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A morning stroll by the Castle usually has me engaging in greetings and sometimes conversations  with the tourists but yesterday I could not help but notice this work of art in the sky.

  Created by nature.  Ephemeral.  Exquisite.  Priceless.  Undervalued.

 I suppose someone denied  such a vision might pay millions to see it again.

 Captured by  the  magic of a small digital  camera that is an accommodating companion, the image presents here on my screen (and yours too, now!) and I see what I saw then:  a face.

 In close up more detail can be seen:  a beard, perhaps side whiskers,  gnome-like nose,  pensive eyes.  At least in that second of viewing.

Coincidentally it seems to be looking down on the adjacent house at the suite where I once lived. We would sit out on the deck in the evening and hear the clop, clop, clop of the horses and carriages with sightseers driving through the porte cochere . 

Does this tree ......

...have a drinking problem, perhaps. 

Window screen 'fabric' garment

The bolt of window screening at a local church sale archeological dig triggered my  !fabric!  antennae and I wondered how it would translate into a garment.

As a screen on a door or  window I had no idea of the  flexibility or liveliness of it as material.  It can be folded and shaped but it has a mind of its own. 

The napkin sketch and subsequent drawing on paper with intended measurements - dictated by the width of the material  -  were suggestions.  The actual cutting and design were fabric-speak.  

The edges were not sharp, as I expected.  I think this is nylon or fibre glass.  Will have to google.

It is a vest at the moment and may remain as such;  adding sleeves is an option.

I like the integrity of the stable edges.

I like how the two pieces,  one lengthwise,  one widthwise, in the placing rectangularly assumed angled positions.  Both at the shoulders and the back seam.

I like how the overlaps of seams remained overlaps and avoided bulk.

  I like the pins.  There was the thought to sew with thread either by machine or hand but the look of the basting pins delights me for the moment.  I love safety pins and enjoy featuring them;  they have such a bad reputation.

How does it feel to wear?  Awesome.  It 'moves' with and around the body;  clothing as architecture.   

Garden bouquet. Slow flowers.

This is what I want a florist to provide when I send flowers to family and friends too far away for me to deliver the bouquets in person -  the large one for a table greeting,  the small, scented one (not needing water:  gets better as it dries) for someone in hospital or otherwise wanting and needing a touchable reminder of the outdoors. 

The mixture of simple garden flowers and grasses and a fern and an herb or two convey what I want to express.  And what I like to receive; as I did yesterday from some very special people.

So far I have not come across a flower shop that provides this service.

I wonder why.  Sending flowers through a florist is not cheap.  I wonder what percentage of the cost is in the actual greenhouse flower and how much a delivery charge. Garden flowers would seem far less expensive and more accessible and worthy of consideration as a commercial endeavor by a florist.  Seems to me a flower seller could fill this niche and make a success of it.  

Sort of in the sense of 'stopping to smell the roses' but not the hot house kind.

Photo album

Within my time and memory are photo albums with black pages and photo corners that were licked (the glue tasted awful) and stuck down.

And then the ones with colourful covers of people or pets or scenes and spiral bound grey pages with transparent plastic that was  lifted up and the photos stuck underneath. 

And now there is this 

The journey continues ..... Bubbles

A good trip;  a worthwhile break from blogging;  back in/for the moment.  Today the topic is bubbles.

  An occasional experience of bubbles is very nice.  Frequent is even nicer.  Bubbles as a regular  practice is most worthwhile.

A bottle of bubble solution kept handily in the house and/or in the garden and/or in the car and/or in one's purse or pocket - all of these are suggested and encouraged.

So simple and so satisfying.

Each experience of bubbles is different.  The wind is never the same - even from moment to moment. And our breath changes each time, too, in duration, velocity.   The number and size of bubbles that scoot out from the wand are endlessly varied.  So many sizes.  So many colours.  

Bubbles behave differently in the summer, in the winter,  in the rain,  in snow,   in a storm,  on  a sunny day,  under moonlight,  at dawn,  at dusk.  Differently in the city,  in the country,  by a lake,  by an ocean,  at ground level,  from a high hill.  From a car window,  from the back of a bike.  Under a tree, in a tree.  In a kitchen,  in a living room.  With music.  Without.

On one's own.  With a friend.  With a kitten.  With a grand son.

Today's bubbles are courtesy of Orion.