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703792628080592322" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div>Going to bed early tonight.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-48972083848987572272012-01-29T17:33:00.000-08:002012-02-04T15:46:46.633-08:00Sunday 1/29<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh41LvV6tMt2RifQRoBnqjjhfLKUYk9x5HAuYWdxTMXmMoRlGQfj0TZHGRPatDFLKT0uq24hyphenhypheny9Jd-YNQy4mK7HX1J2GdJAMPNYYQnIaJ3C7bpwD_2RNDi41IhxSfUYg8UXpyrqdMoIpfPN/s1600/053.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh41LvV6tMt2RifQRoBnqjjhfLKUYk9x5HAuYWdxTMXmMoRlGQfj0TZHGRPatDFLKT0uq24hyphenhypheny9Jd-YNQy4mK7HX1J2GdJAMPNYYQnIaJ3C7bpwD_2RNDi41IhxSfUYg8UXpyrqdMoIpfPN/s320/053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703232778398823762" /></a><br />After doing laundry and wrestling with the novel edit, I went with Lisa to visit Stowe, a nearby ski resort. We took the ski lift up to the top of the mountain. <div><br /></div><div>The rock was amazing -- it had been wind-blasted with snow. And the skiers and snowboarders were utterly fearless.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEG49AdVz7LXlcjB2c8Gh4UPGsQ9-wl3UMy5_UOuJa5Nw9xScMP6ePoEDzz8j3Tk3KKTc1DbGVtSkOigaameBIWob7bV7d2sFQskfnXCqgYFxtfFB8dDmwr-rzPkh_DyyWOyH33KLByk0/s320/077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703233314422937890" /></div><div>On the way up on the gondola, we saw one small boy who was lying face-down in the snow and refusing to move. I completely sympathize.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij9zYMWH0GqkOdSCIQ1Ed0mcg-fURXexMPfJCShBTEBVZeAXgWCzVCFfRonwVEbYNS2FbzpWYkFH2OnjvfllI3Z8wKuqtt9XpxA3k_JCkS5-gWZqyO8Vsaac0fFf_uHjtzIVdpDF-VDoSR/s320/079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703234077677727906" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div>At the top, we sat in the restaurant and had a drink while we admired the view and the backs of the skiers and snowboarders vanishing off the edge of the world.</div><div><br /></div><div>This point was only 4,600 feet! It must have been even more stunning from the top of the black diamond runs.</div><div><br /></div><div>What a glorious day. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>During my last few days here, I'll be concentrating on the novel edit and the shape poems. It's so wonderful to have had this opportunity.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFFcri9vdtTwEMH2jDKYJ7Ghn5IWSccJ-sg1PEZMSthmdgpYtgnYUMIypJ5yFFugj5p9Qwa5GHYK8L7awuC-T175JRoMpuTva0mbq5kP4J3VkLKOrXbOGHnXJlzaHDl9aBPwaKrnOq4ox9/s320/064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703234700392916210" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-36510969971149845372012-01-28T06:25:00.000-08:002012-01-28T06:39:45.944-08:00Saturday 1/28<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYQ6wF2PY5gwanAzXY6Xa81Y4vFSyV-trJkw0o5FqU5__kcLOc7fp9K2WDEcWchOX3rV5WoI_jgxBgIhdJUjMeZACMff5plAEn5djIx02s8cNIlATr9krkAopozzDvetXecxK6fm2SxNY/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYQ6wF2PY5gwanAzXY6Xa81Y4vFSyV-trJkw0o5FqU5__kcLOc7fp9K2WDEcWchOX3rV5WoI_jgxBgIhdJUjMeZACMff5plAEn5djIx02s8cNIlATr9krkAopozzDvetXecxK6fm2SxNY/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702689350945950434" /></a><br />After the recent spell of warm weather, the river is running again. It has some interesting ice formations both above and beneath the surface.<div><br /></div><div>It's constantly changing and mesmerizing. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm here to write!</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJKy5dKEzL-oXjF1G2riu0XiusCSq2MGayUb2bJkWoRXJ364w_G4UxWaps22VZbV4exMck5Ep1hV5CPGvSJePjGjH-lQ5VmnKmYJ8KMfn6410CKOHY54n_VUK7YVLerqCl4Xc-vQHZO3l2/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702689683086802130" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div>Yesterday, I worked on the visual poems. I printed out a number of pictures and bought a piece of vellum to see what they would look like layered. I quite like the idea of multiple layers of vellum (for the words). Lisa came to my studio and offered really useful insights re: bordering, placement of language and so on. For now, I'm going to concentrate on seeing which images I'm drawn to. It's becoming more obvious that certain ones need less language.</div><div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJAF5dkZfF8jmkHdSurN-ik9a1fVJQaWcoSm2XCsbkKAnNAlxfBIoOX5VTB-ect1FSwu_ANQXg-nkcLOtQF2jQjRfGn7UP9Ca6yhuBq5e5Qze7ssSQAHWQVbWH4rGVoLd8-s-4fbgjL9fT/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702690918692340802" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>Today, I'm back to the novel edit -- as much as I can do without feedback from the publisher. I'll have to send another email.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last night we went down to the lounge and watched "Spellbound" (Hitchcock). Ingrid Bergmand and Gregory Peck. Some beautiful camera angles and snappy (and corny) dialogue. </div><div><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3kCMlA9tBxxv_koYAuA1X0BtaAQNIYk8PqtKn8Y5TmSCE9s7qSpbVviWjR_Sw-gqICDQxQTpFWMK0KrpmxOEhh_5GfVJH6YubnYyAKfXQuERKtZNUsN881hsJ-Aj4Ke7pF90UaMCGYaT/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702691656152750770" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br />This evening, we're meeting at Lisa's studio. They're going to be knitting and I'm going to play with my shape poems.</div></div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-79842865531493746922012-01-27T08:30:00.000-08:002012-01-27T18:07:12.404-08:00Friday 1/27<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTt95kvXjYtoLA260mYw-R3r6iq-zZGDGUbR96mp-E0PD5KIU5cKGv4sx-fxBEIVULxqNwSWw8et70iRQhStGHDi8EDjr41LmTJy8NPPBCNldWsxnPATGvDVzVQqdF5Gq4Kux_k_pWFg9/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTt95kvXjYtoLA260mYw-R3r6iq-zZGDGUbR96mp-E0PD5KIU5cKGv4sx-fxBEIVULxqNwSWw8et70iRQhStGHDi8EDjr41LmTJy8NPPBCNldWsxnPATGvDVzVQqdF5Gq4Kux_k_pWFg9/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702350412573742962" /></a><br />The last week! How did we get here so quickly...<div><br /></div><div>It was snowing last night. It was lovely to tilt my head back and taste snowflakes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today has been sludgy and rainy. Very exciting getting around. We're back to wind-milling arms and impromptu skating.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last night's visiting artist, Brian Belott, was terrific. He makes most of his art in the cheapest possible way. Does a lot of collage, paints on post-its or playing cards. He makes little books and stitches them together in the most basic way. They're great fun to look through.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm asking him to come to my studio after lunch to give me an opinion on what I'm doing with the snow-ice pics and "shape' poems. I don't know if it's possible to put them into a small book because of the writing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Afternoon: I tried reducing the pics but I'm not happy with the smaller size. I believe larger might be better in this case. Lisa brought over some larger paper. I'll experiment with that.</div><div><br /></div><div>We watched "Spellbound" tonight (Hitchcock) after dinner. It was utterly fabulous!</div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-20350266559717273172012-01-26T16:33:00.000-08:002012-01-26T16:47:12.787-08:00Thursday 1/26<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjRWmg8LR5HPzgIDqdR0uh6OO6ovg2rP5gv2-c2PZhwlFFYggnM555djWv35t8pPne6nXYvceTv2uJxQKdkNGy5TQaRCC_-KAwZJ82Xy-i_F1y-KInq38AzhmQ3zF7YB3hRFPka-09amEB/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjRWmg8LR5HPzgIDqdR0uh6OO6ovg2rP5gv2-c2PZhwlFFYggnM555djWv35t8pPne6nXYvceTv2uJxQKdkNGy5TQaRCC_-KAwZJ82Xy-i_F1y-KInq38AzhmQ3zF7YB3hRFPka-09amEB/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702105014435123074" /></a><br />I've started working on the ice-snow-sea pictures and shaping pieces around them. I suppose the nearest definition is "concrete" poems, except I'm working into a photo of the natural "sculpture". One of my friends suggested I superimpose the poems over the (enlarged) photos. I'm going to work with another friend's light-box tomorrow to see if I can trace a photo onto the paper.