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Sunday Afternoon – Route 66

21 Tuesday Apr 2020

Posted by sillisoup in Art and Creativity, Covid-19, Photography, Random Thoughts

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This week I had a wonderful Sunday afternoon.  In an effort to combine photographic and exercise goals, I drove down to Central Avenue to wander and to photograph the art and architecture of Route 66.  This historic highway is an important part of Albuquerque’s history and there are many relics of the motels, restaurants, and businesses of its heyday.  Some are repurposed, some are derelict.  This stretch of the old highway goes through Albuquerque’s downtown and Nob Hill districts and there is also much public art from the present era on the buildings.

It was a beautiful day, mild temperatures and those unsurpassed New Mexico blue skies with just enough clouds to make it potographically perfect.  And a photographer’s dream: few people or vehicles.  In fact the traffic on the drive down and back and on Central Avenue was eerily sparse.  This, of course, is the two-edged sword of the Covid-19 restrictions.  The businesses were closed.  The ART busses weren’t running. It was a rare opportunity for uncluttered photographs, but sad and ominous.

As an added bonus, I listened to classic country music on the drive – windows down, excellent stereo in the new Prius. I do love the older country music, although some of it is a little culturally dated, like Willie Nelson singing Good Hearted Woman, followed by Johnny Cash and June Carter’s rendition of It Ain’t Me Babe.  Now if it the “me” in the latter song were June instead of Johnny, that one would have been fixed.

The photos below represent only the few blocks that I walked.  I plan to do this again on another section of the road.

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The DeAnza Motor Lodge repurposed for office space.

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Behind the DeAnza is a modern gated apartment complex.

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Decor on the repurposed DeAnza Motor Lodge

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Area Rapid Transit Sign

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Quiet ART Station

Central Avenue Uninhabited

 

Blogging 101 Days 8 and 9 – Get Lost in Venice

14 Saturday Mar 2015

Posted by sillisoup in Art and Creativity, Random Thoughts, Travel

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I Wonder as I Wander

Venice1 copyA number of years ago a friend and I took a trip to Italy.  We were on a guided bus trip, but for us that just meant transportation and sleeping accommodations.  Our real guide was Rick Steves.  We had his Italy book, and he was our guru.  When we arrived in Venice, Rick said, “Get lost in Venice.”  His point was that the best way to experience that place was just to wander.  It’s an island, for heaven’s sake, you can’t really get lost! He was completely right, of course, and wandering the streets and backways of Venice was the most charming and memorable part of our whole trip.  All these years later, I can still picture the quiet little squares lined with ancient houses and enticing shops and cafes and bordered by canals with boats out of your dream of Italy. And guess what? We made it back!

That experience popped into my head more than once while navigating the assignments for these two days, which were to visit new blogs, browse, view, read, and possibly leave meaningful comments.  Heading into the complicated web of streets that is the blogosphere (and not even the entire blogosphere, just the WordPress portion of it) felt like getting lost.  One blog or link led to another where you might pause to visit and admire or have a chat, then to another where you might look in briefly then pass on by. In many instances, I couldn’t tell you why I arrived at a particular location or how to get back to it. Finally, since we were asked to link to some of our favorites, I began making notes about some blogs that I loved so that I and others could find our way back to them.

As with any good travel experience, I learned a lot. I learned about some of the people who blog.  I learned about what appeals to me when I’m spending my time in the blogosphere. I saw a variety of formats and styles in both the way people express themselves and the way they present their material.  Some of what I saw and read inspired me to examine and improve my own blog.

Great Destinations: Blogs I Loved

I like to read blogs that are well written and articulate.  I love visual interest – photos, drawings or other art work, interesting typography and formatting.  And, of course, topics that appeal to my interests – travel, art, photography, reading.  Here are a few that I found and plan to follow:

Deformedly Gracious

  • Stories both fictional and nonfictional accompanied by delightfully whimsical drawings
  • A favorite post: Moscow Metpo

My Truant Pen

  • Writes about everyday life, weather (she lives in New England-snow central), and my favorites – books and writing
  • Well written, nice photos

And, importantly, the blog listed and linked in the comment below

All of this brings me to part III of today’s post:

An Open Letter to Michelle and Blogging 101

[The format of the below is inspired by and with great respect for one of my new favorite blogs, Sincerely, Becca.  This blog is beautifully written and illustrated and alternates between completely moving and hilariously funny.  One of the writing formats she uses is the letter written to individuals or organizations.  Here’s one I particularly loved: “Dear eHarmony, Should I Talk about Back Fat in My Profile?”]

