[Reflecting on the rhetorical forms that make up public space.] This past Sunday, after a lovely day at an apple orchard near Charlottesville, my partner and I got a flat tire on the interstate. We were in between two exits that were several miles away from each other, so we pulled over, half on the … Continue reading Interstate Markers: Common Sense or Cryptic?
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Moments in July: Ricketts Glen
My friend Anna and I spent a day earlier this month hiking the Falls Trail at Ricketts Glen State Park in our beautiful and homey northeast PA. There were way more falls than I expected, and they overwhelmed my heart every time. There's just something intense and awe-inspiring about such powerful rushing water that makes … Continue reading Moments in July: Ricketts Glen
Feeling Upset and Angry? Me Too.
I use a Passion Planner to organize my life. It's a wonderful brand of planners that I've been using for four years now and there's a section at the beginning of every planner that invites you to brainstorm about your goals for the year. And half-way through, at the end of June, there is another … Continue reading Feeling Upset and Angry? Me Too.
un petit poème
i dipped my feet in a river today walked on the sludgy riverbank until the heat of the sun found my core and lit the fire that i have been meaning to find
Summer (Solstice)
What are we celebrating when the summer solstice comes? Longevity; the length of days, the length of our lives, all that we've been blessed to experience this far in the span of that length. Warmth; the heat of passion from doing what you heart calls you to do, the sweaty glow that makes our golden … Continue reading Summer (Solstice)
Why Do I Go to Art Museums?
Because I want to be in conversation with the artists who are talking to me through the art on the walls. That's all art ever is--a conversation, some information transferred from one brain to another. What the artist means to say could be found in the colors, in the form, the composition, the texture, ad … Continue reading Why Do I Go to Art Museums?
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