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Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts

Monday, October 13, 2025

Now seriously...NOT!

 


"5 Pallas cats in their natural habitat" - I wonder how much AI contributed to this photo. Wait wait, don't they all have the same face?


Last December morning...this is where I park my car. This is why I don't go out between dark and dawn....though they might be out earlier. In case you are wondering, this is the work of black bears. And last week other bins were also opened or turned over. They are still awake around here.

Yesterday morning the bins were turned over, but no trash was strewn about. Sorry Mr Bear...must not have been anything ready to pull out of the sealed bins.


The overlook at Mount Mitchell. I've not been there recently. Actually in no hurry to climb back up the last 300 feet of slope. I'm out of breath just walking 30 feet.

Machu Pichu, Peru with Llama. Speaking of slopes!

Telluride, Colorado first snow. Not my photo. OK, that's enough of these mountain slopes, don't you think?








Thursday, July 17, 2025

Beauty and love (and Good Trouble)


 


My neighbor's planters with abundant flowers!

Summertime at Lake Tomahawk, 2025


An unframed version of wedding photo of Michelle and Russ Heym, April, 2000. 



Some of the wonderful people at my son Marty Heym and Barbara Baker's wedding in May, 2019. Barbara is in the great white hat. Marty on far right with bow tie. I know Beverly Baker is in center with the black lace dress. But the rest of the folks are unknown to me.


Hiking in Colorado, 2025, here Kendra uses 2 poles on rocky trail.


I love this with Kendra stretching her hair out while by her left elbow Zora has her tongue hanging out. They made it to this wonderful flower-flung place of rest!

Family portrait with Zora dog, Kendra and Tai Rogers, 2025 July.

Today's quote:

We cannot have harmony and balance in our lives if we forget to include the Earth and natural rhythms in our lives.

An old photo:


Myself as bridesmaid for my friend Rosie, in 1962. (Dress was pale blue chiffon which I never wore again.)



Today there will be demonstrations of "good trouble" as taught by Congressman John Lewis.

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Personal update!
I found it!

In a file folder between "Pets papers" and "Pottery," was one called "Papers - Important." And there was my original birth certificate. I received it from my parents when I got my first passport in 1963.


I do hope that will serve, it has numbers and a seal of Texas.


Thursday, May 8, 2025

Our beautiful world

 I think this is lovely

By Catherine Nelson from the internet

For Thankful Thursday
And Floral Friday Fotos
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The white flowers by the golfcourse.


Rhododendrons by the golf course


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Incidentally, the pneumonia came on  the very next day after I went to sit-r-cise. So maybe 1.) pushing myself isn't a good idea, or 2.) not wearing a mask and sharing breath with lots of older people - may give me these problems.  So I don't plan to attend any more.

But I do need to rehabilitate my lungs again! After the hospital stay, they gave me the antibiotic (Dicyclomine) which doesn't work any more, as well as continued a couple more days of steroids. So after a few days of trouble breathing, and vision difficulties, I asked for Levaquin again. The PA gave me a high dose for short time, so I took it while in Colorado. And still continued to nebulize every day, twice a day.

Levaquin has now been prescribed for another bacteria that showed in my lungs by a sputum test a couple of weeks ago (after I got home from my trip.)  I'm now on high dose for 2 weeks. So I'll be off it May 13. It has to be taken 2 hours before or after my other drugs. I tried taking it in the afternoon, and thought that was why I couldn't get to sleep. But now after taking it first thing in the morning, I have had 3 more nights of trouble getting to sleep.  Good thing I'm seeing my doctor next week for my physical.

It helps me to write this here, though I should move all the details to my personal blog. Since I can't do much of anything outside (sun sensitivity from antibiotic, thank you very much) and lack of breath for walking...I sit inside and listen to my Dan Brown book (Origin) on audio. It is somewhat tiresome to hear how convoluted he weaves his characters' lives and the cliff hangers of trials, but it's something to listen to while trying to be sleepy.

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Looking through the glass door of the downstairs at the Lakeview Center


A town budget here in Black Mountain where I live hasn't been focused on repairing the Lakeview Center, where flood waters from Lake Tomahawk damaged the downstairs areas. And when the walls were cleared, damage from a previous fire was seen, so the repairs will be more extensive than first thought. A lot of seniors attended the town meeting before the budget was passed, but so far nothing has been done to help this community gathering place. The nearby golf course is also damaged, and the town published to residents to not try to mow the overgrown greens themselves, as they might damage them (or themselves.)


Unused golf course gives a nice view of the Black Mountains where the Blue Ridge Parkway runs.

As these scars remain on our landscape, many lives have yet to return to their necessary living status...though efforts to share resources continue. Once a week Bounty and Soul comes to my apartment complex to give away free produce (usually past it's "sell date" donated from nearby grocers). 

The other day I arrived early to pick up my still-available hot lunch at the closed senior center, provided for discount by the Council on Aging. I wonder how long that program will survive with the current political attitudes. Being early I saw a line of people formed in front of the closed pool shower building nearby...mostly Latinos. Cars would drive up and drop off another mom and sometimes a child or an infant, and they would join the line. 

I asked a man standing sort of separate from the others, "What's happening? 

He said they were there to pick up apples and things.

I asked the coordinator of our lunch program the same question. She said a church in Hickory had been coming once a week with free food ever since the hurricane.  I knew that the same area had provided hot meals for a long time after the hurricane.