Dear Michelle W. and Blogging 101,

I can’t decide whether to hate you or thank you!  On the one hand, you have given me the tools and motivation to reactivate my blog and experience other people and even other places.  You’ve encouraged me to think and write more creatively and to communicate with other bloggers.  I feel more mentally stimulated than I have in a long time.  My blog is looking better and better. And I’m super excited about all that I’m learning.

On the other hand, I’m spending hours thinking about what to write, writing, grooming my blog, and strolling through the labyrinth of other blogs. And you’re feeding my technology addiction.  Now, in addition to checking Facebook and email on a regular basis and getting lost in all that information, I have blog checking to add to the distraction. Furthermore there’s the increased vanity, not to say self-worship, of checking all these locations to see if anybody’s talking to me or admiring my clever comments and creative genius.  In the meantime, my house is beginning to look like someone broke in and ransacked it.

OK, so let’s see: learning, new writing and creativity, mental stimulation, and communication with others vs. a clean house and a less inflated ego.  Hmmmm…. THANK YOU it is!!!

Sincerely,

Jeanne

Blogging101 Day Four – Identify Your Audience

06 Friday Mar 2015

Posted by sillisoup in Art and Creativity, Photography

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Note: Wow, this is a tough one.  I’m not sure who my audience is.  Really, though, the assignment is to write a post “that someone in particular will see (and appreciate).”   The idea is that even if we are writing just to write, which to me means writing to either express my thoughts or to figure out where they are going, there’s some particular person or class of persons we are speaking to.  I don’t know.  Maybe this is one of those instances where I’m just trying to figure out where my thoughts are going.  I hope to know by the end of this post who I am writing it for. At this point I don’t feel overly confident of that.

Photography, Guilt, and Self-Appreciation

It’s a beautiful, cold, sunny, snowy day and I’m feeling guilty about not being outside with my camera attempting to make some snow images.  Ever since I decided to get more serious about my photography I’ve been fraught with guilt. (I’m so excited to have an opportunity to use the word fraught!)

As a component of my resolution, I have reactivated my membership in the Fine Arts Camera Club and have begun attending meetings of the Evansville Photography Group.  Both of these groups meet once a month and have Facebook pages where members can post their work and share and discuss all things photographic.  I’ve learned a lot from these folks so far and have enjoyed the learning and the gatherings.  And their work is inspirational.  And it’s also intimidating – both in terms of quality and quantity.  Hence the guilt.  I feel guilty about not sharing my work.  I feel guilty about not taking more images.  I feel overwhelmed about the vastness of what I have yet to learn about equipment, procedure, post-production, software.  Gaaaaaaah!  And, of course, I’m afraid that if I do share my images they won’t be good enough.

One of the first things I learned when I began taking photography classes is that it’s not about the camera, it’s about the image.  In other words, vision trumps equipment.  Now, I’m not sure if my instructors and book authors really believed that, or if they just wanted us to get hooked before we realized how expensive this hobby (or profession, in some cases) really is.  The digital divide does exist in photography. Now that we’ve graduated from film to digital photography more and more of the control of the ultimate image moves from the photographer and the darkroom to the camera and the computer.  Cameras and software are changing and improving almost moment to moment.  If your camera, like mine, is seven or eight years old, its sensor has been surpassed dramatically by more recent models.  And if you are, like me, still on a sharp learning curve with photo editing software use and acquisition…well, you get the idea.  And the new stuff is EXPENSIVE.  And my old stuff was EXPENSIVE, so I don’t want to have to replace it all.

So, that was a long rant and sounds way more negative than I usually try to be.  When you really get down to it, the main problem with my photography is that I don’t do enough of it.  We all know that in order to be good at something you have to do it and do it and then do it some more. Right Malcom? [As an aside, in seeking out a link to Gladwell’s 10,000 hour rule, I found far more links to sites that “debunk” it.  However, I hold firmly to my belief in its value in principle…with certain modifications like adapted practice, obviously. I’m sure even Malcom knows that.]

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Cadillac Ranch

So there are a couple of solutions here.
1. Focus, excuse the pun, more on making photographs.
2. Continue to learn from and be inspired (not intimidated) by my fellow photophiles in the groups that I joined.
3. Continue to learn more about the software and equipment that I currently have and use.
4.  Don’t be so dang vain about sharing.

Well, there I went from “what on earth can I write about” to self analysis.  And really, although this is MY blog, I don’t want to be entirely “I” centered.  That’s just boring to that unidentified reader I am supposed to be writing for today.  Which brings me to the realization that this post was mostly written for my most appreciative reader – myself.  Nice job, Jeanne!  If you’re still with me, thank you! I’ll try to be less self-centered next time.  I promise.