<div><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcK55O0NfYDgeIIIcS0SaRE9dyzsjmVp71s5n9iWSuo7C8KCSEg3XG2UPZjEW5apY-Z7OZ8ak0wxHNiVFSDv2IPq88jllJu0V-P3JsoHqcgWLoqVx1JNx4eey127RFUJpyoctoJFIz8vU/s320/027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702105762757096834" />We went down to the river today. Love those geometrics!</div><div><br /></div><div>It was lovely to get out and walk. The recent icy conditions have made it difficult to walk around. and there's more icy stuff on the way. They've cancelled school tomorrow since the roads will be treacherous.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ppdE5UWd7ATWZ1_pNmDDD0BGreRnwDJAfRJZc-V4EwkKN8Q_2wGzLF_qNkEgVUau6AgBcHIyYXrZ24SKgJR-Aldy4JZ-JNoIlUciRQ1mClrA6QoXT_rQt7VKrXWB2V8y20Td3mlK0f8_/s320/039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702106236146308258" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>From the left: Gladys (painter and writer), Marie (poet) and Lisa (sculptor).</div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight is another artist lecture (we get lectured a lot). The second fiction writer has turned up, so I'm looking forward to hearing what he has to say in the workshop tomorrow.</div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-88838334800092054912012-01-25T10:21:00.000-08:002012-01-25T10:35:32.482-08:00Wednesday 1/25<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSxnqHOxc2g8GgCC7Gn35GGYniTyrRkk5filE2vtvkFHXn5Phyu6zYF6EnEwJ5om9qtNzcPJdQzlFstmoOCaIdajdqsgoBt6ioZK4Y7Nrh43Wo9tWCv0-aY0xQvy0YLEYyHCAVfyBPEboc/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSxnqHOxc2g8GgCC7Gn35GGYniTyrRkk5filE2vtvkFHXn5Phyu6zYF6EnEwJ5om9qtNzcPJdQzlFstmoOCaIdajdqsgoBt6ioZK4Y7Nrh43Wo9tWCv0-aY0xQvy0YLEYyHCAVfyBPEboc/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701636992662113410" /></a>One of those extra-slushy<br />days. It's still warm (30 degrees) and I'm longing for that crispy cold weather ...<div><br /></div><div>Still, there are some interesting slush sculptures around!</div><div><br /></div><div>So last night's lecture was from a social-conscience type of sculptor, I suppose. He does all these projects with various communities (old people, children, outdoor parks and so on). Some of them are impressive and others less so.</div><div><br /><div>Charmaine, an artist pointed out that one of his projects was helping a homeless man become a well-known artist. Instead of focusing on the artist's work, there were numerous shots of the man signing his first apartment lease, wining and dining with well-known artists and society folk. It seemed to commodify the man and change the focus of the project entirely.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the other hand, the formerly homeless guy is better off and now more able to explore his art. This relationship between benefactor and benefactee is wobbly. Example: The students who help the homeless because it looks good on their resumes for college. On the other hand, they did actually do something.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPTEuvdeMh1vXa2zJz42Rxw2btip2LYlZxwLDna38kqvYFOQ1jqnmUjhovR1U-Mp_qrpdEv9l6B2KND2uP7RUTlr3R_ExLh87GEeAIkEJBO5EGz2_drZs_gxMiKkKRSYEjQh6NvdqZozpp/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701638662429152914" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>So, instead we shall look at floating chunks of ice and other acts of nature.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVlAgouh4z_sYUujOm2uyYrBaxFyf3R1kP4BZhcCBekgXEMsNR3cIlgLLcvhXADRwckUq9Dn7jeIBvLMBMoJQr_DeuGtFF6QKBBFmQX8KL9zZAx9ohJQP3vxunql5pDCtj8PcVlIiNI-b0/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701639378744667794" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight is another slide presentation by the artists. I always look forward to these. And we'll have wine!</div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-58326466377760904162012-01-24T06:01:00.000-08:002012-01-24T16:27:47.482-08:00Tuesday 1/24<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPesbdzXZLq_BUpds2SYQIs6xDLAq6qhqKLbwRwHGy-fs2flGBWbkKTteUMbtB6N1d-It4qnYHieERJnBVY6a3jGe_zv__cmTlrfxo2fDYyj8oALWc5G_gPhHTa0ZSz_Fy3Z6CM57EsWh5/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPesbdzXZLq_BUpds2SYQIs6xDLAq6qhqKLbwRwHGy-fs2flGBWbkKTteUMbtB6N1d-It4qnYHieERJnBVY6a3jGe_zv__cmTlrfxo2fDYyj8oALWc5G_gPhHTa0ZSz_Fy3Z6CM57EsWh5/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701203695700577778" /></a>The warm, wet weather continues. The frozen river looks exquisite in the rain.<div><br /></div><div>Within the space of 36 hours, the whole atmosphere has changed. We wander around, our arms outstretched, wildly semaphoring over the slick surfaces. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I've finally signed up for the last reading, so I can bore everyone for 10 minutes next week.</div><div><br /></div><div> Hard to believe we're over half-way through the residency.</div><div><br /></div><div>Marie, a poet, has just arrived. We've been trading traffic ticket experiences. Nothing like laughing at the police over breakfast.</div><div><div><br /><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhODO68D3ASR1dn_dRWz8YuxoKQfE-0Uww9bh_F9AXpo-Q0ayVgT8sMtfQw-LjQgQH0hJ-sW4L4r-x5h0Fe42M0YViPUmJeVjFIJb5dJhfuekMXY3x00_g9SLbSI_tD3VDcYyGVZHg22x6y/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701200501427839826" /></div><div>From my studio window, there's a narrow strip of river still flowing. Every so often I can see a chunk of ice floating down stream, or upstream, I'm not sure which. Whatever it is, it's going with the flow.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHkMNl6dK5Y1Tfd-rNBodzHYnQ0Zl33vv3eF94zVn00RMN4rNwidNOlvYw6QlF_x7yIe8xcXLHuLNqxIYxI8qVpFTi3PJdrvYhOsMHdR7HIj6LVfWrG-SsObs44ljw5MobtsSkuPREwad-/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701201537036527314" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm always impressed by artists who know their overall "thrust" or focus. I don't know if I have one, other than the shifting sands of identity, and everyone writes about that.</div></div><div><div><br /></div><div>Today is kitchen stint day, so I'd better get back to what I'm here for!</div><div><div><br /></div></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPwylignY3mSjA9TSysN9z_6nhWF9WuHJTRVke_9gkhQEQEuU5cipzZldneew8AZ-rDdC-ciTiWrm9iahP43G59-e_ahmhGqWI1BROuo6aK2YghDW1A4hewfHyOnw8UEt5tNfFduEYB5se/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701357961744430210" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>On my way back to the studio this afternoon, I saw this patterning in a puddle where the mud had thawed.</div><div><br /></div><div>I love these shapes and how they replicate in other places.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijkAcP9WWdS_dL0UKmWvqT9tmcb_A661kLjtDBMEy_qbZ08kaAzbtMTcvviK5144t-AMUGFZifoawIc0YDiZ3vbf8OJ4ibjhN-DZqye0JcHml0ozr840eVpAHmqd1CEJokZnkrb-jSpuCD/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701358419053673106" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div><div>This looks surreal, the reflection of trees in the water on top of the ice.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsB-9u2Aysh6YpNvhrCG0snZwt9XRO_00oxqa1O51AoMW41KR9Y6kYtA6kN0rY7UJor3mJD6gozFnXUKaPrK3LbR0cdxSEnd6FEJgIQ7mwD3gxxsJcaVcbZcVgzuOo5vnE9DwCqgW0Afy/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701358895216647506" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This one shows water flowing over the ice. The temperature dropped this evening, so it's going to be another impromptu ice-skating day tomorrow.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight is a lecture by another visiting visual artist who is a sculptor. We have wine and chocolate so I feel we're adequately prepared.