No inscription. No date. Just sitting on the dock of the bay...Some random friday photo links:
* Rinne Allen
* Mary Ellen Bartley
* Juliane Eirich
* and a Gumball Machine on 20x200
A happy weekend to you all!
No inscription. No date. Just sitting on the dock of the bay...
New pencils! All sharpened and ready to go. I have a few little projects in the works, which I hope to share with you all in the near future. On a related note, one of my favorite images is a photograph of the pencils from Frank Lloyd Wright's desk, taken the day he died in April 1959. Such a simple and beautiful tribute to projects completed...and a poignant reminder of those left undone.
On the menu this week: fresh bread and smoked mozzarella, pasta tossed with asparagus, and tomato salad with basil. For fun, I picked up green and purple basil ~ and I am inspired! This pesto looks divine, and so does this cocktail (from my favorite restaurant, no less).
The sunday market was a crazy beautiful assault on the floral senses. Yes, these were for real! A sea of peonies (just for Courtney), and pots of poppies, delphiniums, and lilacs. I did not need to be reminded that it is a two-week peony season to snap some up (even if they were a bit on the pricy side). I spent most of the weekend painting the apartment, so this riot of color was a welcome break from staring at white(ish) walls. More from the market tomorrow...let's just say I will be eating well this week.
Found in Maine last summer. No inscriptions or date. Just a subtle reminder that it is time to pull out those white shorts (or not!).
I know it is odd for an urbanite such as myself to be so hopelessly obsessed with dirt. Without a patch of my own to till, I have been cyberstalking my friend Greer's garden. Between writing her dissertation, and whipping off exhibition reviews, she has created her own personal Eden. When she moved into her house several years ago, the only thing in the backyard was a grapevine. Now it brims with lilacs, peonies and lush green ferns. Since early April I have been watching as little seedlings have transformed under her green thumb into a myriad of tomato, eggplant and basil plants, most of which were recently transferred to a wonderful new vegetable container.
My friend G asked if I would share what I have been (and will be) eating this week. Truth be told, I went out to dinner last night (mmmm...pizza with wild mushrooms and proscuitto)! However, this evening I have a lump crab cake waiting for me and a pile of steamed asparagus. I have learned that fresh asparagus does not keep very well in the fridge, so I generally buy several bunches and steam it all right away. Then I just serve it cold, or toss it in with a salad. My buddy Steve makes the most divine curried mayonnaise, which he serves as a dipping sauce for cold asparagus. And though I am not privy to his secret recipe, I have been using this one (minus the cayenne) and really like it. Plus, it is fabulous on sandwiches!
Well, I guess April showers do bring May flowers! There was a glorious riot of color at the market yesterday ~ strawberries, rhubarb, asparagus, fresh herbs. Mmmmm, I will eat well this week.
Another recent eBay find. No inscription or date. But, clearly, cake cutting is serious business!
One of those perfect days in Washington ~ bright blue skies and puffy white clouds. I escaped from the office for a bit and took a little walk after lunch. It feels like summer is in the air.
"Things to buy: pig - apples - cidder - asparugus - milk - eggs - salad - cheese - bread - mushrooms - butter - flowers - yarn - tomatoes - sauce - pasta - gelato - soap."
Walker Evans once said that photography "is the capture and projection of the delights of seeing; it is the defining of observation, full and felt." To some people that just comes naturally. My mom is one of those people. It took her 63 years to pick up a camera, but I am awfully glad she did. Every day she sends us the most beautiful postcards from home (and beyond) ~ here.
Found this past winter in Maine. No date or inscription. I just love the white dresses ~ and the little nosegay tucked into the waistband.
The east coast has been wrapped in a dark grey blanket of rain and clouds for the past week. The trees seem to like it however ~ and airy spring blossoms have given way to a canopy of rich green leaves. There is a funny sort of aura that accompanies all that greeness. A heaviness. Maybe it's that after the winter, I am not used to everything being so full.
I am such a push over for a formal walled garden. Fountains, boxwood parterres, marble statues ~ fabulous! Naturally, Hillwood has it all going on. Marjorie Merriweather Post oriented this French-style parterre garden so that she had a bird's-eye view of it from her bedroom window. The perfect sanctuary (I imagine myself hiding out there with a wide-brimmed straw hat and some delicious romance novel). The grounds of the estate also include a Japanese-style rock garden, a rose garden, a putting green, and a "friendship walk" lined with azaleas, wisteria, hydrangea, and English boxwood.
It was a rainy, gray weekend in Washington ~ the perfect excuse to go hang out in the glitz and glamour of Hillwood Museum. I was thrilled that a certain architect was able to join us ~ as much merriment ensued! Fabergé fabulousness aside, can you guess where my favorite spot was? Lots more to say about Hillwood, but for now I will titillate you with some of Marjorie's 2500 orchids.
Found by my friend Anne ~ no inscription or date. I love the halter tops and palazzo pants.