December 2010
Christmas Day 2010
It’s still there, hidden in the attic. Lying on the rug, I gaze up at the ceiling. I look for some kind of clue of the long forgotten orifice. The ceiling plaster is uneven, but there is no recognizable outline. I’m lying directly under where it once graced the front hall. Beyond the thin set of plaster and lath is a dome with ballastrade rising up to a windowed belvedere. The...
Christmas Day 2010
It’s still there, hidden in the attic. Lying on the rug, I gaze up at the ceiling. I look for some kind of clue of the long forgotten orifice. The ceiling plaster is uneven, but there is no recognizable outline. I’m lying directly under where it once graced the front hall. Beyond the thin set of plaster and lath is a dome with ballastrade rising up to a windowed bevedere. The...
Breathless
I have little idea what is borne of this stormy eastern light. It’s hard for my tender eyes to adjust to the blue-gray, but borne it is. It will be interesting to see how it photographs. Holding the camera I press the shutter button, and the flash destroys the first shot. I turn off flash and use a tripod. The yellow of the incandesence overwhelms the painting, but that is easily...
Cindy
My shoulders ache. To make way for the tree, Jack and I just moved my overstuffed leather chair into the bedroom. It’s a monster. I rarely use it anymore because the only place to put it in the new den was beside the televison…….. set ((?) I guess they aren’t “sets” anymore, are they???). It’s become Cindy’s chair. I bought an artifical tree a...