</div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-76804887721652248482012-01-24T05:50:00.000-08:002012-01-24T06:01:32.417-08:00Monday 1/23<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqrt9d6fpnc1krZEgWGOEm2vjEA5pJCIo4U9MBjDM2fYBCiLDOlMsypQ7vXIdDsnG19BbSWZe7c7OOav0M6GU9cVZ16B8tc9hKWemznztYaFhqgBgwfh0EnOCTZttN6zL_pgLzeIf7AYoA/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqrt9d6fpnc1krZEgWGOEm2vjEA5pJCIo4U9MBjDM2fYBCiLDOlMsypQ7vXIdDsnG19BbSWZe7c7OOav0M6GU9cVZ16B8tc9hKWemznztYaFhqgBgwfh0EnOCTZttN6zL_pgLzeIf7AYoA/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701196275310278466" /></a><br />Warm today -- 29 degrees. Very odd. And it's raining. I took this pic on Sunday. Today it's definitely more soggy.<div><br /></div><div>A bit sleepy today after the big trip to Montreal. The writing felt sluggish, but I did work on the short story. I feel guilty when I'm writing the short instead of paying attention to the novel. Weird, that guilt thing. Must be a hold-over from the good old religious days of my misspent youth.</div><div><br /></div><div>Didn't spend much time over meals today. I'm already into the third week of my stay and it seems as though I'm not doing enough. I know that's probably untrue, but I can feel February relentlessly creeping up ...</div><div><br /></div><div>Went to the reading (some of the writers read excerpts). It was hard going. It's hard to read just 10 minutes' worth of writing. A number of the writers are working on novels, so it's difficult to get the "flavor". Or perhaps I just wasn't a good listener last night!</div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-33549682943094699402012-01-23T09:44:00.001-08:002012-02-04T15:42:30.114-08:00Sunday 1/22<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxUlWHiPuaGlGUAduh5JuF0gUQRRdo8VZxBXHWBNC7qhnd2EmfmKagKd4-Q4rNl5zERsS54R7XsVK3K26jOojfAYbShKkv81xhKbHpK1DGZPRNOsAO3hORvEb8d7EzIpkHBR6H6dSQSoKx/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxUlWHiPuaGlGUAduh5JuF0gUQRRdo8VZxBXHWBNC7qhnd2EmfmKagKd4-Q4rNl5zERsS54R7XsVK3K26jOojfAYbShKkv81xhKbHpK1DGZPRNOsAO3hORvEb8d7EzIpkHBR6H6dSQSoKx/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700884990955198802" /></a> A crispy start to our day in Montreal! Because I knew I was going to be away for the day, I got up a little early to take some pics.<div><br /></div><div>I've started watching these two ice peninsulas to see when they're going to meet.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsol2nGgQ7ryBzN3BSICVwVZV_KAYWh_hwlue5NBowJ4KgZqZh086eNtB52oQ_oIlxE-PCOq4hsdatGhAqd2KKaYLh1owTijwEPx24Lljq6TkX4fBPqDLj7EosBMj5uHfn_AUK3v7oL_mh/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700885446549027714" /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It was -12 this morning and then warmed up to -9.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-P6C-TJ8_IvE3W45f4w23F5q3U9HL7mxGebbyfBui35uU_mfQUzOTuAS1KL_Pbpu-6TkIJWjpTN2bp57G5U4UdqT60ZuHDbuZTmTV9SdmuOg-mJmudzB4Jjo2BeWOHCQ2owG7LL0xYIB/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700885981101788962" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I wonder if I would wander around Woodland Hills and pay close attention to the incremental differences from day to day. Probably not!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We left for Montreal after having a breakfast panini at the local cafe. It only took an hour and a half to get to Montreal. Lisa, who was driving, has a range of music (blues, country, rock, opera) on her iPod so we had a triumphal arrival to Bizet's Carmen.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's always so much more dramatic to arrive in a city over a bridge.</div><div><br /></div><div>Our first stop was the Museum of Fine Arts where we saw the Feininger retrospective. Some of the early drawings look like they might have inspired the art work for Yellow Submarine (e.g. Carnaval a Arcueil). I also liked the Dorothea Rockburne exhibition. Huge geometric blocks of blazing color. Pictures don't do the pieces justice.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhM80VqiFU3OQ5MGhyphenhyphen-MXfTF1zGL-EdFmFBEW2mB_l6M_O5EGE3XXKV4Hpklox5KklTk-W-AUVINpW7hM3JGLUhntE-4tS6d9U6Jry4_z7PA5ce4ujQRZCPiN-xomoCniCl4KyrJZSYXc/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700886566183862226" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div><div>After that we wandered about in the old quartier, narrow cobbled streets. In one shop, I watched a small boy fill his pockets with sweets. I was admiring his enterprise when went to the owner (whose son he was) and announced the fact that his shirt was full of bon-bons. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMZ1RnovRQp8hX6l2Q4w0n3M8hD4PB7bUHsilwks-mg-sRxPpq4tkyaOQ_ZDG9JYW6F4OXt6ZV-PqEVQonsqEGiPFltgPli-2Sze8f1i7LegecodBYRv9r1PKLytzeT2SGO-DnYkLT7_6/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700889587925531650" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px; " /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Dinner was absolutely lethal. Champagne and venison. Utterly amazing. I've never had venison before.</div><div><br /></div><div>We left around 8:30pm and got back around 10pm.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqMhjv5EKkMaS-gDavxWHWvMMn9T_AGFPd7VnkLLtCH2MRbuT3g1ZuQWv9Z5zhisa116BQGe6BI5EzClfxJETS6rLjP37pkGJqjsYBXqIasg3exhOLg1KhtWKhjJ1nSBAeEix8JWfGBMy/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700888862225137090" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-6293349626097042422012-01-21T14:04:00.000-08:002012-02-04T15:40:45.748-08:00Saturday 1/21<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhivhcuMcYwMijPWadEV-Ye_vZYBtUGEoVimUloYxHF9MD_-j4KaTzpsOfHncXHgQQpbJOVivXR8V61H_MU8gNo-yMYel3HaQS4fFux__DzXvU9OKNq7iQCcp3fux9ZOKD2JYzar9InU5iH/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhivhcuMcYwMijPWadEV-Ye_vZYBtUGEoVimUloYxHF9MD_-j4KaTzpsOfHncXHgQQpbJOVivXR8V61H_MU8gNo-yMYel3HaQS4fFux__DzXvU9OKNq7iQCcp3fux9ZOKD2JYzar9InU5iH/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700214392080130466" /></a>So I didn't make it to the party. Apparently, it didn't start until 11pm anyway, but people danced until 3:30am. Go, artists! Except for me, that is. I was tucked up in bed by 10:30.<div><br /></div><div>I've been looking through the book that Cara (artist friend) loaned me -- "Patterns of Earth" by Bernhard Edmaier. It's a series of photos taking from heights, some quite considerable, that compare patterns, such as volcanoes, islands, glacier streams, island channels, and so on. Pattern-seeking is a human hobby, so this is quite lovely to look at. I wonder how salt crusts form into polygons (Badwater). Geomorphic research needed ...</div><div><br /><div>More of the river froze last night. There isn't much left other than places where the water is precipitate. I like this bird-head icicle.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAj3x8mD1QfdUu1bDQ9v4H_9zU0ztSIBZphpJGXsLaUVlek_jwKWwO7S7D4IX2vOxPFIAgOg4mgKjfiiZ8hNZtxZc3g_2KwotJPpEk736xRZXiPuz5uCng9BteikLLyJoCjU8LnU1oaokm/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700214903042672770" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>Today was novel-editing day. I did a fair amount of tidying up. Nothing yet from the publisher. I hope they send comments before I leave ...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSIUdzLHmFNyA0O75BzWY2OfQkYQ3ezDqEZvjLhqYQ2BhCNnPhETTXZ0e6y043KExxu_58GExafPVWqb2RptKZW_N4ijY5cWFtOx4BOtXeSQSVbKg2lBv6mIWIR3DEf1QZR5CA60bJM3xw/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700215324907198050" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></div></div><div>This isn't very clear, but there's that layering thing going on -- different ice thicknesses.</div><div><br /></div><div>I thought of going out for a walk this afternoon, but after my kitchen stint, I decided against it, and stayed in the studio.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is from the middle of the bridge. The river was flowing freely when we arrived. </div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBQY9dNSyBG6u0YNzd47-JDrr52GEuVwcH_q0jFQCUh9vAXy2_q2JvpwcG8uARr-vAow9XUp4m27lOE2Wq3Ppwliyo3sI8xO3XnU4bDqe-aztKQKteI71-NXQtnFSIs4dT1kpLMQLG65k/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700216942290599794" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh yes -- dinner last night was this incredible sea-food soup. I wasn't crazy about the sea-food but the soup was absolutely delicious!