Thoughts Upon Reading David McCullough’s The Greater Journey – Americans in Paris

05 Friday Jul 2013

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Observations thus far (19 pages and two chapters in): First of all, the title of the book is, in my case, very apt since this book is definitely a greater journey than my usual novel reading.  Which, by the way is in no way taking away from the value of reading a well written novel.  It is a greater journey for me because it is so rich in historical, literary, and artistic references that I am constantly having to note, remember, or wonder about the people and events in the story.  I’m left wanting more and excited about what I’m learning.  At the same time, the story is gripping and ever so readable.

I think it’s interesting that “artist” and “writer” were considered noble and popular professions at the time of the story – the first half of the 19th Century.  It seems it was respectable and common for young men (Who cared about young women?! But that’s another story.) to aspire to those professions – at least in urban, educated societies.  We still have artists and writers, of course, but just tell your parents that you’re going to be an English Major, and see what happens!  At best, they’ll suggest a minor in Business.

As a side note to that thought, I wonder if those graduating from high school and college today, with the emphasis in education on “career preparedness” and the move away from arts education and the liberal arts, would have the background information in history, literature, and the arts to understand and enjoy the references in this book.  And if most of the characters and events are new to them, would they enjoy the book?  Maybe.  But it would be harder work.

August 29, 2013

At last, I have finished The Greater Journey: Americans in Paris.  It is a very, very, readable story, but it was slow going because I wanted to study, take notes, and try to remember the history part of it. It was my “study” book, while others I was reading at the same time were more for entertainment (Find Me by Carol O’Connell), book club (The End of Your Life Book Club by Will Schwalbe)  or reference (It Starts With Food by Melissa and Dallas Hartwig).  I’ve decided that I really enjoy having a book going that is something to study, almost like taking a class.  And since history is a subject about which I have much to learn, and since I loved this book so much, I’ve ordered David McCullough’s 1776.  American history is a great place to begin.

Reading and Research Notes:

Frances Elizabeth Appleton LongfellowPainter George P.A. Healey is one of the artists featured in the book.  He arrived in Paris in the 1830s and to study and paint.  [His portrait of Frances (Fanny) Appleton (p.9), who married Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, now resides in the dining room at the Longfellow National Historic Site in Cambridge, MA.]  Ultimately, Healey became one of America’s most noted portrait artists and painted images of many significant figures in American history of both his own time and those who came before.

File:NPWillis-Young.jpgNathaniel Parker Willis, a young and very handsome, “even beautiful,” writer and journalist who traveled to Europe during the period, was later described by Wendell Holmes, another expat of the times, as looking like an “anticipation of Oscar Wilde.” (p. 10)  Love it!  Willis was paid by the New York Mirror and wrote a series of “letters” during the 1830’s about the doings of Americans in Paris and about life in Europe at the time.

A little gossip: Chopin had a love affair with George Sand (p.165).

Commenting on the improvements to Paris made by Napoleon III during the dictatorial second empire (1852-1870), the author says, “And with order and prosperity the people might continue to forget the loss of their essential liberties.” (p. 209)  So Maslow!  If our basic needs are met and we have a degree of “prosperity” , it seems to be human nature to be less likely to question the politics and ethics of our leaders.

Mary Cassat came to Paris with her family at the time of Napoleon III’s coup d’etat.  She was 7.  It is speculated that her interest in painting began then.

Most Americans who came to Paris in the early part of the 19th century arrived by ship at Le Havre and proceeded overland by diligence (a very large stagecoach-like vehicle) for 110 miles southeast to Paris. “Most memorable on the overland trip was a stop at Rouen, halfway to Paris to see the great cathedral at the center of the town…. It was their first encounter with a Gothic masterpiece…far more monumental, not to say centuries older, than any they had ever seen.” (p. 21-22)

 Cast of Characters

Among the Americans living in Paris during the 1830’s and on were artists, writers, and medical students.  At the time, Paris had the most advanced medical schools and hospitals in the world.  Among those studying medicine in Paris were Wendel Holmes, James Jackson, Jr., and Mason Warren.  A school principal, Emma Willard came to Paris to broaden her own education and in turn to improve the curriculum at her school.  Thomas Appleton was uncertain whether he wanted to be an artist or a writer, but while visiting Paris and other locations in Europe, he wrote letters and journals depicting the city and the lives of the Americans who were living there.  Charles Sumner, a lawyer, was “the ultimate industrious scholar” and studied voraciously and widely across disciplines (p.59).

