We also visited London during our vacation. Mid-way through the trip I found myself needing to wash a load of clothes so I went to a nearby laundromat. When I entered the laundromat I was surprised and delighted to find original artwork on the wall featuring chickens and ducks, which included instructions for how to use the washers and driers. Very whimsical and also quite clever. Art is everywhere, you just have to look for it. Here are some pictures of the artwork.
St. Paul’s Cathedral in London is profoundly beautiful but it also holds within it an interesting surprise, which is the video installation inside the cathedral. The video installation called “Martyrs” consists of four video screens side by side, representing the four elements: earth, air, fire and water. The video is both mesmerizing and very moving to watch. It was created by Bob Viola and Kira Perov. To learn more, please view the video below.
Another shooting, this time in Colorado Springs. This song seemed appropriate for the times we live in now.
My husband and I were vacationing in Paris during the terrorist attacks. Asleep in bed, we were unaware of the attacks until the next morning when I began receiving multiple messages from friends and family asking if we were okay. I was puzzled at first and then checked the news and learned of the events that had transpired.
The terrorist attacks happened on Friday night, and on Sunday afternoon we went walking along the River Seine. While walking along the river we came upon a public blackboard with messages written in chalk. The messages were in all different languages and it was quite inspiring to see the thoughts, feelings, comments and sentiments of the people who had left messages on the blackboard. I didn’t understand all the messages but the sentiment I gleaned from it was solidarity with France and an undaunted spirit in the face of tragedy. Here are pictures of the blackboard.
This oil on canvas painting by Doris Lee is one of my favorite Thanksgiving images. It was first exhibited in 1935 and its popularity made national headlines, and the painting also won the prestigious Logan Purchase Award.
I think I enjoy this painting so much because it is warm, family-oriented and nurturing, depicting a bustling kitchen of cooks preparing a Thanksgiving meal for their loved ones. It was popular in 1935 and still strikes a chord in people today.
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
It is time to be old,
To take in sail:–
The god of bounds,
Who sets to seas a shore,
Came to me in his fatal rounds,
And said: ‘No more!
No farther shoot
Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root.
Fancy departs: no more invent;
Contract thy firmament
To compass of a tent.
There’s not enough for this and that,
Make thy option which of two;
Economize the failing river,
Not the less revere the Giver,
Leave the many and hold the few.
Timely wise accept the terms,
Soften the fall with wary foot;
A little while
Still plan and smile,
And,–fault of novel germs,–
Mature the unfallen fruit.
Curse, if thou wilt, thy sires,
Bad husbands of their fires,
Who, when they gave thee breath,
Failed to bequeath
The needful sinew stark as once,
The Baresark marrow to thy bones,
But left a legacy of ebbing veins,
Inconstant heat and nerveless reins,–
Amid the Muses, left thee deaf and dumb,
Amid the gladiators, halt and numb.’
As the bird trims her to the gale,
I trim myself to the storm of time,
I man the rudder, reef the sail,
Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime:
‘Lowly faithful, banish fear,
Right onward drive unharmed;
The port, well worth the cruise, is near,
And every wave is charmed.’
By Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.