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Showing posts with label Georgia O'Keeffe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Georgia O'Keeffe. Show all posts

Sunday, May 24, 2026

Poppies

 


Afloat Poppy by Under my Umbrella blog


By Amanda Richardson...British fabric/textile artist....Penberth Valley..land's end.. Cornwall, England UK

Oriental Poppies (2021) by Northumberland-based British watercolour artist, Mary Ann Rogers



by Mihai Olteanu

Iceland Poppies by Roulette


Georgia O'Keeffe's Poppy VI


Canyon Poppies..hand dyed and painted silks and cottons...by Karel Hendee...American quilt artist..silk painter..educator


Georgia O'Keeffe 1927 Red Poppy - two views with different shades of red reproduced.




Photo from Facebook


Poppy Platter, after O'Keefe, by Barbara Rogers, ceramic




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I have never had illusions about the value of my individual contribution! I realized early that what a man or a woman does is built on what those who have gone before have done, that its real value depends on making the matter in hand a little clearer, a little sounder for those who come after. Nobody begins or ends anything. Each person is a link, weak or strong, in an endless chain. One of our gravest mistakes is persuading ourselves that nobody has passed this way before.”  

American journalist, Ida Tarbell, best known for The History of the Standard Oil Company, in 1902 that exposed the questionable business practices of the Standard Oil Company.

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Sharing a bit late to Floral Friday Fotos

Monday, March 30, 2026

From the internet

 

By Susan Seddon Boulet - The Ancient Ones

Dandelion lidded jar by Claire Prenton

Photo by Jay Spring





Fiber art by Eileen Williams


By Kaoru Yamada 

By Georgia O'Keeffe


And this is my collected photos from Facebook posts last week. Sorry no good theme to tie them together!

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Read every day something no one else is reading. 
Think something no one else is thinking. 
It is bad for the mind to be always a part of unanimity.
    - Christopher Morley

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A quick note with full face from Tanbark Ridge yesterday, March 29.  I took my next door neighbor up to our back yard, as she’d never been on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  Her phone has an app which takes panoramas still while mine has quit.


Friday, March 20, 2026

Ostara!

 

Ostara is the ancient festival of the Spring Equinox, the moment when day and night stand in perfect balance before the light begins its slow victory over darkness. For many witches and old pagan traditions, this was the true awakening of the earth after the long silence of winter.
The name Ostara is often linked to the Germanic spring goddess Ēostre, a deity associated with dawn, fertility, and renewal. In old folklore she was connected to hares and eggs, symbols that represented life emerging again from the stillness of winter. These symbols would later echo through history and appear in modern spring traditions.
But beneath the folklore, Ostara is really about rebirth.
For months the land rests beneath the cold grip of winter. Seeds lie hidden beneath frozen soil, waiting patiently for warmth and light. When the equinox arrives, something begins to stir again. The days grow longer, animals return, and the earth slowly begins to breathe.
For witches, Ostara has long been a time of planting intentions. Just as farmers place seeds into the soil, practitioners place their hopes, goals, and visions into the energetic current of the coming year. What is planted now, in thought, action, and spirit has the chance to grow as the light strengthens.
The deeper magic of Ostara is balance. Light and darkness share the sky equally, reminding us that life moves in cycles rather than permanent states. Just as winter eventually releases its hold, every difficult season in our own lives carries the potential for renewal.
Ostara is the reminder that transformation rarely arrives all at once. It begins quietly, beneath the surface, long before the world can see it.

Just like the first green shoots pushing through the soil, new life is already finding its way back to the light.

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O'Keeffe


Have you ever walked past an empty patch of dirt, a cracked sidewalk, or a neglected roadside planter and thought it could use a little life?

That instinct is behind guerrilla gardening—a grassroots movement where people plant flowers or native plants in overlooked urban spaces. How does this help with climate change? Even small patches of greenery can cool overheated streets, soak up stormwater, and create habitat for other urban wildlife.

People are experimenting with this idea in creative ways. Last week in Toronto, I met a student who was planting native seeds in public areas around the city. In Los Angeles, artist Doug Rosenberg built a temporary wetland in the concrete channel of the LA River, creating a small patch of habitat that quickly attracted birds and other wildlife. In the UK, gardener Harry Smith-Haggett used plants to highlight local problems in Horsham. He filled potholes with flowers, drawing attention to dangerous roads and prompting repairs.

In London, environmental activist Ellen Miles has been transforming overlooked corners of her neighborhood into mini-oases filled with pollinator-friendly plants. After sharing her adventures online, she has inspired others to do the same! She says part of the appeal is the immediate impact: “A lot of activism can feel intangible. With guerrilla gardening, you see the results. It’s empowering.”

Planting in public spaces can sometimes fall into a legal gray area. As this article explains, “authorities often turn a blind eye—so long as it doesn’t cause damage, obstruction or a public nuisance.” But the safest way to participate is by supporting local greening efforts: planting native species in your own yard or apartment balcony, volunteering with a community garden, or working with local groups to add pollinator habitat in your neighborhood.

With the first day of Northern Hemisphere spring arriving March 20, now is the perfect time to get started. Don’t forget to talk about what you’re doing with others, and get your community involved too!

Thanks Katharine Hayhoe

Monet





Japanese best-selling writer, Haruki Murakami, on why hard times make us better.

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” 

Source: Kafka on the Shore

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Meditations on Life. My morning thoughts today.  










