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Sometimes I experience summer weekends in much the same way as a passenger on a train gazing out the window at the passing landscape. Like the train passenger, the metaphorical weekend journey is marked by many waypoints. They are often very diverse, yet interconnected as part of the same passage. I often develop a strange nostalgia for my weekend waypoints even before they have passed me by. I'll sometimes pause and think about the moment in time I'm currently occupying. I consider every nuance about that instance. How it feels, what I'm doing, the light and shadow. It's like taking a mental photo of that moment in my life. The nostalgia creeps in when I think about how all of that is about to change. And how I'll feel hours later when the moment has long passed and only the memory remains. I'll desperately want to return to that moment, but it's forever lost. This does not (as you might suspect) cause me day-long sadness. However it does engender an abiding respect for living in and appreciating the moment. Found myself standing in front of this scene yesterday on the very day of the summer solstice. Instantly I recognized this as one of those moments. The grabber for me were the empty table and chairs. My first thought was whether they were decorative, or if people actually sat here. Perhaps they enjoyed a summer picnic, or simply chatted with cool beverages. Either way the furniture added immensely to the sense of place. The scene had the look of a film set, everything carefully crafted to create a mood. The side yard, trees, filtered sunlight, the shadows cast by the furniture. The entire scene felt energized as if by an internal glow. The effect heightened by the utter absence of people and only the sounds of songbirds to fill the warm air. The Victorian house made for an idyllic setting. I imagined garden parties and gatherings that occurred here over the years, and the 140-odd summer solstices that had passed over this place. But this one was all mine. I lingered in the moment, but before long was compelled to re-board the train that would carry me along my summer weekend journey. I watched from the window as the empty table and chairs quickly receded into the distance.
A sundial (left) measuring time by the hour. A Celtic cross (right) dating from the 8th century measuring time by the century. The churchyard at Eyam, Derbyshire
My better half and I were talking about quiche, then eggs, which set me thinking.... Don't ask how my mind works, I've got no idea myself!
"Marking Time" Indigenous Art in the NGV.
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This sundial is a public art project by Preston Farabow in 2007. With Interstate 40 in the background, is is located at a rest area at the easternmost cornet of Smith County, TN
it's a full moon tonight…
That reminds me of how my father taught me to determine when Easter would fall in the calendar…
a rhyme-like saying…
the first Sunday
after the first full moon
after the first day of Spring*
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A friend alerted me to the fact … This year March has 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays.
This happens once every 823 years.
I just thought you'd like to know.
*unless there's a convergence
then all bets are off
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"Civilization exists by geological consent, subject to change without notice."
Will Durant
Winner of the "Craft & Design" magazine Potfest prize 2011
"Marking Time" Indigenous Art in the NGV.
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While wandering along the river, I found a curious obelisk-shaped stone. I placed it on the riverbank and aligned it with the setting sun.
Happy vernal equinox everyone.
one of the tougher decisions i make in a year is when to take down the Christmas tree. to me it is the ultimate symbol and ritual of Christmas time. yeah, i like all the other decorations and rituals that are part of the season but the tree holds something near and dear in my heart. even tougher than the decision is the actual process of undecorating the tree. some years i've literally had an ache in my heart. i have a feeling this is going to be one of those years - so i guess it will stay up for yet another day.....2/365
Groningen | Гронинген, 13-10-2017.
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My Daddy's Remington pocket watch. It still keeps perfect time. It reminds me that we do not have unlimited time with those we love. We need to make sure we use every minute in a good way. I have always been so grateful that I told my parents how much they meant to me. There cannot be too many kisses or too much time.
MSH August 2011 #13 - Keeping Time
"Marking Time" Indigenous Art in the NGV.
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