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After an unplanned course of color-filled blog posts this week, I was wondering if I could carry on and what the next one might be.  I had no idea today as I took a late lunch break beside the pond in Copley Square.  And then a little visitor paraded by.  And then, just like that, I knew I had my next color, with so many of its shades displayed.

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Turtles sunning themselves in the Mystic River.

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Yesterday, I scrambled down to the water’s edge before realizing that may not have been the smartest move in the shoes I was wearing.  Cool Spring winds arose.  The temperature dropped.  I was freezing.  And yet …

it truly felt like the right place to stand, for as long as I could bear, so that I might see the beauty floating by in the Mystic.

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Oh, I don’t know but Picasso certainly came to mind as I watched this mallard contort in the blue waters of the Mystic River. A lovely sight.  Her partner seemed to enjoy, as well, as he watched from closer to shore.

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It was to be a short walk in the Belle Isle Marsh.  I expected to capture sunlight on branches.  The snowy owl in a tree was quite the surprise.  Thanks to a kind stranger who pointed out the white spot and even let people borrow his binoculars for a better look.

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the oak tree

Windows On The World is a series on The Paris Review website where writers share the world they see through their windows.  Once I read the latest entry by Taiye Selasi about her view from her room in Italy, I could not help but get up and peer through the windows of the place where I live.  I live in one of the densest cities in the U.S., and yet I am surrounded by just the right amount of tall trees, clambering vines, pigeons, sparrows, sea gulls, squirrels, raucous blue jays and occasional hawks to feel immersed in the wild.  Of course when I step out my front door I feel a bit differently.  I am most lucky because of the oak tree.  Here is how it influences my view this morning.

steve's books piled high

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So on Sunday I was walking down the street carrying dirt and clay pots and various seeds.  The sun was beating down.  I was hot and tired and hoping I didn’t trip and break the pots before I reached home which seemed to be a million miles away.  I came to a fork in the road and for whatever reason I took the left fork — a path different than the one I had taken before.  Along the route I passed a table set up on a small front yard, and on the table were those most magic of items — used books.

They were not in great shape to say the least, but there was a lovely antique-ness about the mound on the table and the ones just visible in boxes across the yard.  Most had dark non-descript covers.  A young man kept trying to put books in my hands, flipping to the colorful lithographs inside.  A lot of science scenes.

But it was the German children’s book that caught my eyes with its fading colorful cover.  When I cracked its bent frame, crispy yellowed pages slid into my hands, but all the pages appeared to be within.  I tucked them back and flipped through as gently as I could, enchanted by the imagery inside.

German I do not read and so I will have to find a translator to help me make out the title and cover page information.  An 1880’s creation for sure, combining short story and myths, and even a play at the end. Some images are clearly signed like this one by C. W. Allers …

… but most are not.

More research to be done on the contents, and to learn how to conserve such a literary treasure.  I’ll be sure to share what I find. 😉

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A furry friend seen while walking through the Boston Public Garden this week.

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It was the owls that first caught me, dark eyes so wise and brilliant with life.

Then I noticed the other little birds, dark bodies reminiscent of the sparrows of my Virginia youth.  The artist, Angie Pickman, is based in the midwest of Kansas. I don’t make it out that way very often and so when I see glimpses of her work in my email box via her blog I am thankful for the internet for allowing me to see such creative beauty made out of black paper.

Without ever seeing her blog posts about music, one can sense the lyricism in Angie’s cut paper work.  I’ve told her — and I am being sincere — that she has redefined my sense of black paper and negative space.  Given that she does post on occasion about music and that her paper cuts titles sometimes refer to birdsong, I asked her how music influences her visual art.  And to my pleasure she replied.  Simply click on any of the images above to learn how music has shaped this artist’s work.  Enjoy!

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