Sunday, October 19, 2014

Basket


lovely things in a basket from an afternoon walk along the creek bed and through my neighborhood with Megan Bosch:

-opaque, tumbled glass...
-colorful shards of ceramic and tile...
-remnants of a dried leaf...
-pine cones tinged with burnt orange, one attached to a piece of branch...

Match Box




-in the freebox today...
I've wanted one.  This one is a similar hue as other items in my house.  It may very well be made entirely of lead paint.  I'll just have to resist the urge to repeatedly lick its surface...

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Deeper


Reflecting on the undeserved love I received a while back from a friend, I see how the Lord loves me.  This is His love:  grace-filled; unmerited -and for the the child of God, ever present and unfathomably deeper than that of even the truest earthly friend.

Triptych 1




-collages by me, Jade Burdette...

Triptych 2


-collage by me, Jade Burdette...

Freebox Find


-a change purse...

Before & After



-art by me, Jade Burdette...

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Fallow Ground...


Oh, Lord Jesus, please break up the fallow ground within my hardened heart and plant Your seeds of love therein...




-illustration from: "Francisci Ponae Cardiomorphoseos, siue, Ex corde desumpta emblemata sacra" (1645)  

A Sound of Lapping...


When it is evening, when it is dark outside and my windows and front door are open, I hear the squeaking of bitty bats.

Hearing a sound the other night unfamiliar to my ears, I switched on the porch light and my eyes were met by the startled gaze of a striped cat who'd been partaking of the bird-flavored water in my little terracotta birdbath.  



-illustration:  Kittens and Cats; a Book of Tales (1911), Eulalie Osgood Grover

Sunday, August 31, 2014

I am a pluviophile...


pluviophile (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days




photo:  "Tompkins Sq. Park" (1967), James Jowers (American b. 1938)  

Friday, August 29, 2014

Decanter...


This afternoon my good friend Megan and I made a trip to our local junk store. Spotting a collection of newly-arrived perfume bottles, she informed me of their presence.  After making my way towards them, I found they were a group of old Avon cologne decanters.  Nestled amongst the lot was a happily-familiar black bottle in the form of an old-fashioned schoolroom desk, complete with an apple perched on top.  It was just the same as the little decanter my mother used to have sitting atop her piano when I was a boy.  Responding jubilantly, I bought it.  Now it sits next to my laptop here bringing me much joy.  



Inferiority...


"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
-Eleanor Roosevelt



A Gift from a Friend...


-four sweet gourds...three on my bookshelf, one on my coffee table; lovely as-is, or sanded lightly and waxed to accentuate their pallid, ochre tones; possibly even primed and painted in bold navy and yellow...



illustration:  "Seed Annual" (1898)

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Satisfaction...


How satisfied I am to scrub free of resin an old burgundy-colored tile I found in the creek bed last year.



Monday, August 25, 2014

Dun...


Despite the presence, in my garden, of hummingbirds and blue jays,  I do have a fondness for the little dun-colored ones and the ones which look as though they have been dusted with soot.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Repurposing...


Yesterday, I finally gave in and dismantled my old standing fan.  In spite of many applications of WD-4O over the last couple of years, I was unsuccessful in getting it to stop squeaking, and a squeaking fan I cannot tolerate.  

Anticipating a wall art crafting project in the near future, I happily salvaged the fan's wire caging and am now looking forward to a productive trip to the local hardware store for supplies.  I'm thinking:  high-gloss spray paint in exquisite colors, the addition of old brass or bronze pieces to the caging, and mirrors!

Friday, August 15, 2014

Trust, Rest...


At the end of the day, the great secret is this:
to know Jesus and to trust Him, trust Him, trust Him.
To be in Him and to trust Him, there is happiness.



-image from "The supreme sacrifice and other poems in time of war" (1919), John Stanhope Arkwright

Excitement...



Sitting here at my desk, I hear splishing and splashing.  
The first sighting of a blue jay enthusiastically making use of my new homemade birdbath is a little exciting... 




-photo of "Gray Gardens" (Grey Gardens), East Hampton 1914
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