Blue Sphere…
14 Saturday Apr 2012
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14 Saturday Apr 2012
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10 Tuesday Apr 2012
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Today a frock the color of a rose had been put on her, and Mariette had bought some real buds and made her a wreath to wear on her black locks. She had been learning a new, delightful dance in which she had been skimming and flying about the room, like a large rose-colored butterfly, and the enjoyment and exercise had brought a brilliant, happy glow in to her face. – from A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett
I, too, have been learning to waltz in my rose-colored frock.
08 Sunday Apr 2012
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03 Tuesday Apr 2012
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She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
from Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Often I am happier on my own.
Model – Lauren DiMarco on Oakland Bay Bridge
02 Monday Apr 2012
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So Spring must dawn again with warmth and bloom,
Or in this world, or in the world to come:
Sing, voice of Spring!
Till I too blossom and rejoice and sing.
from The First Spring Day by Christina Rossetti
Donning bright yellows and golds always lifts my spirits!
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20 Tuesday Mar 2012
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© Joan Currie
She is a woman whose life is crowded with not-unpleasant errands and with the entrapment of fragrant, familiar, and sometimes enchanting items, all of which possess a reassuring, measurable weight and volume.
from Dying For Love in Dressing Up For The Carnival by Carol Shields
I would rather crowd my life with love…
Silk top made in India
25 Saturday Feb 2012
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© Anna Landa
Farewell
By Mona Currie
Say, can we know
That we’re to be put out
Of long established house and home and hearth,
Uprooted like a tree and thrown into
A stream of life as so much flotsam is?
If fate decrees
Then with some poise and pride
We should elect the when and how and where
Of place and time and method used to leave,
Thus not become an object to deride.
Model: Lauren DiMarco
12 Sunday Feb 2012
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© Joan Currie - The South San Francisco Bay
Plum-purple was the west; but spikes of light
Spear’d open lustrous gashes, crimson-white;
(Where the eye fix’d, fled the encrimsoning spot,
And, gathering, floated where the gaze was not;)
And through their parting lids there came and went
Keen glimpses of the inner firmament:
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
I basked in the glorious but fleeting sunset.
12 Sunday Feb 2012
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© Ryan Chua
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
from I Knew a Woman by Theodore Roethke
Thinking back to my best Valentine’s Day celebrations…
Model: Lauren DiMarco
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25 Wednesday Jan 2012
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© Joan Currie – Wingback Chair Watercolor
Fraenkel loved my home, the idea of a house, a home as a pivot, a base, a hub. Henry, the vagabond, was amazed at Fraenkel’s assertion that this was necessary to creation, that rolling and drifting prevented growth, that this was the way to grow and expand. – from the Diary of Anaïs Nin
The muse visits me when I am curled up reading in my favorite wingback chair.
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