dogwood sphinx

October 25, 2007


Oct 25
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

My town is an old mill town with an anomalous women’s college, reborn as a yuppie/new age haven. There used to be big, imposing, graceful banks, as well as a hardware store and a grocery store on Main St. Now the banks have become galleries, and the old Five and Dime has been transformed into housewares, Tintin comics and french table linens. The hardware and grocery stores got moved out to the strip which fortunately isn’t too far because the town is still relatively small.

This used to be a bank, and is now the biggest gallery in town. The sphinx resides on top of the old night deposit box, well bolted down. Many people touch his nose as they go by, for luck or habit or something.

random happy things, no postcards…

October 25, 2007

Img_2748_1Kate does something interesting.
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Al does the best forearm stand of his life
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Bronwyn shows us how it is supposed to be done
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Red Kate does a very nice forearm stand after a good deal of thrashing and frustration.
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This is the ugliest, lumpiest one I did all day, because I was really really tired. I did about 4 better ones before that, AND I got to stand on Al, and stand on Al and Kate, and Kate flew me like an airplane, and I flew Kate and we had such fun. This is why I was a dishrag at the end of Tuesday.

Then on Wed I decided to ride, regardless, so I went up to the new barn and found the ponies inside. This is Dakota, the splotchy pony I ride on Mon and Wed. Dakota_looks

I rode in the rain, and the rain came down harder and harder until I was drenched but cheerful. I cleaned the barn in the rain, turned the horses out into the rain,
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and went away, and the rain stopped.

Ah well. I had a nice ride.

doors within doors

October 23, 2007


Oct 23
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

A nice piece of recursion. Advent calendar type little doors (lined with Glennis’s shibori from a while ago) that open to show…. more doors!

I am happy today, for no particular reason. I realized this is what happy felt like. Red Kate came with me to my Yolates class, led by Pam the magnificent, and that made me happy, to stretch and twist and strengthen. Then I went off to the old barn. The wind is blowing hard because a front is coming through, and leaves were whirling up off the trees and flying through the sky. That made me happy. I cleaned my four stalls and realized I had left the duffel with my boots and helmet at the new barn yesterday, so I rode the geezer bareback at the walk with a borrowed helmet. We went walking through the woods because there was a teenager and her horse who required more room than she had. The woods are still turning colors, though it is getting into yellows and tans and browns rather than the oranges and reds, but the old horse is the same color as a fox, and the same color as some of the leaves, and riding him and patting his neck and admiring the leaves and the wind made me happy.

Then I came home to finish a postcard. The one you see here. Which makes me feel silly but OK. Red Kate is here again, and we will go up to circus in Brattleboro, at the end of which I will feel like a limp dishcloth, but a happy one.

Oh – my theme for November is to come to grips with the color brown. I have to find and make postcards of, or from, things that I like that are brown.

Oct 20

October 21, 2007


Oct 20
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

I like the image of this one – shaking a house and having things fall out of it. If someone shook my house, mostly books would fall out, followed proportionally by fabric, art supplies (Alice’s and mine make up a pretty substantial collection) toys and robot building supplies. I suppose there is a certain volume of basics like food and chairs and towels and clothes and things.

I found this woman’s work slicing up books, which I find disturbing and compelling. Thinking about her work and this postcard made me imagine a flock of books shaken from their shelves, hanging in midair, leaves flapping like wings. Maybe I could hang a bunch of books from a tree in my backyard.

Following links from other peoples’ blogs, I was also led to this gentleman. His work is not for the squeamish, although it doesn’t approach Damien Hirst and his cadavers on display. It is more nightmarish than bloody.

I am thinking about skulls and skeletons for the October journal page, so I need to start sketching some bones so I have a clue.