</div><div><br /></div><div>Dessert was lemon meringue pie. I was going to brag about being dessert-free once more, but I did cave in the afternoon and threw myself onto a rasberry chocolate bar. I think I would have liked to try the pie, though ...</div><div><br /></div><div>My college acquaintance left today -- we didn't have a chance to catch up while he was here. I was either voiceless or sitting with other people at meal-times. He has a book out (published in 2005) and I didn't know until he'd gone. Someone had a copy of it. I wish I'd been able to talk to him about it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tomorrow we're off to Montreal. It looks like a number of cars are going, so we're going to meet for dinner. Might have to wheel out the creaky Francais.</div><div><br /></div><div>Am currently reading Ilya Kaminsky's "Dancing in Odessa". Intriguing Ukrainian poet. He paints in verse. I found out that he, too, had been to VSC! Apparently, he's deaf and has a high-pitched voice, so he gave out copies of his poems for his reading. I think that would be helpful at all readings, prose or poetry.</div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-61082174556591320672012-01-20T17:26:00.000-08:002012-02-04T15:40:12.003-08:00Friday 1/20<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6SYzvyEUkvHa8XRJCOAg9N8GrabkUKn0bBeWFCSc38FVHCuvRJDlGN5SbMeyBDlbe4f9j1BuekN7sJM0pFQE8Xd3pxWmwIRukpLpojv-bnPAFAFEMKpnSTo4Qy2lM8-3UWD26Qi4kKmvh/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6SYzvyEUkvHa8XRJCOAg9N8GrabkUKn0bBeWFCSc38FVHCuvRJDlGN5SbMeyBDlbe4f9j1BuekN7sJM0pFQE8Xd3pxWmwIRukpLpojv-bnPAFAFEMKpnSTo4Qy2lM8-3UWD26Qi4kKmvh/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699891173084427138" /></a><br />Had the chance to spend some time with another group of visual artists at dinner. How interestingly they perceive line and sound.<div><br /></div><div>This is what's left of the river: small fissures in the ice. We've been talking about the snow, but one of the locals tells us that this is nothing. Usually, it's much colder and there's about a foot more snow! It's apparently one of the mildest and driest winters they've had so far.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0ewfBjA57GmDtz7vV-xfotYS1blv25JWBQ7Y6q6nJx6XrY0lfWFUGIjYgLbdertLA0i34jUFaozRC8rgmLr3LBZhuJPaseYiiCn-oFwLhLXHHOfe9PKedaYm0qnT7ogbafdoexAamZVl/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699891817847508786" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>You can see the ice growing under the water. I wonder how the mink are doing with their fishing.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm accumulating files of ice-and-water pics!</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div><br /></div><div>This one looks like an ancient map of England. It's quite different from the other ice-hole shapes. </div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83-W-Q8YeFZNHqJxYLc2iMI_23iPp87YO20MpKbI2xU9gduInc4MqfQQJbFvS2JuJwwJB9zf4budz8dUyrvXgUXm_tCFiqWYQ56e56_zXIik48m5drypuZ_uyidrcikJiFEybeqO-y_pA/s320/044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699892269974412210" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The below shape is more typical, that meandering and pushing of water against ice. I love these layers above and below the water-line. They record more about movement than the water itself.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-X7s8BIkqPdo5dAOPsgbSZA70f8RKb5x0q4FK7tj5euOJ4VIkunkixT_hjuuLOSw_v0Lhy2UDF_Kg9CIE1pKfG82sSUdsxdUMIpyfYC1y8rjCDIyuUytHokO3vQybfP14_24bovH8BIfL/s320/047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699892886953719474" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>There's a party tonight but it doesn't start until 10pm and I don't know if I can stay awake until then! </div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-55683499199831730002012-01-19T13:45:00.000-08:002012-01-19T13:59:00.412-08:00<div>Bright, sunny and frosty today: -6 degrees. Took a series of pics that (to me) look like sun across sea and sand. Here are a couple.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW2deIEzVDiomW3xrb9y9yT9HDX6nMgOM_LHq3rdpPTJFBZpeOhT69LQBIhxtHwivKztL_55HOUvsSPgrxG0vrT7kY6i9LoagBDfDcV3XyzvuwGUJUjkWR7YCayNRigkSZVWCIO89IcjSL/s1600/006.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW2deIEzVDiomW3xrb9y9yT9HDX6nMgOM_LHq3rdpPTJFBZpeOhT69LQBIhxtHwivKztL_55HOUvsSPgrxG0vrT7kY6i9LoagBDfDcV3XyzvuwGUJUjkWR7YCayNRigkSZVWCIO89IcjSL/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699462683982711874" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></a></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj29KQ072EIEOxy8kmze97urZfVwOl2cA6ZUCOiH0xuSTom0mdRxyByxtPBDsTlaIc3DKLi8125dZKJLc7RRr4e-5GRUSi-nHaKSmvLfWymrJvWQeZ2Kro_LU8lk-1fZswOH8nK73AWaBrb/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699463170597110162" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We had hot dogs with kimchi for lunch!</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsxE9pjh3_sotgLpG-GfYe__tFgjyRmN9h4lnJn6CI1xAQZ9ZfsU4onm5Sx7-brjXEsmmBC4gieiYJzenWZzSjZkkQC4MKG1YFhZPTtjuIrtDsTGcAOphjv1BZNuMnyKkjL6-C5ZNaiqU/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699463999688422594" /></div><div><br /></div><div>There was also dhal soup. It was a bit different from the way I cook dhal, but it was still fabulous.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIl6HO-ad3SPtYC3GFJwh0l8k5G7bvS8CPH14GW8nArF2CCTDQKu5XrEawVY1eIB2E3RLDlcucphr2Wofu3Veo8rOZauVUKpRrjw9jUR7lBlC8FgqYH-OpnJoIIAjnUnAN8dsj_kuetFb/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699464620902081778" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I've been working on the novel edit today. Actually some progress. I feel I should have used a smaller font for that. </div><div>Tomorrow, I go back to edit the (now) 30 page "short" story.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbCY1xGpcmflBil3Ypc6tJj2vgFbZN8hpIm82KNEC-NAOfHvm-Nf4bsdEjBiT-3N1Cu2X6KvD_m19BjF67PheDlC-XFDA9F8rwyZWNj_9sB4YZOrY7WrrKxpWhr9LKMwJvlAGPHy01Lh2T/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699465122243499986" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div><br /></div><div><div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline">Chef's pig tattoo.</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div><div><br /></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-89113730363801220542012-01-18T06:06:00.000-08:002012-01-18T16:09:40.348-08:00Wednesday 1/18It warmed up considerably yesterday. With the overnight drop in temperature it's now a weird combination of slush and very slippery ice.<div><br /></div><div>I went to the second in the artist lectures. The woman artist works mainly in oils and gouache. Her work has been in numerous well-known art museums and exhibitions.</div><div><br /></div><div>Her method is to take famous paintings and replicate them (or "restore" as she calls it) with "modern" twists, such as adding tattoos, piercings, stripping the subject, etc. After the first one -- and the genuine admiration I had for her craft (her paintings do look like the originals, aside from her alterations), it felt monotonous. After a while, I felt as though I was being tricked, especially when she introduced a series of commissions where rich patrons had themselves painted into the famous paintings e.g. some rich woman posing as Napoleon, etc.). Grrr.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">These are from the bridge. The first is the ice at around 7:15 and the other is from yesterday. Trying out that framing thing.