Teacher and writer John Sanderson wanted to be “the Boswell of Paris,” and his book Sketches of Paris: In Familiar Letters to His Friends; by an American Gentleman in Paris “would be widely read on both sides of the Atlantic.” (p. 58)

Other noted writers who spent time in Paris during the period include Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Ralph Waldo Emmerson, and James Fenimore Cooper.

BENJAMIN SILLIMAN. Por Morse, 1825. (Cortesía de la Galería de B. Artes de la Univ. de Yale).

Benjamin Silliman by Samuel Morse

Noted Boston portrait artist George Healey came to Paris to study his art, as did Samuel F.B. Morse, who later achieved his greatest fame as an inventor responsible for the telegraph.  Artists of the time spent a great deal of time copying the masters in the Louvre as part of their training.  Also, Paris’ atelier were considered the best in the world at the time.  Morse’s huge painting Gallery of the Louvre was completed during his student years in Paris. He saw himself as “a cultural evangelical” bringing home the great works to his own people for their benefit and that of the country (p. 65). He went on to paint portraits of many great Americans.  [Note of interest: among Morse’s portraits was one painted in 1825 of Benjamin Silliman, who was his science professor at Yale. Silliman is also one of the faces in the gallery in Morse’s House of Representatives.]

The Louvre was built in the sixteenth century for Catherine de Medici.  It opened as a museum to the public in 1793.  At the time of this book, Parisians were admitted only on Sunday, but, fortunately for the American artists, “etrangers” were welcome every day (p.41).  Appreciation of art, architecture, and beautiful gardens was not confined to only the wealthy.  The French too time to savor “l’entente de la vie,” the harmony of life.  The Americans contrasted this philosophy with the tendency at home to “measure value  [of property] by the capacity to answer some practical, physical need” (p.44).
“…The conviction of the French that the arts were indispensable to the enjoyment and meaning of life affected the Americans more than anything else about Paris….” (p. 47)

Notes from part II

Samuel F. B. Morse went to Paris to study art and became a significant portrait artist.  However, he was also a scientist and is probably best known for his invention of the telegraph in 1938.  In 1844 the telegraph was completed between Washington and Baltimore.  Before the end of the century, transcontinental cable was laid for the telegraph between the US and Europe.  In addition, in 1840, Morse became a portrait photographer using Daguerreotypes.

Richard Rush, American Minister to France secured the bequest from the Englishman James Smithson that made possible the establishment of the Smithsonian Institution (p. 180).

Margaret Fuller, whose “letters from Paris” narrated life in that city for the New York Tribune, died in 1850 with her family on the trip home from France when the ship they were on went down in sight of Long Island (p. 190).

After studying medicine in Paris, Elizabeth Blackwell, the first American woman doctor, founded the New York Infirmary and College for Women (p. 194).

In 1849, William Wells Brown, lecturer, writer, ardent abolitionist, and fugitive slave, spoke at the request of Victor Hugo at an international peace conference to great acclaim from the Parisian people.

Following a long and exhausting tour of England on behalf of the anti-slavery movement, Harriet Beecher Stowe, author of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, came to Paris with her family, keeping her presence in the city as quiet as possible.  She spent a great deal of time visiting the wonders of  Paris and spent many hours viewing art in the Louvre.  She was especially transported by Theodore Gericault’s The Raft of the Medusa.  She saw it as the work of a man “who had not seen human life and suffering merely on the outside, but had felt in the very depths of his soul the surging and earthquake of those mysteries of passion and suffering which underlie our whole existence in this world.” (p.217)

The Shaw Memorial

Sculptor Augustus Saint-Gaudens came to Paris in 1867 at the age of nineteen to study his art.  In describing his early years when he studied at the National Academy of Design, he said, ” I became a terrific worker, toiling every night until eleven o’clock after class was over, in the conviction that in me another heaven-born genius had been given to the world.” (p. 242)  Saint-Gaudens’ rise to success as a sculptor is described in detail in this book and is quite fascinating.  His Farragut Monument, unveiled in 1881 in Madison Square Park in NYC, launched his career as a prolific monumental sculptor.  His Sherman Monument (with Victory) stands at 59th Street and Fifth Avenue at the entrance to Central Park.  Among his other works: the statue of Lincoln in Chicago’s Lincoln Park (1887), The Shaw Memorial in the Boston Common opposite the State House commemorating the 54th regiment massacred in the Civil War in 1863 (commissioned 1884, unveiled in 1897). He died of cancer in Cornish, New Hampshire at age 59.  Later his home became The Saint-Gaudens Memorial and remains a property of the National Park Service.

notes from part iii

French architect Henri Labrouste is credited with saying, “In architecture form must always be appropriate to the function for which it was intended.” Later, Paris-trained American Louis Sullivan amended it to the more well-know “form follows function.”  So in quotations “less is more”?