Yes, Mr. Rogers was right. Look for the helpers.

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Emergence Magazine sends out a newsletter to which I subscribe. Here's the short 12 minute film and poem about Being Part European. It shows many cultural artifacts housed in a warehouse. It's poignant and speaks to western civilization's privileged status.

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Today's quote:

A harbor, even if it is a little harbor, is a good thing, since adventurers come into it as well as go out, and the life in it grows strong, because it takes something from the world, and has something to give in return.
 -Sarah Orne Jewett, poet and novelist (1849-1909)

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I'm  also reminded of the empty US harbors since tRump enacted his ludicrous tariffs. The rest of the world may just going along blissfully while isolating the US.



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Hammer Creek in Lebanon County, Pennsylvania


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Thrown and altered medium size pitcher.

Saturday, September 8, 2018

Stand up for...

What do you stand up for?


I started thinking about this today.
A friend stood up for herself against a bully.  She stood up for justice.
She stood up for women's rights.
She stood up for fair treatment for everyone.

What do I stand up for?

I stand up for Women's Rights.



I stand up for beauty.

I stand up for love.

I stand up for peace in this world.


I stand up for life.




Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Beauty is...

A family picture on someone's front steps.  The women have their pretty hair, their pretty frocks, their lipstick probably.

Does that make them beautiful?  I wonder...
I'm submitting this to Sepia Saturday this week.  There will probably be some other bloggers who are more successful at following the topic.



the men have sweaters, ties and my grandfather has a hat.  But the women don't have on hats.  And maybe one is holding a purse as if she's going somewhere.  But I don't think so.  I think they just came out in the cold just to take their picture to remember this event.  Maybe Christmas, maybe Thanksgiving.

The photo is cited in the album from the back row, from left to right is Chauncey, George (my father) unknown man (listed as Billy Seaman) and then in the hat, Poppy (George Rogers Sr.).
In the front on the left is my mother, then Zulie (Julie?) Winslow (Seaman) then "Aunt Jim" (a woman I don't know) then my grandmother Ada Rogers.

I am unable to find any interest in the prompt for Sepia Saturday this week...showing a woman getting her hair done and a manicure.  I haven't indulged in that kind of vanity much in my life.  Most of my hair exploits were done at home, and I've never had a manicure by someone else.  Not that I'm proud of that, just these are such frivolous ways for me to spend my time, energy or funds, that I just don't see the point.

There were some years when I used makeup daily on my face, changing with the current styles.  There were years I colored my hair, or curled it, and certainly would have it cut and styled occasionally in order to fit into a professional life.  But I became an artist in my 30's, and that was where my heart was...to make beauty that would be shared with other people.  So I, myself, wasn't the canvass that I chose to work upon.

Back to figuring out who is in the above picture.  My parents (before me obviously) and grandparents.  Chauncey is my father's brother.

The Zulie Winslow and Aunt Jim and Billie Seamans are related.  It looks as if Aunt Jim would be Zulie's daughter.  Why is she called Aunt Jim then?  And is she married to Billie Seamans?

My grandmother did have a sister, who was called Stella Winslow

Gummy in the middle
Here are at least 2 of the same women, with my grandmother being in the middle, and supposedly her sister on the right side of the photo.  That leaves the brunette on the left, who is beginning to look more and more like a daughter of Stella, or at least a generation younger than the floral clad sisters.

OK, I'm going to take a stab.  The Zulie in both of these pictures is Stella's daughter.  And the guy in the back is probably her brother Billie Winslow.  He was definitely in my father's generation.

Zulie Winslow did marry a man named Francis Seamans, and their son Billy was born in 1937.  He wouldn't have been a man standing in the back row of this photo...so whoever named his uncle his name messed up. It's unlikely that it's Zulie's husband, Francis Seamans, because he was born in 1897, and the man in the back looks young as my father at least (born in 1915).

So who is Aunt Jim, aka the unamed woman next to my grandmother?  She's of the adult children age, born around 1910-1918.

OK let's just look at the Winslow home in the 1940 census, since that's probably within 5 years of this photo.  My parents married in 1936 and that looks like the coat my mother wore to be married in.



Head of household is 51 y.o. Stella Winslow.
Next entry is her son, William Winslow, age 22.
Next comes Francis Seamans, 43 y.o. son-in-law.
Next comes Zulie Winslow Seamans, daughter of Stella, age 29.
And finally is William Seamans, age 7/12, the grandson.

I may not know who Aunt Jim is yet, but the relationship of Zulie and her husband is clarified.  He's close to her age, but certainly not the young man in the back row of the picture.  It's got to be her brother, William Swasey Winslow, who was born in 1917, and married in 1945.  His wife would be Jane Hughes, who might be the woman in the front row.

The most shocking thing for me in looking at this picture, is that Stella Winslow wasn't part of the group.  She wasn't ever someone I met, but she lived until 1960, the year my grandfather died, in the same city also.  All those years I went to parties and stayed over at my grandparent's house, I never met my grandmother's sister.  I would think she would have been more likely to be named Aunt Jim, but she wasn't in that group at all.

Mysteries of families abound!

SOLVED: My cousin answered my quest.  She remembers her father, my father's younger brother, calling Aunt Jim as Stella Winslow, my grandmother's sister.  So those photos that have some names underneath aren't always to be trusted!  And now I know I had a great Aunt Jim (really Stella Zulieka Winslow!)  Added 9:00 pm, July 13, 2014.