</div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyDfl6G7QPqkC62i0B6LvdRyNpNTTNPuZivtg7njUMdnJyQU5cWhYdNX3WXcWManTfF2n28UO2jUVf30m1g9Kf0mGsgA5VWyl2jrJV4o63VmVfMYX98H4Nulzc7S7yDTwZtAxHLHzsPsLm/s320/049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698975141321880242" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMj0rn-p48aJ7DW3zbJIvuaGYTvlzeSPqBIZ8TnZjskmX-0awPp_pVyLqqqBCcg23qi1n2-nhVEL98_QORIua-hlhYi-EIAsxGr0tBmAgIX8Br5ZrNKbi_OLTcU8jpe64l_-2t8BQojyvi/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698975673812046738" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Heard from the publisher. They do want another rewrite, so it's back to the mss. I haven't received the actual critique but I'm starting to tighten up the chapters and look for points of connection.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFX3cM-JShZOyqWUDzrxQnpMlJlLgITTAVWUuuyaIea6Ot1hG7TJjg5lBW6WzLV-NAIBbX-jRIr7FU2OzBUP6vrumxSOa7uUG30aeD-IgLPFfGgWcSDvkt70CvzLGNtH5IaZgx1IuEiEHs/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699126841632070882" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /><div>There was quite a bit of movement in the river today, Some of the iced-over parts have thawed a bit. The fascination with snow and ice hasn't worn off yet.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight is another slide presentation of the visual artists' work. I love seeing this stuff! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-27417858122861611242012-01-17T07:10:00.001-08:002012-01-17T07:31:53.623-08:00Tuesday 1/17<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDc1S9IWM_w54o2UXpb6kblh7pKsTJEV2rAgYxBcG83HW6aUHomke1atO80Bk1UAx8FBDuVaTOZaPb5lBCvSUE8VLVm0W8B_tvx-TZ9TqQQukpRXc2s1HAdN9luh7UjpkbZpjSGBXaQ7dK/s1600/005.JPG" style="text-align: left; "><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDc1S9IWM_w54o2UXpb6kblh7pKsTJEV2rAgYxBcG83HW6aUHomke1atO80Bk1UAx8FBDuVaTOZaPb5lBCvSUE8VLVm0W8B_tvx-TZ9TqQQukpRXc2s1HAdN9luh7UjpkbZpjSGBXaQ7dK/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698618903188034530" /></a></div>This is from the bank<br />on one side of the bridge. The snow is half-dirt/slush which provides the color and texture for the trompe l'oeil.<div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Much warmer today. It snowed this morning. Yesterday's sun melted some of the snow on the studio building opposite. So last night's freeze produced an extraordinary fringe of icicles. No pic, though!</div><div><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ceEZU7WmY8Pz4lGDUwmOtTxAPNX90zUKdLCtL_UPHlVmkwkRA9EfidklPSvc_ZPD3ayVVANfyARsyOv4yGlJaDTU2ZuIWyhA-ul-40Rim4saadfB2u7su4BLtlPKcnpO3_mSCsZ3wNcR/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698619971933071906" /></div><div><div>One little icicle on this street lamp! This was around 7:40am.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last night's lecture was very informative for me since I know nothing about sculpture. The visiting artist's work focuses on oppressive enclosure and softness within that. She uses iron sheeting or cages and then a soft substance like cushions or padding, inside that. I'm also looking at the intersection and relationship of opposites so I found that attractive.</div><div><div><div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdRPBIdabawkYae9LBwzCYAGR9GnkA__PuMtJqyFCH2xO3HjavKZ7iExvI5LCBey4BwVlMwj8Bj8bgH7q3CSxsb_1LuzhgJ6rZuN1XGURKqNRwHqMNJ6unKzyyou-IQ2Ua_rxTJR9VbMSk/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698620828873799826" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /><div>It's amazing what's possible with</div></div><div>texture and line.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yNtWDMJLOvmb9AGOBa1rMQOqeVlCgIp0oblCswffUYRxjgOPJZdKii5EHNwfKud502Ri1n6cI3elWkqnsPI5yXLN-wedCmE2NlzwdmV5b_HatEtCuzbH5cffIUY6yhMbYk6Pv3CDA_Xd/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698621434123915378" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><span><u><br /></u></span></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Wooden fence. Don't ask. I have no idea what's going on here. I like the colors.</div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_iBF8VWt01sZgBgPPr_MVjKgGk-fClGIX8RvYib49w8XjQE5QaiSV3CQWrcopDZ0My-ur6sKh4RiH6sPXA35juDhB3ewwNW_JhsaYloQSVIAg94yUPrxu2zFxGxoNCthoThivZo04jtbV/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698621880032709922" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px; " /></div><div>I like how the wood is separate and joined. Simple pleasures!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMkPP0-CgXwVNTKi8GWLlLPwNLPkfYfNPskPqb6F9XfBUpm7D-65QK0SESl99KR4jNNy0eZo3FwwgFMaI-tWsQ1xAZSEO9slkNcMV3kvqmZscXfSy8-FehZfXgHkvfka_6Ruck_m_LFfw4/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698622305449339730" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOOMsPTqk0soTN1qZG1OBFwYGHebUyY-Wu97KgLWEa2jhxKJzH-hXKOt68uowkewpav3IZJn3_tEIPWWA_DtPUJWX7MD0Nv38tWkksDFhJKbVGrr4U_zIfZwZnyXRlFaF1e8yIA6wSQXLO/s320/037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698622991632429234" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div></div><div>This is a tree just outside Maverick. So much for art!</div><div><br /></div><div>Today is a kitchen-duty day, so I'd better get some writing in before my shift.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-46275910440766598762012-01-16T16:12:00.003-08:002012-01-16T16:30:32.438-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCAApvco46KNidmaJRJS-WUwIgZ4wJ1tRz1BWCDsbjNMXLWQWhHaB43aqEsvuqhM2k5v1iuyX0D-AuEZOpBfwcGNSvsQMqfja9otcOBzPXayu3B559C9JE6YiDujGKP83IQgyHekE0nvQ/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCAApvco46KNidmaJRJS-WUwIgZ4wJ1tRz1BWCDsbjNMXLWQWhHaB43aqEsvuqhM2k5v1iuyX0D-AuEZOpBfwcGNSvsQMqfja9otcOBzPXayu3B559C9JE6YiDujGKP83IQgyHekE0nvQ/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698387655688272322" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxKj7SKDA1G1Rtz9Kbkw3MXu51ELXLZ09HEbfKrefa3WBJ4on3X6p-kua5g3BJolOR8VwdOl_Cay3mNQvkNtrCrjlp-yQ_X_9ZLR_AWegJZLivBtaOdp0WLgsVrm-RC7H_BhygbaD8Rfe/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxKj7SKDA1G1Rtz9Kbkw3MXu51ELXLZ09HEbfKrefa3WBJ4on3X6p-kua5g3BJolOR8VwdOl_Cay3mNQvkNtrCrjlp-yQ_X_9ZLR_AWegJZLivBtaOdp0WLgsVrm-RC7H_BhygbaD8Rfe/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698387404793531522" /></a><br />This morning it was -17, but warmed up to -12 after 9am. The sun was out today and by lunchtime, it was 5.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>These are some weird icicles on the side of the building next to Maverick studios.</div><div><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div>The river is almost frozen over. I've become intrigued by intersections of ice and water.</div><br /><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYnsidiwKFMWRsOElFjYBTTHtp-zx3ac969tX2y_ExfLAr1SuAja5IOt4l8yeTw8NEY34TQ7-ipgeeMEz4IvQ-zJwjXV4AWilIa7sGrlsEUsp10Uj_MGDxKUctJ-s6_t5m62HsRp3sC_Dp/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698388951708800226" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>These could be satellite pics ...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggzXGrFmlDIrxxTkrMevC5EFYEaMQ_tr4shsQMEqhn-17nfz4pyu0IRz74G14OZgQ5v7eF4XRzdbJN0PBphPYqEmCb2CoU5yw9ivxo0bdnxEAJS2BYXd6fzlThkineWBDhaYR5CouUszC3/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698388043115564898" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzSiiiCAtjP_mvt1ZiC-a9AziE-xU8AT1OYdSAmKSUvz-GcPue1YTEhPjdKCB4GlWMfvUWPLtJd3b8EOjmqlut2N24nsIw87t1BnhQUE9nXTdTnD4xJKItRLKgRipG6RJH9jRCJs7NUl9o/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698390038035864290" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Okay -- a little obsessed by the ice-and-water pics!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BRxXJ9bilr1foIYWA0Y11VeUX9W_L1mAfWgxfH3voWbLwrTDKEBJtlYSXVHQXppxDHhBnpb2hmr0LByReWB11u_pS5bTG1QAEXFybOKnuKDZxPPRdh8oHooPaq6Uk3Na4uqSO7DYoB4j/s320/046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698390532866946274" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px; " /></div></div><div>Laundry day today! I spent an hour and a half at Sudsy's which was lovely because I had the chance to read with no guilty feelings.</div><div><br /></div><div>This pine-cone loaded tree also caught my attention.