Henry Adams lived and studied in Paris during the period and was great friends with Augustus Saint-Gaudens.  Adams wrote a monumental multi-volume History of the United States and, more personally, his autobiographical The Education of Henry Adams.   Interestingly, his great-grandfather, John Adams, more than a hundred years earlier at a desk in Paris had written a statement of his purpose in life:

I must study politics and war that my sons may have the liberty to study mathematics and philosophy.  My sons ought to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history, naval architecture, navigation, commerce, and agriculture in order to give their children a right to study paintings, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry, and porcelain.

The Place I Write – My Study Tells the Story of My Life

24 Thursday Jan 2013

Posted by sillisoup in Art and Creativity, Family, Philosophy, Random Thoughts, Weddings

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Note:  This post is written in response to the WordPress Writing Challenge: The Devil is in the Details

my studyThe room faces east, so in the morning, my favorite time to write, the sun streams in the large double window and glows off the terra cotta walls.  In fact, I must reluctantly adjust the blinds to block the rays that hit my face as I sit on one of the two comfy patchwork-patterned club chairs with laptop, my first cup of coffee  on the table beside me.  This room more than any other in my house is a warm embrace filled with the story of my life.  Each of the many family photos hanging on the walls and littering the tops of file cabinet, desk, sewing-machine table, and bookcase  has its own story to tell.  The one on top of the photo-printer of my Mom with her four small children on the grass in front of our home in the “projects” in Cleveland  shortly before my father abandoned our family and her long odyssey into poverty-stricken single motherhood began.  The one of my sister Susan smiling from an outdoor cafe table some forty years later when the five of us returned on what we called the Pilgrimage to Cleveland so our Mother could revisit the city where she grew up, married, and gave birth to four of her five children.  The nose-to-nose portrait of my two happy, beautiful daughters that they had made as a Christmas gift for their parents ten years or so ago when they were still in their twenties.  The close-up of the flawless, wide blue-eyed baby face of my niece, born following three miscarriages to my “baby” sister, whose only heart’s goal in life was to have children.  The snuggling, smiling heads of my Mom and my only brother who spent every week day with her during the two years of her treatment for the cancer that ultimately took her life. The portrait of me taken by the College PR department when I began my 25 year career at Ivy Tech, a favorite of my Mom’s that hung on her picture wall until her house was sold.  I never liked the picture much, but it was her favorite of me, and now I’m thinking I looked much younger, thinner, prettier then.  Pictures of my children, brothers and sisters, nieces, nephews, even one of my ex-husband playfully kissing the cheek of my brother-in-law, all carrying stories of the joys and sorrows of their own lives.  It could be overwhelming – but somehow it’s mostly reassuring to know my place among them.

The other clutter in the room comes from piles of projects.  Magazines to be read, binders and files full of papers to be put away or dealt with.  I’ll turn 65 this year, so there’s a tote-bag full of information on Medicare to wade through.  A box of travel information and mementos that I will use to help me sort and identify the 1500 or so photos I took on my trip with friends this past summer to Hungary, Austria, Yugoslavia, and the Czech Republic.  So much to do.

IMG_2165In one corner of the room, my large desk is surrounded by and cluttered with items of form and function.  I love the framed print by N. A. Noel on the wall above it of a little Amish girl holding a white cat.  It looks so much like my younger daughter and Happy, the cat we had when my girls were growing up.  A tearful Rachel held that cat in her arms years later when, old and ill, it was put to sleep.  Next to that hangs a canvass print of a photo I took of the reading room of the Library of Congress – my Mecca – on that lucky day when a friend and I happened to visit it on a rare day that it was open to the public and photography was allowed.   On the short side of the desk corner wall are four square painted canvasses depicting keyboard symbols  &, !, @, and “.  The chrome and brass desk lamp came from a shopping trip in Indianapolis many years ago during a visit with my friend Sarah One, so designated because of the later acquisition of my friend Sarah Two.  And then, there’s the pencil mug, the Gertrude Stein in the shape of her harsh square face, ears and all, with the small figure of Alice B. Toklas perched on the handle.  This treasure I acquired from a catalog many years ago in another life when I was a stay-at-home mom, gardening, canning, and doing needlepoint.  Also holding desk tools is the green and gold stein, the only remaining memento from my undergraduate years.  And on, and on.  Amazingly, as crowded as the room is with memories and physical clutter, it’s still a restful place for me, a place of comfort.  All the unfinished chores will wait for me.  When I’m here, the lurking threat  of possible boredom disappears.  There will always be something interesting to do.  For now, though, the face of the  baby Ben alarm clock my sister gave me and the sunlight leaving the windows for the roof are reminding me that this day must move on.

