Friday, May 28, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Amidst life's vicissitudes, joy!
A double header:
Erin Kate gets her masters degree from UW Madison
on same day.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
I bought two (2)
The price is $40. per pound.
So now I have two morels in a painted wooden tray I've had since around 1958 - 60. The tray was done by Joan Beringer Pripps of Springstead in the Wisconsin northwoods. Her place was called 'Studio in the Woods.' Of itself, her tray is a glorious sight. (Find Pripps on the internet. She passed away after a ong and prolific life, in 2006.)
So this will be the visage when Dee gets home. The pungent odor will be pervasive, I hope. Then we will cut the two morels up and sautee them in butter.
It was quite an extravangence, but money flows more freely when at the market next to the mighty and rushing Fox River.
It is the merry month of May.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Were the hungry birds swallows or swifts?
Flights, hordes of birds like this circled, dove
and acrobatically changed direction
on a dime
this morning outside my window
over the Fox River
I took many photos to get this one
that shows configuration
They zig-zagged over the downtown
voraciously feeding, I think,
on an insect hatch
that happened in the waters today;
a beautiful day
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
What Do Teachers Make?
"You want to know what I make? I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make, Mr. CEO?"
His jaw dropped, he went silent.
Monday, May 10, 2010
I shoot a few pictures, my want,
and discover that I can see over the Clarke Hotel
across the street to a distant
far view of 'hospital hill'
Madison Street climbs the steep hill
to the hospital and other environs
Craigie and I used to hang out in a rented house
at the dog leg to the left, near the crest
Mother Denise climbed that hill
over and over
when I was sick
(of livin' and skeered of dying)
Kept a long year's watch
night and day
(day and night,
I was the one......)
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Vendors hawked freshly-found morels.
The old painted sign for Friedman's Clothes has even been redone. That business hasn't been there for years. Something else occupies the front space. My father, after WW II and his divorce from my mother, used to live above that store. Now I live just across the street from there.
Life does seem to be circular......
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
The Enlightened One rests atop a step ladder that we're pretty sure will remain in the dining area. A candle will be placed in his folded hands, a small candle, nondescript, the light being the thing.
Across the Five Points sit some roof ventilators, directed by the wind to face downwind. They resemble metal maidens. They turn, swivel, as the wind blows so as not to admit downdrafts.