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight there's an sculpture lecture which I'm also going to. I find I'm talking to more visual artists than writers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Talked/wrote to two visual artists/sculptors over dinner. They're also fascinated by intersections and non-intersections (or blurred intersections). Yet another napkin for my studio...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-81710821677256724982012-01-15T14:57:00.000-08:002012-01-15T15:21:36.880-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_ojKz9t8tZWi6QGO1TdiH8ZMJ9Trty2QGjTcA2ylygwcG5GezjlANerrbqaJWhs4UaIssEHtVNW9ATv-dyBxjpS3WOwjil4KcuD1iO7W7N_CbY16_GkeL37-SpoWYZ67gNCnIlmuh5eM/s1600/040.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_ojKz9t8tZWi6QGO1TdiH8ZMJ9Trty2QGjTcA2ylygwcG5GezjlANerrbqaJWhs4UaIssEHtVNW9ATv-dyBxjpS3WOwjil4KcuD1iO7W7N_CbY16_GkeL37-SpoWYZ67gNCnIlmuh5eM/s320/040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697999184761120146" /></a>This was dessert last night (which I didn't have). Pecan pie and cream. But, I had a banana ...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>However, <i>this</i> was dinner. And I ate everything. So lovely to have fresh avocado. Black bean burrito, too.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJns2zKdotFKU3zK2FcIq2siIFPjPlfS3jg4UqRyOjab9SItk1cdnmNNvmqc1uuOaYa2YiVM9AoZzrNpVeYMmsNYMz0vxW-GQ2lC633ihGwg_BBakju4XQ7JNsTD_-lHY3MwU4gWAAXLdZ/s320/044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697998946655198050" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is the little waterfall taken from the other side of the bridge. It's been 2 degrees for the past couple of days, so the ice is winning against the flowing water. I can look down into the river from the dining room and see the ice forming at the bottom of the river.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiREOkdVI32GkRkMf9iBS7lQmlFnQ986PeW7RcLmpT8ce6a6xKqCk9rHBAZrQjI4YyCNVvoHmc87xUPG833Q98LtrwEAxOM91Bzxy7Xp70LC1WDdv3M1TGOKVXxloNkVNXjoOjA8B5KVrd0/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697997685259623442" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeS0qYrxic8zmawl41Ic7uJ0vWzmyLS-Qd3l1CbSBh-QsD4Wkf1H5DKj2xR5RjhX3tU28t3-biUKPtaizx406Nh9dvgja4YBsWyyqSW05G8_4_ZOiQGEB_keTOn3UyduGfbSLKd5N3f_Wv/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697997465071876066" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJns2zKdotFKU3zK2FcIq2siIFPjPlfS3jg4UqRyOjab9SItk1cdnmNNvmqc1uuOaYa2YiVM9AoZzrNpVeYMmsNYMz0vxW-GQ2lC633ihGwg_BBakju4XQ7JNsTD_-lHY3MwU4gWAAXLdZ/s1600/044.JPG"></a><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJns2zKdotFKU3zK2FcIq2siIFPjPlfS3jg4UqRyOjab9SItk1cdnmNNvmqc1uuOaYa2YiVM9AoZzrNpVeYMmsNYMz0vxW-GQ2lC633ihGwg_BBakju4XQ7JNsTD_-lHY3MwU4gWAAXLdZ/s1600/044.JPG"></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Apparently, there are a couple of mink that live under the bridge. I haven't seen them yet, but friends report that they've seen one catching a fish! Shivery thought of anything that can (a) fish in that river and (b) live in it! </div><div>I wonder what happens when it all freezes over. Some creatures bury themselves in mud and survive the Winter. Not sure whether fish can, though.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9donYI-Lx6Qahmzfu_jqRod6qvFvrVjpYogXk-hQQ3Z9H46iP6Gq-o4_os450OFw0bpLD168njw0Y0H5w85rKP3QeC5_OhZi6W-4hz0F_ge7nRs-fbPXCti7uoWnacXh-UtFHr2Oe2h4/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697998367196249698" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is from the side of the bridge where I usually take pics. The ice is now forming across the river flow.</div><div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJns2zKdotFKU3zK2FcIq2siIFPjPlfS3jg4UqRyOjab9SItk1cdnmNNvmqc1uuOaYa2YiVM9AoZzrNpVeYMmsNYMz0vxW-GQ2lC633ihGwg_BBakju4XQ7JNsTD_-lHY3MwU4gWAAXLdZ/s1600/044.JPG"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRyM0-m_sbRWRc69_rhBUbgSBDUbuZGkfX56lX9bkIFRP_VGxDafc6-9z3JwB-A8JG4UsAY3_-XqMWzDNNPeJzLVY6AaNVmfvpFP9FZ4gMBOmnfU1O4dsycmyzgFqhyphenhyphennXsY7bmuRvIR4V/s1600/029.JPG"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRyM0-m_sbRWRc69_rhBUbgSBDUbuZGkfX56lX9bkIFRP_VGxDafc6-9z3JwB-A8JG4UsAY3_-XqMWzDNNPeJzLVY6AaNVmfvpFP9FZ4gMBOmnfU1O4dsycmyzgFqhyphenhyphennXsY7bmuRvIR4V/s1600/029.JPG"><span><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></div></a><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRyM0-m_sbRWRc69_rhBUbgSBDUbuZGkfX56lX9bkIFRP_VGxDafc6-9z3JwB-A8JG4UsAY3_-XqMWzDNNPeJzLVY6AaNVmfvpFP9FZ4gMBOmnfU1O4dsycmyzgFqhyphenhyphennXsY7bmuRvIR4V/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697998669620943058" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br />The napkin collection. I gave away three today to someone who wanted to use the writing for her artwork/opera. I was a bit sad to let them go, but I'm interested to see what she'll make with them.<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's been about 2 degrees here for the past couple of days. Everyone keeps reassuring each other that it's going to be warmer. "Warmer" in Johnson means double digits.</div><div><br /></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-10305196764218534882012-01-14T06:45:00.000-08:002012-01-14T13:53:42.905-08:00Saturday 1/14<div><br /></div><div>Last night there was an informal reading of works-in-progress. What a talented group of writers. It's always fascinating to see the unique "takes" on memoir, fantasy, history and so on. This basket of oddly shaped stones was in the living room. I seem to have drawn an unintentional parallel.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggiyX3j4IJVe9rW0WzUB3HR-mESH1lleGv3-XdQmtcOjiXcke1zlqzwCe72tGR3M4VHEdWBjhxPpT4lSWrLuY9H4CB8oImmnBa4VcqqigV5IZzOqEmlgcb0Nlu7saaqMIWHt5qnSib4pW5/s1600/001.JPG"><br /><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggiyX3j4IJVe9rW0WzUB3HR-mESH1lleGv3-XdQmtcOjiXcke1zlqzwCe72tGR3M4VHEdWBjhxPpT4lSWrLuY9H4CB8oImmnBa4VcqqigV5IZzOqEmlgcb0Nlu7saaqMIWHt5qnSib4pW5/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697499493542266354" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggiyX3j4IJVe9rW0WzUB3HR-mESH1lleGv3-XdQmtcOjiXcke1zlqzwCe72tGR3M4VHEdWBjhxPpT4lSWrLuY9H4CB8oImmnBa4VcqqigV5IZzOqEmlgcb0Nlu7saaqMIWHt5qnSib4pW5/s1600/001.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggiyX3j4IJVe9rW0WzUB3HR-mESH1lleGv3-XdQmtcOjiXcke1zlqzwCe72tGR3M4VHEdWBjhxPpT4lSWrLuY9H4CB8oImmnBa4VcqqigV5IZzOqEmlgcb0Nlu7saaqMIWHt5qnSib4pW5/s1600/001.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo37wOe6hV7yCg0Zie1XoZFFKlebR6otuJPMd5RqL8j1UQbju4qQeelQoxL0JtgFR48Xpj4XIGs1hhSVRHal6hM1FsjPYp5dF7eZ8uKv6W-hQmcuz6wQUSKn-TVonYuw1ncTfXNl98nhba/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697500189364528610" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdF7NFYMNEzCGw2NK6W9ilS32ZiAMLHCIF5XcuM3Zq5vXgS2gR78kVbvlO-NR3DFeQc_nZskyZGhIN6Ema8XHcCOca5d1n94OouIbeWEFh_lGrmuDpKYVdKgh-yE2SFayhkhCMO_dUlvhH/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697500749227451858" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The napkin art is developing.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's interesting to see how conversations develop and wander about. Rotating the napkins is also interesting. The eye follows different paths. It's always such a surprise to unfold the napkin in my studio.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Voiceless" is beginning to mean something else. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggiyX3j4IJVe9rW0WzUB3HR-mESH1lleGv3-XdQmtcOjiXcke1zlqzwCe72tGR3M4VHEdWBjhxPpT4lSWrLuY9H4CB8oImmnBa4VcqqigV5IZzOqEmlgcb0Nlu7saaqMIWHt5qnSib4pW5/s1600/001.JPG"></a><br /></div></div><div>I'm going to try meditating with my friend (visual artist) for an hour. I've only done half-hour meditations up to now and those can be quite demanding. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFI-_NQ_tVlNQVGPs3SUO9bGSS-L_sMLizijMPiCVkkNpkc-5mAcrDe0T5vkhH5ok1JG9D124wgeNH9hckCVhT9qcfk2QxhHp48lpubha3not6_lhx6M075oa_UzHOOAJnyriYGQ07tp9/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697502892442790882" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggiyX3j4IJVe9rW0WzUB3HR-mESH1lleGv3-XdQmtcOjiXcke1zlqzwCe72tGR3M4VHEdWBjhxPpT4lSWrLuY9H4CB8oImmnBa4VcqqigV5IZzOqEmlgcb0Nlu7saaqMIWHt5qnSib4pW5/s1600/001.