On Writing and Interconnectedness

09 Friday Nov 2012

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Recently I received emails on the subject of writing from two different sources.  Seems like a message from the universe.  The first, forwarded to me by a good friend who knows I like to write, comes from James Somers’ blog and is entitled More people should write.  Now, before I get into the details of Somers’ case for writing, let me just say that in my guilty little conscience the title said, “People should write more,” wherein “people” means “I”.   After all, I haven’t written in my blog for over three months.  And, supposedly, I love to write in my blog.  I think I’ve said before that “the hardest part [in writing] is to begin.”  But enough about my guilt – for now.

Mr. Somers contends that when you are in the habit of writing, it changes the way you live.  You pay closer attention to what’s going on around you in anticipation of writing about it.  You’re more curious, more thoughtful.  Writing makes you think.  And when you write, you’re sharing your thoughts with people who care about what you think.  When you write to or for your friends you become closer to them, and in turn you draw thoughtfulness out of them.

Cesky Krumlov, Czech Republic
[Not particularyly relevant – I just thought the post needed an image.]

One of the “amen brother!” comments   that followed his post led me to another blog posting.  This one comes from a computer science major at Sanford University and is titled More people should photograph.  This blogger agreed that writing makes him a more aware and thoughtful person and then describes how photographing people helps him in the same way.  This really hit home for me because of my love for photography and how a passion for creating images makes me more aware of the world.  When you capture an image you’re making a statement about it, you’re interpreting your own vision of it.  It becomes an event and a memory.  But back to the blog post.  Ben Rudolph (I learned his name when he replied to a comment I made on his post), described how, inspired by a facebook page called The Humans of New York, he began photographing people around Stanford he found interesting.  This, he says, expanded his horizons in a way similar to the way writing did.  It made him more aware of people, it allowed him to learn more about them.  Now, all of this really struck me personally because my big barrier to advancing as a photographer is my reluctance to approach strangers I want to photograph.  This reluctance has stopped me from making some images I would loved to have created.  Yet another message from the universe:  Get over it.

The second article about writing that showed up in my email was from the Tomorrow’s Professor email newsletter (coincidentally, sponsored by the Stanford Center for Teaching and Learning).  The article is by Rick Reis and titled The Practice of Writing [#1209, not yet up on the website, but I’m sure it will be soon].  While this piece was perhaps intended more for the “publish or perish” crowd of the academic world, and after all I AM retired, its message resonated for me.  Dr. Reis’ contention is that writing must be nurtured by consistent practice.  He suggests that “we treat writing as a creative, life-inspiring practice,” and that we must overcome the psychological and emotional barriers in ourselves that stand in the way of writing.  He advocates making writing a consistent enjoyable ritual, a “book-marking of time.”  Hmmmmm….self discipline, consistency.

So finally then, all that Web interconnectedness gave me my message from the universe: write, photograph, communicate -consistnetly.  To experience the world more fully and to contribute to it more meaningfully, one must nourish what is worthwhile.  Nourishing takes time and commitment.  We all know that.  But sometimes the universe must conspire to remind us.

Interestingly,  just reading these various postings and planning to write about them as I went through my days filled my mind with other thoughts I want to write about – thus proving their validity, at least for me.  So, another day….

Wedding Season – Part 1

19 Thursday Jul 2012

Posted by sillisoup in Art and Creativity, Family, Food, Lore, Weddings

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Amanda and Jedd Willis
– photo by Erin McCracken

My family’s Wedding Season, as my sister Madeline has dubbed it,  is over, and the confetti is settling.  Amanda Harris (my niece) and Jedd Willis were married on May 26, and Rachel Silliman (my daughter) and Bret Aaker on June 30.  The weddings, like the couples, were very different; but both unions were sources of great happiness for the brides and grooms and for those of us who love them.  I have so much to say about Wedding Season that I’ll have to do it in installments.  This is Part One.  And let me just say that my musings will not necessarily be in chronological order.  On something this big, I find that a more stream of consciousness approach works much better.

The first “official” photo of newlyweds Rachel Silliman Aaker and Bret Aaker from the wedding photographer

Rachel and Bret’s Wedding
One thing I’ve learned as I contemplated writing about the week of my daughter’s wedding is that it’s difficult for me to blog without photographs.  My role as mother of the bride, or as we call it, MOB, limited my ability to walk around shooting pictures of everything.  In retrospect, I wish I had photographed more of the casual moments when no one would have cared that I was poking a camera into her face.  Ah, well, the lifelong list of lost photo ops is long.  I did take some.  As we go along, I’ll illustrate with those taken by others and  with the ones I did take.

