Saturday Night Live

March 30, 2014

Saturday Night Live

“I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”
― Augusten Burroughs

Edges

March 29, 2014

march2014-pottery-04 (1 of 1) march2014-pottery-01 (1 of 1)“I would think for hours how strange it was that some parts of words are silent, just like some parts of our lives. Did the people who wrote the dictionaries decide to mirror language to our lives, or did it just happen that way?”
― Rene Denfeld

To Do

March 29, 2014

march2014-pottery-05 (1 of 1)“Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.”
— H.P. Lovecraft

Take a Shot

March 29, 2014

march2014-pottery-02 (1 of 1) march2014-pottery-03 (1 of 1)“Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. Well, perhaps you are right. Perhaps the wise spurn one to remain safe from the other, but I should rather choose to have my eyes burnt in their sockets than to have been born without.”
― Anne Fortier

march2014-beedeath-09 (1 of 1)“The centripetal force on our planet is still fearfully strong, Alyosha. I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one’s heart prizes them. Here they have brought the soup for you, eat it, it will do you good. It’s first-rate soup, they know how to make it here. I want to travel in Europe, Alyosha, I shall set off from here. And yet I know that I am only going to a graveyard, but it’s a most precious graveyard, that’s what it is! Precious are the dead that lie there, every stone over them speaks of such burning life in the past, of such passionate faith in their work, their truth, their struggle and their science, that I know I shall fall on the ground and kiss those stones and weep over them; though I’m convinced in my heart that it’s long been nothing but a graveyard. And I shall not weep from despair, but simply because I shall be happy in my tears, I shall steep my soul in emotion. I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky — that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

In Loving Memory

March 23, 2014

In Loving Memory

“Truly great people emit a light that warms the hearts of those around them. When that light has been put out, a heavy shadow of despair descends.”
― Banana Yoshimoto

Hive Death

March 22, 2014

march2014-beedeath-03 (1 of 1) march2014-beedeath-07 (1 of 1) march2014-beedeath-02 (1 of 1) march2014-beedeath-05 (1 of 1)“No matter what, I want to continue living with the awareness that I will die. Without that, I am not alive.”
― Banana Yoshimoto

Varroa Destructor

March 22, 2014

march2014-beedeath-01 (1 of 1)Never mind all the trying.

Just

Winter on the first day of spring

Just

Chalk in the rain

Happy Spring

March 22, 2014

march2014-spring-26 (1 of 1)“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
— A.A. Milne

Garden Planning

March 22, 2014

march2014-spring-07 (1 of 1)“What is saving my life now is the conviction that there is no spiritual treasure to be found apart from the bodily experiences of human life on earth. My life depends on engaging the most ordinary physical activities with the most exquisite attention I can give them. My life depends on ignoring all touted distinctions between the secular and the sacred, the physical and the spiritual, the body and the soul. What is saving my life now is becoming more fully human, trusting that there is no way to God apart from real life in the real world.”
― Barbara Brown Taylor