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div><div>This is around 7am. I was on my way to Maverick just before meditation.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is Wolf Kahn Studio -- one of the </div><div>visual arts buildings.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv8WyhWUAZ4eTuWvxCBaJfW6jPMOb6ScZ7JCqKdjoI867t06V25y2BB6Y-EgF2dxhvDIPv8IIX4o_PhgHYAds92-XDjsrEyTo1UXZL8WB9Uq_E2ZEl9_4BWASINQFqKhWc8WcXOOPkjr-n/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697503552554180418" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>The first to cross new snowfall!</div><div><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>After work this afternoon I went for </div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggiyX3j4IJVe9rW0WzUB3HR-mESH1lleGv3-XdQmtcOjiXcke1zlqzwCe72tGR3M4VHEdWBjhxPpT4lSWrLuY9H4CB8oImmnBa4VcqqigV5IZzOqEmlgcb0Nlu7saaqMIWHt5qnSib4pW5/s1600/001.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI_G5FiueM4CdNCJbVz5KqgNnoWECMmJcJIKgca2bMfEiiY0KhX-Kb6XWtVs00OyKZeaGnW07oziHlp_3nVAAwgsLfMNYFQI_rU3gM_wQUmOzLVlEqAo-tK6H_5Bq3I1hIafh0a-umvF0P/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697608112058742322" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div></div><div>for a walk to the top of the hill, where Vermont College is.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It was chilly -- 2 degrees. I was glad to be walking uphill to generate a little heat.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVsLNtG0DxlBBBqsINlpztu_DIYrKDCb8W1_XZlz5Aia1HXVZ5EcGm991DkJzY3coJASTle5VEUV0fZ0gxsPsP7biBKaOlkwIvF-Vg_wOU0I19ZW3tRnsjq3ZB5saIVAl1WTFyH55-ZPWK/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697608595741824066" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's not yet five o'clock and it's almost dark!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-9520963687075825042012-01-13T06:05:00.001-08:002012-01-13T15:37:43.380-08:00Friday 1/13<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzY3yEzguwrr_2QPrbi2i0lYc2-hpBTLXv7TKkSUqEUh7buD6KzQNt98OXuvPrlo8qOKVcJx_YVy0OWyEMtcowZx1IQGVsaNlOxFMitg1iJUurn3hXhP3Y15wGBw3ut_mcB5RWkRsa5uM/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzY3yEzguwrr_2QPrbi2i0lYc2-hpBTLXv7TKkSUqEUh7buD6KzQNt98OXuvPrlo8qOKVcJx_YVy0OWyEMtcowZx1IQGVsaNlOxFMitg1iJUurn3hXhP3Y15wGBw3ut_mcB5RWkRsa5uM/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697118172329895826" /></a><br />The snow was a bit slushy this morning. It's quite warm -- no thermals today!<div><br /></div><div>There's always a bit of tech anxiety here since we never know when we're going to drop off the face of the internet. So, here I am, sneaking away from my writer responsibilities to update this blog.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOGmqFWr2cv6a3P9rNPh8VUA8smGgNVaHJcCSQtReE0c12Nw-lknFKLe1HopTvcz8DytwT0D5w90o5wnNTxoyUf3XLPTPzZp7smC89YZBJavlyLnjYG8r1EM8SFMhJLBRyW4ThINKNeMb/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697118900334248834" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is from yesterday's walk to the old bridge. I'm looking down between the wooden slats at the river below. I like how the snow banks on each side of the river and the wooden slats appear to contain the moving river.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiX76JgURJFA_6uTXT-V6lLpkc1K17Ike6RfdVFKg2VMhx359wQR6YdBPEWAR3B3yvL-wgWcTbFKMpAQq3CxW5cWeKUDP05MSsVf_LURW36ns93pkO3egjuGwXXGBhvDBVT2j2Di2ohlZP/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697119799202911698" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Our visiting fiction writer gave a reading last night and talked about how he hated the word "closure" and that it didn't really exist. I agreed with that. He also said that each conflict and emotional trauma experience prepared you for the next time. I didn't agree with that. You may have a shed-load of experience, but felled just as badly, or worse, each time. I'd agree that because you've endured other experiences you know that the current one will eventually end.</div><div><br /></div><div>At some point I'll have to take pictures of the food -- it's amazing!</div><div><br /></div><div>6:30pm. Dang. Camera battery died just as I was going to take some photos of dinner. Will try again tomorrow. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lots of snow this afternoon and evening. I'm still in the gleeful adolescent "mine-are-the-first-footprints" stage. Also absorbing is seeing snow gather in my footprints. I'm sure that'll wear off.</div><div><br /></div><div>This not-talking business is clearly having some side-effects.</div><div><br /></div><div>Didn't "speak"/write with/to anyone at dinner and felt how weird it is: to be able to step into conversations at any time. My voice is working. I'm just not using it. Being outside conversations is just as peculiar --- you're there but you're not. This may be an <i>extremely</i> reduced version of how deaf or otherwise "disabled" people might feel when people just talk "around" them. And children!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-34465169783194916782012-01-12T06:07:00.000-08:002012-01-12T12:22:03.274-08:00Thursday 1/12<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEv8aoYgR73d_GkhWYXi5pLwiym1TeXkrkLsbjIytEJihn700OEELK_n5gmqLa8-VxQ4FvtZgwS3AP5XVMjpRGwV81ebJTDqm_-OK-qD228u4LWQeEllaWUOuxGrjlaQGCVSPnXlZhpMz/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEv8aoYgR73d_GkhWYXi5pLwiym1TeXkrkLsbjIytEJihn700OEELK_n5gmqLa8-VxQ4FvtZgwS3AP5XVMjpRGwV81ebJTDqm_-OK-qD228u4LWQeEllaWUOuxGrjlaQGCVSPnXlZhpMz/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696747457187276882" /></a><br />The ice on the river is gradually spreading. There's meant to be 8 inches of snow today. At the moment it's fairly light.<div><div><br /></div><div>We had a bonfire last night. A friend of one of the visual artists died at 5pm yesterday, so this was in honor of him.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Being currently voice-less has something of an introspective effect but also I'm</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihpoF8iihogVKBh0cTpuG5jmok6oQoWyXOGG3UPkstHfwNLKg3Qv-JVE3eRKkp1Zjt682lkFqJDQV0d4LfweAJ_kpcVIWgfcAsZYAi1WJdtsvRsO8K8Z1nBTezlA72E9Qg3VNQDo13zS2/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696748303474112706" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /> gradually becoming more "tuned" to the other senses. Spent most of my bonfire time staring at the fire sparks flying off into nowhere. This morning, I watched the snow doing the same and</div><div>thought about the similarities of opposites. Or maybe I just need to get my voice back ...</div></div><div><div><br /></div><div>This is the Meditation Building where we go for group meditation from 7:30-8:00am. I'm so glad they have the large cushions. I wonder if I'm the only person</div><div> whose knees are perpendicular in cross-legged position ...</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj576taag_eUp9ptpGf0XlaqW7BPfFtu_xd0k0h-F6XSc3Vd40rD70QMH9771ZRNMbrWIy2a7Sa8P1jCHuw-dPA_Kr3ceDV7ez6et6c_eHk2JDiNnkyWiHsqEElZo21v1lal-7PNogS8yZ1/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696748991167462274" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div><div><br /></div></div></div><div>Here's the VSC cat attempting to will himself into the Meditation Building. Aliya -- does this remind you of any other cat? (Ha!)</div><div><div><div><div><br /></div></div></div></div><div>I watched him picking his way delicately through the snow this morning. He's obviously capable of getting around by himself. But he much prefers to be carried.</div></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The dog was here this morning, too, but he's more particular about who pets him. He bit someone's finger!</div><div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-2xaGLQO9gJGmLyF_QO9MV0GRkPlra5eU-6RHag-wymnuIdUl0Ya1RnPNBGiNjV5-q_ESRefthlbXA09oob1QRXK1riOcQyGd-l9qNqpmWn2VQCNNE_m4YZRhF1qoNGjqbEzAtR1tS5Wm/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696750133882383426" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>I love how snow paints landscape. We don't get to see this in So CA. Sand also paints landscape, I suppose.