The wedding party as depicted by flower-girl daughter Lucy Aaker, age 7

The wedding party as depicted by daughter and flower girl Frances Aaker, age 7

So, the wedding.  First of all, in my mind I’m calling it our Big Fat American Wedding.  Not original, I know, but the description definitely gives you the flavor of  its social complexity.  But first some general statements:

  • After a year of planning, the wedding event was beautiful, happy, and as flawless as these things can be.
  • In spite of all surrounding chaos before, during, and in the aftermath of the wedding, Rachel and Bret were the sanest, calmest bride and groom I’ve ever seen .
  • Many people contribute to the success of such an event and, more importantly, such a union.

Frannie and Lucy Aaker strewing petals along the bridal path
– photo by Amanda Harris Willis

By way of follow-up to my earlier post about the dresses I made for Frannie and Lucy,  here’s Amanda’s picture of the girls as they led the wedding procession.

Since the MOB role prevented me from taking photos during the ceremony, I’ll refer you for now to the wonderful images posted by Rachel’s cousin Emily Gibson on her flickr account.  Her video of the dancing is especially appealing and features the children, the flower-girl dresses, and the bride and groom (not necessarily in order of importance). And here’s her image of the ceremony with the bride’s sister Rebecca officiating and Bret’s son, Henry serving as best man.

More to come on Wedding Season…. I warned you about the randomness.

Gardens, Weddings, and Superheroes

10 Thursday May 2012

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Since I began this blog as a means of sharing and inspiring creative efforts – be they art, writing, crafting, sewing, cooking, cooking, or cooking – I though a little update on that front would be in order.  I must confess that in the wake of Mark Bittman Month, I’ve been pretty uneven on the cooking front – sticking pretty much with the old and new familiars.  (But I’m discovering from casual conversation with those around me that just cooking is more adventurous than average.)  I did bake a banana cake with white chocolate buttercream icing from The Cake Bible for my friend Ann’s birthday.  It was my first attempt at buttercream, and it did turn out well.  And, incidentally, it goes straight to the top of the Beyond Decadent food list.

Since my daughter Rachel is getting married in June, I turned my efforts to a sewing project.  I made dresses for her soon-to-be daughters, who will be flower girls in the wedding.  (I thought it was interesting that they chose this designation over junior bridesmaid.)  Frannie and Lucy are fraternal twins and are six years old – and adorable.  It was great fun making their princess dresses.  Because I wanted the dresses to have it all, it was a challenging project, but it helped that I had the consultation services of my friend Sarah, an excellent and well-equipped seamstress.  Here’s a picture of the dresses.  I’ll share another filled with little girls at a later date.

I just recently completed a gardening project that was long in the planning.  It’s a flower bed around the edges of my screened-in porch.  Now I can gaze upon beautiful flowers while sitting in my favorite room.

Well, I’m hoping that this justified my creative existence for now.

Apropos of nothing, I’m headed off to see a matinee of The Avengers this afternoon.  I love superheroes – and Robert Downey, Jr.   Fun!!

Creativity Month: Output

20 Monday Feb 2012

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I’m sitting this morning in a ray of sunshine in my favorite room in my house.  It’s my study/sewing/sitting room, a converted bedroom with cozy club chairs and an ottoman in addition to the desk, files, supply closet, and sewing machine.  All of this is very appealing to me, but the key element is the east-facing window that allows the morning sun to wash in and fill the room.  It’s hard not to feel happy here in the morning – especially with a cup of coffee at my side.

So, as declared in my last post, February is Creativity Month, which works out well for me because in the past few years my friend Jane and I have had a lot of fun creating home-made valentines.  This year we drew upon the resources of one of my favorite artists, Robert Sabuda.  Mr. Sabuda, if you are not already aware, is the creator of many exquisite pop-up books, several of which are in my collection of children’s books.  He also has patterns for do-it-yourself pop-up cards on the Internet:  http://robertsabuda.com/popmake/index.asp .  We downloaded patterns for some of them and used old (fabulously beautiful) calendar pictures and watercolor paper to create valentines.

I also got busy sewing and made a set of cocktail napkins out of coordinating fun fabrics for Rebecca and a yellow lobster pillow for Rachel.  I failed to take a picture of the pillow before sending it off, but the fabric is one of my all-time favorites.  Here’s a shot of it.

Nothing like holding yourself accountable for enhancing productivity!

