at the Waterwall park in Houston. A work by Stephan Koplowitz.
It kinda of brought back memories about experimenting with nature. I enjoyed the “ahhhh” through the pinholes of my lenses.
Dance.
I turned the other way to observe the surroundings. Mobility.
…and looking…
…and floating.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Brazilian singer and composer, Lenine.
“If it is lost, find it,
If it is yours, hold it,
If it is true, just say it
If you’re happy, just dance…”
What if you find something beautiful inside?
Scene staging:
Mike, sitting comfortable on the couch, watching Bonanza on TV.
Tati, suffering from a bad case of lower back arthritis, passing by the couch.
Mike: Baby, I love you, give me a kiss.
Tati: I can’t bend over…
Mike (trying to pull himself up) : And I can’t get up.
Tati (blowing a kiss): I love you too.
The joys of aging together.
Credits Art work: Tania Botelho. Photo: Tati Vice
I’m enjoying Sunday time with Katie Kendrick new book – Layered Impressions.
I guess it doesn’t look so bad…and I guess I have miles, many miles to go.
Spring in Houston still has its ways of surprising me. Not only for the beautiful flowers and smells, but also for the birds which yesterday decided to grant my busy-with-non-important stuff-day, with lessons learned from Nature LIVE!
Some weeks ago, a Bluejay female made its nest on one of the bushes in the yard. She would spend a long time there, sitting still, like she knew that’s the way it’s done.
Precisely, on April 29, I found out that the eggs had turned into that:
Yesterday evening, hot and humid and there was a groove in the house:
Bluejay mum flew over to the nest and instructed her little ones, which in silence seemed to be paying close attention to whatever she was saying.
That was when the braver, or more impulsive of the three – whether a male or female little one, I don’t know – decided to spread its wings and fly away.
And once from the nest to the closest branch, the rest became super-easy.
Look at where it ended up on the second try:
While the other two looked puzzled at their brother or sister, him or her seemed to be showing off the new skill, while at the same time, trying to encourage the other two. One of them made the fly. This one seemed a little insecure or cautious, maybe wondering if it was his hour, if whether he was prepared to do it…But he tried, he ‘did it his way’. There is always one that does it different.
I stood there, watching him trying to get to a higher branch, but he fell to the ground. And while he walked on the grass, sometimes running to take flight, the parent birds were there, supervising it the whole time. When a squirrel passed by, mum shoved it off the scene.
I’m not sure if it made it. The experts say that some of them simply don’t. I want to think that he did, at his own pace and time.
To finish this DIVINE episode, I got this shot, which says more than a thousand words.
Happy Mother’s day.
Monday, monday…so good to me
I’m having fun trying this thing about altering a book. It feels great as I can have a spread and not have to deal with the irritating metal bindings/spiral of the journals I’m working on. Good beginnings.
So, I have some sisters. The oldest is a study-case, a confused mum of three, who does her best to keep the balls running at home.
Yesterday, my niece had to perform at a talent show – things that only parents and grannies can endure – and there she was, all dressed up – she is crazy but very chic indeed, with her video camera at hand, when someone very discreetly got close to her and said:
“Miss, Miss…”
“Yes?”
“You are wearing two different boots on your feet”.
Thing is, people who know her, would not think much about it. To solve the situation, she called her husband at home and asked him to bring one boot – a single one – over to the place, so she could pair it up with any of the ones she had on her feet . He asked no questions, and did as he was told.
As he arrived at the place and handed over the one boot to her, she realized that it belong to a whole different pair of boots.
In between laughs she managed to say: “I had no idea that I had three pairs of boots in the closet!”
I do pity her, sometimes.
Saturday afternoon, and I went with Mike to the Traders Village. I finally found out where are the lost screw drivers and the Barbies that have never been found.
Between shops, I found some good paper for my art-journaling and spent the fortune of U$ 3.50.
Life is good.
The lost screw-drivers
..and the Barbies that have never been found
A lovely table - not for sale.
