Sunday, February 28, 2010

Public Art in Charlotte 1

don't step on that bee, jack!
the new Bechtler Museum of Modern Art (before I was busted by the guard for taking photos...)

at the Bland Street station on the new light rail (jack is looking blissful)

Public Art in Charlotte 2

I love this! the little girl was really enjoying this one, part of a Nicki de Saint Phalle sculpture, outside the Bechtler. I'm in there too, as is jack's shoe...



Sunday, February 21, 2010

hanging out at table rock

Leisa playing native American flute, on a house-sized boulder...
Jack, wedged between two rocks...
Stairs cut into the rock, and a view looking westward from a pluton at the ridge:

Friday, February 12, 2010

snowflakes and carrot cake

Quite often, I might write
about somnolence, or maybe
about carrot cake--
Kelly made a cake
with carrots and crushed
pineapple bits, it was
very tasty, the combination
of moist, super-delicious
cake and that wonderful
white icing that tops
it off so well
I had to call her right
away to tell her how much
I liked it
while I could still taste it
in my mouth

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

frog love


This is a photo taken by Cindy Carpenter at the Cradle of Forestry of the egg masses of Carolina wood frogs from a year or two ago--see the tadpoles? I am so excited about their appearance! My story about Frog Love in the Pink Beds will be linked here soon...

Oops! the event has been canceled due to yet another Friday storm. Here's the story--maybe they'll reschedule? http://www.blueridgenow.com/article/20100212/SERVICES03/2121011/1151?Title=Frog-love-for-Valentine-s-Day

Monday, February 1, 2010

Cloudfarming

If I were a cloudfarmer

I’d lasso a sunny day

the sheets of blue might

gather momentum

on the sunset’s wide horizon

and spark the dawn’s pinkish

grey influx of stratus

and highflying cirrus


what would become of us

if we rode all day on a tidy

little nimbus, oblivious

to the grid and patchwork

below, just us two stretched out on the vapor

peeking into the distance—

overgrown cherubs

laughing and eating sky fruit

until it came time

to bring in the wind

and harvest a ripe thunderstorm