Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

* from childhood--Ibid., Op Cit. & Oops They are breaking up the street outside my window. Ah! And who  are They? "Put This over There next to That." Put What? "This!" Where? "There!" Oh, you mean put This There! I see.    Who else would eat a street other than That Digging Thing operated by Them? Pronouns! I am reminded of childhood, and I must go see.

It was only I who saw it I believe. It doesn’t matter though, since now I will be on the lookout! We are on a plane from Dallas to La Guardia. I’m on the left side ahead of the wing. Next to me is a pilot trying to catch a 6 o’clock plane and we are both late. He lets me have the window seat, since he gets to look out all the time. It's green below the white bushy clouds, with a layer of mist winding its way around them. It's the grey of summer rain. I look down, and between these swirling clouds there is a summer canyon defined by shadows, and there it is! -- short and fat and barely bent. It looks the length of perhaps a submarine. I can’t believe it but it stays there, and I watch for maybe seven minutes.    I reach for my camera, but the rainbow has quietly gone.

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If you want to look for rainbows, you need a little fortitude. I thought I could find one with a protractor mind and a little luck, water and sun, but that is not the entire story. It was about 7:30 am in June. Rainbows are shy, and you must be in the right spot at the right time, so we were rushing. You need to be between the rising sun and the Rainbow’s dwelling place in order to catch sight of it. Today’s rainbow lives in a fountain. I’m watching the shadows, since I believe the exact viewing spot will be where the shadows point directly at the fountain. But the path keeps bending, and the shadows are smudgy and pointing here and there. We are trying to decipher a Rorschach of bushes, grasses, runners, trees and shadows pointing everywhere. It’s getting late. I am the designated rainbow hunting expert by now on and I am losing heart. We are definitely out of range north, and so we go back south. Who says the ‘sun rises in the East”. What East? Which East? Bend, bend goes the

Roxy Paine: Maelstrom. The sign on the roof notes Roxy’s work is “based on systems such as vascular networks, tree roots and whirlpools“ . What whirlpools? I investigated on the internet and found the piece is "based on vascular networks, tree roots, industrial piping, and fungal mycelia…” Whirlpools is a replacement word! It is actually a Fungal Mycelia! Oh dear!! “Mycelium (plural mycelia) is the vegetative part of a fungus, consisting of a mass of branching, thread-like hyphae” And! “It is through the mycelium that a fungus absorbs nutrients from its environment ( the roof ). It does this in a two stage process. Firstly the hyphae secrete enzymes onto the food source ( you and me ). breaking down polymers ( us!) into monomers. These monomers ( us!) are then absorbed into the mycelium ....” Notice the large lumps in the various mycelia? Somebody got to close! Run!

Sunflowers at the Metropolitan

Ah, It's another Vacant Lot Plant Playing Chiasmus Isn't this beautiful!

I love a vacant lot. I bet there's one around your corner. You can tell from the full flowers and weeds that this one is in late summer. The fence, wide wire, is just perfect for the wildflowers. Here, there's a lot of moisture, but I can smell the dusty dirt from home. Wild barley and stinkweed and yellow blossoms and tufted spires with smallish long grains that stick with your clothes. And remember the high wild grasses with three inch fuzzy ends like caterpillars?

This week is EXPERIMENT week! It’s always nice to try something very different from the usual something, and my usual somethings omit Basement Clubs Painted Black Staying Up Late Getting Stamps on the Back of My Hand Having Fun After Midnight! So Let’s have a cheer for the Our Vision band at the downstairs Ace of Clubs!