</div><div><br /></div><div>The contrast with snow seems more vivid. That monochrome thing.</div><div><div><br /></div></div><div>Back to work before I go to do my stint in the kitchen.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Went for a walk after I finished work. I've been taking a number of pics from what's known as "the New Bridge". This is the old bridge a little further away on Station Road.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzygkPzduqkjcxr2ZFXZ_-iSXMzegj7NiXBTQWFLk8YxdFWeGFlx9H4Rv6wG7UcTWKvVOlDsWAilPJiK4EovIuiU1ekS_hyTZpTZeAtxNzTN0NXAnjvNmoXpPdlP9VLkEQ2m87UK4PI0yS/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696840827166314050" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeU2QleCHbN4uotnvgIgFyV1Sv-cRSsKFz6h_xnO2hFoFzYdHyKvS2YcgfSMN62FhpIZAbjd-wlhliI2TPdO3kOHlwpXymZ0H82seXplr1QgDtZgR5uoTqSPUuQzNxYTXXxQMA9Wfbz76/s320/036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696841425797483186" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's been snowing fairly steadily today. I love this "in between " landscape before everything is completely blanketed -- which may happen by tomorrow morning!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1zdSVc4q5Z3PHGjMljD2bv5bwHFi0-gVwT73Fxf0KkCdq6o6j17vR6dFh6D6aV7AJ2gZHE7GEuGiIKtaIm9d7wf1WcjWI5Actgg6psYFfkQzW1YlRTcOi2F1PCVa_igvn5PW6U_PT5CsQ/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696841943892442994" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And this last pic is playtime at the Johnson Elementary School. Sleds are to Vermont what surfboards are to Malibu.</div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-79657019212530734402012-01-11T10:12:00.000-08:002012-01-11T16:29:45.022-08:00Wednesday 1/11<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgze7Ig1EDnAjHib-itfnXHoYXA2XQj4pqd7Yvcf7L5hJPmtGoZSmHGX4okqIOOsbgqDw6dIoiQUOpGvBvFYf7HpnluVUBYYuwKj04lxy9yZ-rAtR30xU9zmi-GCJO_nr2McjubRx7QKVdn/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgze7Ig1EDnAjHib-itfnXHoYXA2XQj4pqd7Yvcf7L5hJPmtGoZSmHGX4okqIOOsbgqDw6dIoiQUOpGvBvFYf7HpnluVUBYYuwKj04lxy9yZ-rAtR30xU9zmi-GCJO_nr2McjubRx7QKVdn/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696439450620993682" /></a><br />No meditation for me this morning. I've somehow contracted a flu-ish type thing that's swarming all over VSC. Salt water gargles, zinc tabs and rest should take care of it.<div><div><br /></div><div>Today we've had intermittent sunshine which does incredible things for the monochrome landscape.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXKbDJYAhKD88YkNBHLTeapbnyZRcXLLi7AYVO8jHO7QxA4-c_xt9m8r9hqtayDW_CdAxHcK-Fn3_iwBArh7Ce6mmQ3HOSk0lcr4QcA0v9YlsaVcLHxTPc-GwS4foXphS5WHkkBd5d113u/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696440360503709650" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight is the first of the resident artists' slide shows and I really want to see what they've been doing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Writing is finally going somewhere -- just when I get sick! A lesson in patience. Am thinking about the necessity of contradictions. Koans, I suppose.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last night, everyone went to the $2 a beer night at the Hub (local pub). Three of us skipped the bender and did a round-table reading of a play-in-progress. That may have contributed to the sore throat ... Still, it was terrific to do something play-oriented again.</div><div><br /></div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-66306141420027562892012-01-10T07:29:00.000-08:002012-01-10T07:39:12.192-08:00Tuesday 1/10<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGd7VjOmfntRi7dO-GNFsHmuS-yCpDOg-omOoAmSB4wFTjDL7urwOVNVsdwycF2CdpFYB3svUdyNTh9Tl-yFbgSHuqg3ZzbQltWVuLNDiUBIyn6QG3_o9ARYBkhMb4MlFdGnc2xXfWt_O1/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGd7VjOmfntRi7dO-GNFsHmuS-yCpDOg-omOoAmSB4wFTjDL7urwOVNVsdwycF2CdpFYB3svUdyNTh9Tl-yFbgSHuqg3ZzbQltWVuLNDiUBIyn6QG3_o9ARYBkhMb4MlFdGnc2xXfWt_O1/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696026550089903986" /></a><br />Day 2 of morning meditation. Still all over the place (my head is itchy, my stomach is growling) but it's lovely to come to such a calm environment. Will persevere.<div><br /></div><div>After meditation, on the way to breakfast, the VSC cat hitch-hiked with Louise.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTSwMFhXEyIsRnHiKzPivYES90FtilKyu2L3lyBBYN2Hfa7VfVSJadzkFF9FNZ41qQdFbcc18ahgR113BnJU6mHR-1vfi9UWNvKDZ2pwsp11dCWtNFaB4vLYFTmW4pfOzOQ2UpkM6DTNsx/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696027012796127186" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIC10pEzN3ugUM5qG9kmhEm8xZwzdeaO7-7OqsjjZzM_ErmI9z9PyAnqdIhniwsj6OMDjHAvGIqlCntgSx_zLKcJ-lnJVd_6ZUIEHOE7tVpeDLdeYuNih3NtHzF7OtW55UC1xGutF0oCDJ/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696027809693082706" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's snowing today -- perfect weather for writing. Or sculpting or painting or singing or taking photographs ... There is a huge range of artists here and I keep meeting astonishing people. This morning I went for a walk with Gladys who taught herself to read Greek so she could read Homer in the original.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is a view from the other side of the bridge, with the Red Mill building on the left. I'm interested to see if/when the little waterfall freezes.</div><div><br /></div><div>This was taken around 7:20am -- that seems to be when I take my photos!</div><div><br /></div><div>Off to the Workshop Materials Store to get some clay or sketching paper.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673905778970078004.post-65210798366338031792012-01-09T06:23:00.000-08:002012-02-04T15:33:01.210-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju9B-k-BMinN4EcpzSrzS49xnca_kpRyjrTOyLZL4ZUjbmTL82EK6zg17KPWF-etGeOd9XvfxszHko4vOOCIFbVYFxAWdZ3GnEmzMpR5WaiEvst76W9rohJle6JdfOm0jB7_AqM41TB8Bw/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju9B-k-BMinN4EcpzSrzS49xnca_kpRyjrTOyLZL4ZUjbmTL82EK6zg17KPWF-etGeOd9XvfxszHko4vOOCIFbVYFxAWdZ3GnEmzMpR5WaiEvst76W9rohJle6JdfOm0jB7_AqM41TB8Bw/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695664357229294210" /></a>The airport shuttle picked me up at 3:15am yesterday morning and I arrived at the Vermont Studio Center last night at around 6:30pm -- just in time to grab some dinner!<div><br /></div><div>This is the house where I'm staying. It was 7:20am this morning when I took the pic, which is why it's a bit dark.<div><div><br /></div><div>My room is on the second floor. I share a bathroom with two other people. It's lovely and warm in the house!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BhHgDlGteBPNp4eUMvjVsOwLGig4utJjcCQtU-Anx-n6w0j-ijIO2EEjPu2apXcviiNqRk03QCp0eLOjT9-RtqmehGtbe0awpZ4-l59Hzm3-BZL9DYQqKqAxD01Nk3hceN-EKrr_n_sw/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695664988495438546" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><span><u><br /></u></span>This building is the Red Mill where we go for meals. We also have lectures and readings here. I'll be working in the kitchen eventually (just 2 hours a day).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy4ne8ln129KBfdG4FGdCvaZT7W80hjFErCelsHE7b7z3zIPmpIEfZLIIcrlf0qHOuo5ywu4v56DkfFjmz4SbcJcq5KdVexCCUo_d4V2JoljC8o4G_AfkIEGCXiu3ovY4zD40eNIc0hs__/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695666002132672674" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><br />I'm sitting in my writing studio which overlooks this very cold-looking river. You can see my studio which is in the white building behind the trees. I'm on the first floor, right in the middle. There are meant to be ducks but I don't think they want to be out now.<br /><div><div><br /></div><div>It's nice and warm in here, though. Perfect environment for writing -- so I'd better get going! </div></div></div></div></div>Sandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10975460605600663854noreply@blogger.com4