On the cooking front, I also created a new favorite soup.  It all started when my friend Ann guilted me into making a coconut cake.  (This was not difficult to do, as just the thought of coconut cake makes me salivate.)  At about the same time, I found myself craving mashed potatoes, so I invited Ann and her husband Wall and my friends Sarah II and Paula II (more on the IIs in a later post, perhaps) over for dinner and made roast chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and steamed broccoli as a preliminary to the coconut cake.  Remarkably, and perhaps because we knew there was cake for dessert, there were leftovers.  So, the next day I boiled the chicken carcass for broth, added chopped onions, celery, and carrots (the mighty triumvirate) and then the leftover gravy, mashed potatoes, broccoli, and chicken.

Leftover Soup

The potatoes gave it a creamy texture and the seasonings from the roast chicken (thank you, Barefoot Contessa!!! http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/perfect-roast-chicken-recipe/index.html ) added incredible savor.  The soup was almost as good as the original dinner, although two things were missing – the fun friends and the coconut cake, the leftovers of which I made sure left my house promptly.

OK then, only a week and a half left of Creativity Month.  I’d better get busy.

Bittman Month Concludes – Where to from here?

03 Friday Feb 2012

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Random Beautiful Food

Wrapping Up Mark Bittman Month

Granted, it’s now February 3, but I don’t want to enter a new month/era without concluding the reportage on my month of Mark Bittman.  Let me be clear, however: I plan to continue cooking from The Food Matters Cook Book.  I have in no way exhausted my appetite for his style of cooking.  It is time, however, to move on to a new  blog topic and a new monthly challenge.  More on that to follow.  As January drew to a close, I tried the recipe for Super-Simple Mixed Rice, a Zillion Ways (don’t you love that title?).  This approach takes brown rice to a whole new level of tastiness with dried porcini mushrooms, tomatoes, herbs, cannellini beans, and parmesan cheese.  The end product is a creamy rissoto-like concoction without all the stirring.  I must say that “super-simple” might be a slight overstatement, but it’s fairly easy.  Mark offers several variations.  I really like how adding the beans to the dish adds protein and substance.  With a salad and some nice bread, this could be a meal in itself.

My next recipe was Creamy Navy Bean and Squash Gratin with Bits of Sausage.  I made it to take over to my friends Bob and Laurel when I invited myself for dinner – and brought dinner.  This really was easy to make and allowed me to use Italian sausage guilt free since it’s more of a seasoning than a main player in this dish.  Even though there was only four ounces of sausage in the whole batch (four generous servings with leftovers), it added a lot of flavor.

Last Thursday I made Cassoulet with Lots of Vegetables for my book club.  [Just a side-note about book club:  this is a group of women who have been meeting once a month for many years.  We read and discuss wonderful books, talk, drink wine, and eat.  We take turns hosting the meeting and providing the food.  When we started out, food would consist of a dessert.  If you were in charge of food and had a busy day you might even stop by the supermarket bakery and pick something up.  There are several good cooks in the group, and gradually the food bar rose.  Maybe an appetizer and dessert.  Then someone added soup or a main dish.  Now, the food is always plentiful and includes either several appetizers and dessert or a full meal.  We’ve tried to lower the bar – after all, this creates something of a burden for the person in charge of food – but it never works.  Nobody wants to be the one to show up with a supermarket cake and some cheese and crackers.  Besides, we all love to eat!] The cassoulet was tasty and hearty on a winter night, but I think I overcooked it.  I used sausage and pork chops for the meat and was worried that they might not be done in the time indicated.  I think next time I’ll use thinner chops so I won’t have to worry about that.  Nonetheless, my fellow bookclubbers seemed to like it.  But they’re a generous group.

In concluding the Bittman chronicles, I just want to add that I think the man owes me royalties.  At least four people I know have either purchased the book or plan to.  They won’t regret it.  But c’mon, Mark, really.  I think you owe me.

And Now, Where to for February?

I’m designating February asCreativity Month.  This is a direct challenge to myself to get out there and do some photography – although I don’t plan to limit February’s creativity to photography.  In fact, I already have some creative projects in the works spurred by the imminence of Valentine’s Day.  I really don’t like Valentines day for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is my cynicism.  However, I like to react to it creatively and have had fun in years past making valentines with my best friend, Jane.  We already have plans in the works for this year’s version, which I will share after the fact.  Also, I’ve begun some projects for Valentine’s gifts.  In addition, there’s a very exciting sewing project afoot wherein I plan to make dresses for my granddaughters-to-be for the wedding of their Daddy, Bret, to my daughter Rachel.  More on that as we progress.

OK, now here’s a direct challenge to my fellow Sausage Soup blog participants.  We created Sausage Soup as a vehicle for family/friend creativity.  So join in!  After all, February is Creativity Month! (Because I said so.)

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