Farm market and ten bucks gets you all this. All fresh, all local. I remember going to a farm down the road when I was a young girl and getting bushells of vegetables for little money. This is almost as good. The ratatouille is simmering as I type.
Thinking about all who are fascinated with those rare and individual types. Of course, if you were native to Africa, this would be common. But beatiful, none the less. Would love some striped legs like these.
If I did grow dalias, they would be short lived because of my deer friends. So, here are some from the Iowa State Fair looking picture perfect. I mean, where else would you expect to see dalias? The Netherlands?
Rows of corn made up from canned corn. Takes me back to my youth, where vegetables came out of cans. I never really knew that peas were not avocado green. And notice that the "leaves" are bags of corn kernels. Funny, no?
This gateway on the Morrill Building at ISU made by Rochester's Albert Paley. I can't believe that I once pointed out to Albert Paley (one of America's greatest sculptors) that my name (Pauly) and his (Paley) were soooo close. I must have been about 29. What a nerd. I hope he forgot immediately.
Major famous is this butter cow at the Iowa State Fair this year. I saw her yesterday, and don't worry, she is chillin' inside a cooler with that glass front window for us all to see her. Full sized and creamy dreamy, I love her color. And this photo with the streak across the glass. What a gal.
Christian Petersen was the sculptor for this lovely mural, a detail is show here. Vets are working on a cat. Very strong line, and yet soft and quiet. It is an endearing symbol for the vet shool at Iowa State University.
Iowa was once covered in prairie grass. Now corn replaces it. This grass seen in a planting in a lovely tended garden, but it hints at how it must have been. Leaving Iowa and the prairie soon, wishing I had seen more of this (un)natural landscape.
Well, that is what it looks like. But in this case, there are no quilt police, and this lineup looks too happy. Lunch with a great group -- me, Astrid, Carol, Karin, and Wendy in Iowa City. Wish every day was this fun.
The web page did not say closed, so with a hike in 85 degrees, this was the greeting at the end. So much for Iowa State University and culture. And, yes, I did call the number. And, no, the closing was not listed on their web page. But it is a cute scroll...
The exhibit of my work is officially finished, but you can peek in the window and still see the works hanging. Take down will have to wait for me to get to it. Remembering opening night and in the foreground is Joan Lyons. An icon before I knew what that meant.
Set between the Portrait Gallery and the American Museum, this atrium (?) has the most glorious light. It is soft, hushed almost, and still. There is a wonderful grid of transluscent material to the undulating roof. We had lunch here. And we spoke quietly.
In my work, I like to have a single focus, or lets say portrait, for lack of a better description. Ben Franklin, seen here in tones of white and brown, has plenty of definition. And it is a handsome piece of marble, too.
On the street in downtown Baltimore I found this little skeleton man, crushed and imbedded into the street. He was the coolest thing I saw tonight. We did not try to save him from any more traffic. Maybe he is an omen. Ha!
I guess this is a bit of transference -- we think we are the dog looking down, but we are looking down on the dog. Still love the view point. Whether you are the dog or not. In a lovely and grand garden seen on the tour.
No, this is not an alien. It is Mary working (at break neck pace, so too quick for me to capture) on her composition for "The Big Leaf". We had a ball here in the studio today and the fabric was flying. Now, if I could just remember to take more photos. Loved all the works, and great laughs.
Sheds are all over the place in the Adirondacks, here is one to hold the overflow for an antique store. Might be able to live in this sized shack, if I did not collect anything. It would be just basic camp living. Bet that the cottages on Martha's Vinyard are smaller.
In order to get those pesty deer out of my garden, I spray the plants with "Neptune's Harvest" which is just old ground-up fish parts. At least that is what is smells like. So, I have a few flowers, just don't expect the garden to smell like roses.