Daily Diversion #92: Duncan MacDogg

Duncan does not have literary interests like his feline sister. He prefers to run around like a cyclone, chasing shadows. He’s hard to photograph because he is rarely still. Even when caught in a moment of relaxation, he starts bouncing around as soon as he sees the glint of the phone or camera, trying to find, then kill, the light source. Thank goodness for the existence of the burst shot.

Duncan in a moment of stillness.

Duncan in a moment of stillness.

“Not Carnegie, Vanderbilt, and Astor together could have raised money enough to buy a quarter share in my little dog.”-Ernest Thompson Seton

Daily Diversion #91: At My Window, Sad and Lonely*

There lives a tree, just outside my window…

Lonely Tree, Take One

Lonely Tree, Take One

He stands watch over our urban street, nature’s guardian lost in a maze of manufacturing buildings. If he moves his branches just so, other trees come within view. Across the way, down the road. They have their own concerns; he is alone.

Lonely Tree, Take Two

Lonely Tree, Take Two

Telephone poles, wires, patchy squirrels, delicate birds, and empty water bottles interact with him fleetingly, coldly. I wonder if they even speak the same language? Continue reading

The Dead Writers Round-Up: 8th-9th February

  • Jules Verne was born on 2/8/1828. “Reality provides us with facts so romantic that imagination itself could add nothing to them.” (A Journey to the Center of the Earth; From the Earth to the Moon; Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea; Around the World in Eighty Days)
  • Kate Chopin was born on 2/8/1850. “A person can’t have everything in this world; and it was a little unreasonable of her to expect it.” (Bayou Folk; A Night in Acadie; The Awakening)
  • Elizabeth Bishop was born on 2/8/1911. “If after I read a poem the world looks like that poem for 24 hours or so I’m sure it’s a good one-and the same goes for paintings.” (North & South; Poems: North & South. A Cold Spring; The Complete Poems)
  • Iris Murdoch died on 2/8/1999. “We can only learn to love by loving.” (Under the Net; The Bell; The Sea, The Sea; The Green Knight)
  • Amy Lowell was born on 2/9/1874. “Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.” (A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass; Sword Blades and Poppy Seed; Legends; A Critical Fable) Continue reading

Daily Diversion #89: Urban Snowscape, Two Ways

“Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It’s late afternoon-the sun is just setting (a cold yellow colour) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window-seat using the last light to write to you.”-Jean Webster, Daddy-Long-Legs

Urban Snowscape, Colour

Urban Snowscape, Colour

“Winter is not a season, it’s an occupation.”-Sinclair Lewis

Urban Snowscape, B & W

Urban Snowscape, B & W

 

 

 

A Photo Round-Up of Some Things My Mom Sees on Her Walk Home from Work, Part 2: Architectural Oddments

Going home for a few days gave me a welcome sense of clarity and renewed my creative determination. I’ve returned South happier, calmer, and aesthetically and intellectually richer. Until next time, Columbus. Until next time.

“A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.”-Antoine de Saint-Exupery

 

Happy Birthday James Joyce, You Stylish Gent

James Joyce was born on 2 February 1882. Although he was born too early to grace the pages of GQ…

James Joyce, circa 1918

James Joyce, circa 1918

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…he went on to have quite the literary career. You may have heard of him?

QUOTE: “A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.”

SOME WORKS: Chamber Music; Dubliners; A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man; Ulysses; Finnegan’s Wake.

A KEEPSAKE:

Handmade Vintage Cameo Pendant Necklace of James Joyce by Blings To Pay The Bills

Handmade Vintage Cameo Pendant Necklace of James Joyce by Blings To Pay The Bills. $22.48 USD

A Photo Round-Up of Some Things My Mom Sees on Her Walk Home from Work, Part 1: Public Art

My mom works and lives downtown. She takes different routes to and from her job, depending on weather, inclination, and schedule. She’s lucky to see the city from such an intimate angle. Being on foot allows her to stop and actually look at things, to take them in with consideration and deep thought. Columbus is a city awash with public art. It’s everywhere you turn: bold, unique, subtle, provocative, demanding attention, always evolving. Boredom is turned away; it has no place there. I accompanied my mom on her Wednesday commute. I am a writer, but the profound human experience conjured by urban surroundings-gritty, beautiful, humorous- is one of the things that fuels my creativity. These images represent a handful of the aesthetic wonders we saw that rainy day, that she sees several times a week as a matter of routine. Lucky lady.

“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.”-Pablo Picasso

“A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament.”-Oscar Wilde