06 Wednesday Jul 2011
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© Joan Currie
NOW list to my morning’s romanza – I tell the signs of the Answerer;
To the cities and farms I sing, as they spread in the sunshine.
Walt Whitman
My first shower in the new house – I am going to love living here amidst such beautiful light!
05 Tuesday Jul 2011
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© Joan Currie
Roses red and roses white
Plucked I for my love’s delight.
She would none of all my posies–
Bade me gather her blue roses.
Rudyard Kipling
I was delighted to find this cobalt blue-tinged pitcher today while unpacking. I may fill it with tiny blue roses…
03 Sunday Jul 2011
Posted in Art, Fashion, Photography, Reflections
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© Lauren DiMarco
It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. – Anaïs Nin
As I walked along the sidewalk today, I was captivated by the peculiar patterns of flattened dark globs of chewing gum embedded in the pavement. Continuing along my route, I started noticing black dots everywhere!
London artist, Ben Wilson, embellishes such discarded gum with colorful images.
Model: Lauren DiMarco
01 Friday Jul 2011
Posted in America's Next Top Model, Fashion, Photography, Reflections
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© Joan Currie
A Canadian is someone who knows how to make love in a canoe. – Pierre Burton
Happy Canada Day, eh?
Model: Khrystyana Kazakova
29 Wednesday Jun 2011
Posted in Fashion, Garden, Photography, Reflections
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© Dan Cutler
In our rich consumers’ civilization we spin cocoons around ourselves and get possessed by our possessions. – Max Lerner
Every spring when I lived in New England, I would dig out all the rocks from my herb garden – sometimes as far down as three or four feet before planting anew. However, when I tended the garden later in the growing season I was always flummoxed when I came across many more rocks in the same beds that I had so painstakingly prepared to be rock-free. Where did these new rocks come from? Were they migrating to my garden from the earth’s core somehow ?
This last move reminded me of those rocks. Try as I might to pack up all my possessions, I kept finding more and more things tucked away in the back of closets, under cabinets, and in the back of drawers. At one point, I started to think that my possessions were defying some law of physics by migrating, too, from another place, multiplying or replicating in some supernatural way.
Model – Lauren DiMarco
19 Sunday Jun 2011
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© Joan Currie – My Father’s Tackle Box
Growing up, my father spent every Father’s Day weekend fishing in the wilds of northern Quebec, but he would return just in time for Sunday dinner with his quota of rainbow trout!
Here is what he taught me during my formative years:
1. How to catch and release a fish.
2. How to win at cribbage and ping pong.
3. How to play golf and badminton, throw horseshoes and a football, jump waves, fly a kite, waterski, pitch a tent, and paddle a canoe.
4. How to work a drill, lawn mover, outboard motor, telescope, water pump, and drive a car.
5. How to paint a room, stain a dock, and polish shoes.
6. How to spot the Big and Little Dippers, Venus, Jupiter, shooting stars, and satellites in the night sky.
7. How to live one day at a time and not trouble, trouble.
8. How to be a Renaissance man/woman and have a passion for lifelong learning that included classical music, art history, astronomy, pottery, gardening, foreign languages, and travel to distant lands.
9. How to enjoy the company of good friends, give a speech, tell a joke, shake a hand, tie a Windsor knot, break an apple in half with your hands, balance a checkbook, cut a deck of cards, and use a yo-yo.
10. The value of hard work, exercise, volunteerism, and going to church.
Thanks, Dad! Happy Father’s Day!
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Ten Beautiful Things My Mother Taught Me
16 Thursday Jun 2011
Posted in Photography, Reflections
© Joan Currie
People who collect sand as a hobby are known as arenophiles or psammofiles.
Webster’s
I started collecting sand from my trips a few years ago but never knew there were names for the activity until recently (arenophile or psammofile sounds more like a medical condition than just having fun saving sand). Here are my top ten favorite sand locations, chosen for the color and texture of the sand:
1. Ipanema Beach, Rio, Brazil
2. Hapuna Beach, Kona, Hawaii
3. Marble, Colorado
4. Blue Lake, near Rotorua, New Zealand
5. Coronado Beach, San Diego, California
6. Cascais, near Lisbon, Portugal
7. Santorini, Greece
8. Erfoud, Morocco
9. Sumner Beach, Christchurch, New Zealand
10. Manly Beach, near Sydney, Australia
12 Sunday Jun 2011
Posted in Photography, Reflections, Writing
© Joan Currie
I could not help but love him, love him,
Till my love grew pain to me.
And to-morrow he weds the Princess
In that palace beside the sea.
from The Mermaiden by Owen Meredith
The sea offered up these treasures for me today.
10 Friday Jun 2011
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© Joan Currie
The loneliness you get by the sea is personal and alive. It doesn’t subdue you and make you feel abject. It’s stimulating loneliness. – Anne Morrow Lindbergh
I often wish that I lived in this charming blue cottage by the sea.
07 Tuesday Jun 2011
Posted in Photography, Reflections, Writing
© Joan Currie
The light, flowing out from under the edge of a parasol of bluish crystal, spilled up against the hand, and made every contour of the skin apparent, exaggerating the powerful knuckles and the veins engorged by the pressure of the arm.
The Hand by Colette
Unlike the protagonist in Colette’s short story, who is repulsed by her new husband’s hand, I find a man’s hand to be very appealing – especially when holding an early morning cup of coffee.
I am also fascinated by the hands of a man when he is chopping wood, hammering, building a fire, baiting a hook, tying a fly fishing lure, braiding dock lines, knotting a tie, putting on cufflinks, shaving, changing a tire, waxing a car, steering an outboard motor, flipping hamburgers on the grill, gripping a golf club, skipping stones, strumming a guitar, painting a fence, petting an animal, and taking my hand.
Satin & Sand 