Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Shadows and shapes
It's been awhile since I posted any pictures, so here are some beauties courtesy of Mother Nature on cold/freezing mornings. The first few feature shadows of outer trees, etc. when the windows were covered with ice. The others are lovely frost shapes she left after very cold nights. Of course, now with the earlier-rising sun (one of my least favorite thing) they're usually melted by the time I get out of bed.
Sunday, February 17, 2019
Saturday, February 16, 2019
Tendaberry
My Alexander teacher asked me recently what my favorite popular singer was. This song immediately sprang to mind: New York Tendaberry by Laura Nyro who sadly left us way too soon. Oddly, it's taken me this long to actually read the incredible lyrics.
New York tendaberry, blue berry
A rush on rum, of brush and drum
And the past is a blue note, inside me
I ran away in the morning
New York tendaberry, blue berry
Rugs and drapes and drugs and capes
Sweet kids in hunger slums
Firecrackers break and they cross
And they dust and they skate
And the night comes
I ran away in the morning
Now I'm back, unpacked
Sidewalk and pigeon
You look like a city
But you feel like religion to me
New York tendabery, true berry
I lost my eyes, In east wind skies
Here where I've cried, where I've tried
Where God and the tendaberry rise
Where quakers and revolutionaries
Join for life, for precious years
Join for life, through silver tears
New York tendaberry.
New York tendaberry, blue berry
A rush on rum, of brush and drum
And the past is a blue note, inside me
I ran away in the morning
New York tendaberry, blue berry
Rugs and drapes and drugs and capes
Sweet kids in hunger slums
Firecrackers break and they cross
And they dust and they skate
And the night comes
I ran away in the morning
Now I'm back, unpacked
Sidewalk and pigeon
You look like a city
But you feel like religion to me
New York tendabery, true berry
I lost my eyes, In east wind skies
Here where I've cried, where I've tried
Where God and the tendaberry rise
Where quakers and revolutionaries
Join for life, for precious years
Join for life, through silver tears
New York tendaberry.
Sunday, February 10, 2019
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Tobey on the back of the sofa. He usually drags the rug down off the back & makes a nest of it. :| -
Maya Angelou I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives ...
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Shots taken around the yard and in front of the porch of the garden finery Andy's tended all season.