Friday, August 1, 2025

Blog number 3000

 This is the 3000th, at least in this blog series, not counting my other blogs!

Someone might say I have a lot to say...

Rabbit Rabbit! Wishing good things come in this new beginning of a month!


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How about "Portraits, old and new"


Alfred Stieglitz and Georgia O’Keeffe, 1939 Photo by Ansel Adams


Frida Kahlo's painting, Diego and me. It shows exactly how much he was on her mind.

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Please forgive me for family portraits...they are what's in the files!


Cinnamon, the mother of two of my grandchildren. I still count her as a good friend, though she and my son, Marty, divorced several years ago.


More "Way Back" photos. Here we lived in Thompsonville CT, and my young sailor Marty was about 4, while little Russ was at least 13 months old, with my husband Doug, and myself getting leafy knees.




A bit later, son Marty sported a crew cut, I had some blond highlights, and Russ had most of his glorious blond curls cut off (which didn't last long!)


Fast forward to after my 1971 divorce from Doug, and here's Russ (around 5-6) in front of our mobile home. Below he's on Doug's lap as the 70s hairstyles allowed long locks for boys and men. Russ may have had a comb and brush, but a lot of good it did!


And yes, Russ is the son who grew up to have the wedding portrait leaning into a kiss and holding up his bride Michelle (used as header for the week of July 13)



Marty's second wife is Barbara, and here's their wedding picture. (used as header the week of July 20) (I don't have a photo of his wedding to Cinnamon, as it was before digital cameras!)


A young man (my youngest son Tai) that doesn't mind wearing a flower crown. They were making these. Not sure what the fair/function might have been, but flowers are always uplifting!


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Today's quote:

“Every important social movement reconfigures the world in the imagination. What was obscure comes forward, lies are revealed, memory shaken, new delineations drawn over the old maps: it is from this new way of seeing the present that hope emerges for the future...Let us begin to imagine the worlds we would like to inhabit, the long lives we will share, and the many futures in our hands.” ― Susan Griffin
Painting by Helena Nelson Reed



Happy Lammas, first harvest gives grains for bread making!

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Sharing with Sepia Saturday for tomorrow. A big thank you to Alan who puts together this meme. Stop on over to add your own old favorite photos, or just check out those who do!


Sepia Saturday says:

It is summer. We are sat on the pier. We have our overcoats on because it is Britain and it is cold. Everything is all right and everything is as it should be .... except the world seems to be tilting to the left. For those who like to look for themes for their Sepia Saturday offerings, there are themes a plenty here - from flat caps to straw baskets. For those who just like sharing old photographs why not get yourself off your seat and share your photos on or around Saturday 2nd August 2025 and add a link to the list below. 


Sunday, May 11, 2025

Honoring those who've gone before

Today is Mother's Day here in the US


Poppy, Georgia O'Keeffe, 1927

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Sharing a short video which I saw on another blog yesterday. Thanks Love is a Place!





Story by Gabriel (Brian) Andreas, with art by Matthew Andreas

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I think I'd like to remember some women who influenced me through the years, who are no longer with us.







Maternal great grandmother, after whom I was named (Barbara Booth.) She raised her 4 daughters, and then helped raise my mother when my mom's father and then step-father died before she was 10.



Let's not forget the religious persecutions of women in my family. I recorded more details on my other blog, "Three Family Trees" about the 1692 witch trial of Mary Lovett Tyler, (1651-1732).  She was my 7 times great Aunt, married to Hopestill Tyler (1646-1734). It's an interesting and convoluted story, but basically she and her husband had to move out of town to live in New London CT, instead of Andover, MA.


I use this photo to designate an individual who was accused as a witch or was an accuser. Some individuals who were accused were eventually found not guilty, some were cleared, but some were hung. It's quite possible one of the judges who decreed the women to hang had also been an ancestor!


Center is my grandmother on paternal side, known to her many granddaughters as "Gummy." She lived a lot of her life in Houston TX, died in 1964. The little girl to the left in the photo is my sister, who died in 2017, and myself to right and hoping not to die for a while yet! Gummy was very much a matriarch of the Rogers family for her 78 years.


My family of origin...sister Mary Rogers Miller (1946-2017) myself and my mother, Mataley Rogers (1917-2003), taken by my father probably in 1959.


Yet another woman artist who influenced my life was Mary Cassett. 
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And then for my pottery muse, Mary Caroline Richards - (Blog post in 2011)

Mary Caroline Richards (July 13, 1916, Weiser, Idaho – September 10, 1999, Kimberton, Pennsylvania) was an American poet, potter, and writer best known for her book Centering: in Pottery, Poetry and the Person.

 Educated at Reed College, in Portland, Oregon, and at the University of California at Berkeley, she taught English at the Central Washington College of Education and the University of Chicago, but in 1945 became a faculty member of the experimental Black Mountain College in North Carolina where she continued to teach until the end of the summer session in 1951.

 It was her teaching experience and growth as an artist while at Black Mountain College that prepared the foundation for most of her work in life, both as an educator and creator. Later in life, she discovered the work of Rudolf Steiner and lived the last part of her life at a Camphill Village in Kimberton, PA. In 1985, while living at the Kimberton Camphill Village she began teaching workshops with Matthew Fox at the University of Creation Spirituality in Oakland, CA during the winter months. Mary Caroline Richards died in 1999 in Kimberton, PA

A wonderful film about her life.


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Today's quote: 

There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.



Amazon Goddess figure.