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Something to Crow About at Cornwall Park | Still Life with Tortillas
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Something to Crow About at Cornwall Park. July 2, 2015. What a delicious sound! It is not merely crow calling to crow,. For it speaks to me too. I like crows. Unlike that guy down the street who refers to them “air rats,” I think crows are cool. As I neared the bridge that crosses Squalicum Creek, I thought of a line from Lyanda Lynn Haupt’s amazing book, The Urban Bestiary. We both like bread, but they prefer theirs with furry blue mold growing on it. Crows know how to save for a rainy day (every day, e...
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A Singing Rose and a Dark Eyed Junco | Still Life with Tortillas
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A Singing Rose and a Dark Eyed Junco. June 15, 2015. 8220;I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours…. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds…. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.”. Mary Oliver, from. Swan: Poems and Prose Poems. Both experiences felt like an overwhelming sense of being weighted down. Of being crushed. And now, as if those indigo rain clouds hanging over Fairbanks had spilled their cargo into my dreams, I was drowning. I twir...
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Rilke in Ronda | Still Life with Tortillas
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July 29, 2015. When Rilke set off on his journey to Spain, he hadn’t heard of Ronda,. Where he arrived, almost by accident. My eyes already touch the sunny hill. Going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;. It has inner light, even from a distance-. And charges us, even if we do not reach it,. Into something else, which, hardly sensing it,. We already are; a gesture waves us on. Answering our own wave…. But what we feel is the wind in our faces. 8220;gratis,”.
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I’m Not From Around Here | Still Life with Tortillas
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I’m Not From Around Here. June 23, 2015. Buck up, or stay in the truck. Which is why last weekend I was fairly freaked out at the 34. Annual Midnight Sun Festival. On the surface, this celebration of summer solstice was flooded with thousands of people working their way through carney rides and gadget vendors, including a booth offering marshmallow guns made of painted pvc piping that looked much like these. Jazz, country, folk-funky, hip-hoppy, you name it. We danced. We mingled, We meandered. I looked,...
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Bemused by the Bidet | Still Life with Tortillas
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Bemused by the Bidet. July 31, 2015. Today is our last day in Spain and while R works on his profoundly beautiful watercolor of a wine press in Gaucín, I’m thinking about bidets. There’s one upstairs that seems to be calling,. If you’re a North American and haven’t traveled to Europe, you might not have encountered this. 8220;…plumbing fixture or type of sink intended for washing the ‘private parts’ of the human body…typically installed in a bathroom…”. Instituted the following amendment:. 8220;Thanks, R...
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About Susan Chase-Foster | Still Life with Tortillas
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I am one who as a toddler crossing the BIG WATER was so tossed and jostled on a Stuttgart-bound ocean liner that a new verb, bimbam. Was created. No bimbam, Mommy! In Germany, I watched our housekeeper spill black ink on my mother’s white linen tablecloth, causing cacophonic chaos and also an exquisite Rorschach. Welcome to Still Life with Tortillas! 37 thoughts on “ About Susan Chase-Foster. Suzanne Fluhr (Just One Boomer). August 18, 2013 at 8:23 pm. Liked by 1 person. August 18, 2013 at 10:00 pm.
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To Sheets! To the Wind! | Still Life with Tortillas
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July 27, 2015. R and I are in southern Spain, wandering through Casares, an Andalusian village of white houses cascading over a couple of hills above the Mediterranean Sea. Across a parched valley of olive and cork trees, beyond the sapphire water of the Strait of Gibraltar and through a dirty mist of what one local told us is a broiling Sahara wind called. We can just make out the Rif Mountains of Morocco. At sunset,. Appears to be draped in a glowing. Of eggplant and lavender. I lure R down to the.
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Postcard from Under the Midnight Sun | Still Life with Tortillas
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Postcard from Under the Midnight Sun. June 9, 2015. I’m back in Fairbanks and life is bright! This morning, by 3:12, the sun was already pinking the sky into bacon strips, and tonight our Interior Alaskan orb won’t even think of setting until 12:28 am,. See what I mean? You’d think with so much sun we’d never sleep, but blackout shades keep us snoozing like hibernating bears until the alarm goes off, or until our new grandbaby, g, coos us awake. Maybe because the sun is crazy intense in the summer, littl...
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The Scent of Rain | Still Life with Tortillas
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The Scent of Rain. June 20, 2015. Strange how memories are triggered by sensory events that seem totally unrelated. As I was in the Jeep with my sleeping grandbaby this morning, waiting for my daughter and Little r to emerge from a big box store with a load of diapers, the scent of rain brought to mind an image of my father and I doing rounds of his patients at Johns Hopkins. Was it raining that day, too? I always had questions unrelated to the patients. Daddy, can I make the bed go up and down? Carol, t...
