How can we bear it?

The way those clouds were in the sky.
The way the light fell just so.
The way you looked at me.
How can we bear that these beautiful things will never be again?

Look west

My girlfriend texted me yesterday … “look west.” It was early evening and I immediately knew exactly what that meant. It meant that as I sat in my basement office I was missing some quality sky-viewing. I jumped to my feet and ran outside. I was richly rewarded! The view east wasn’t bad either (below)!IMG_8809-1.JPG


Pulling out of the driveway this morning
starting a new chapter
I noticed
the light on the garage door as it closed

I am already changed


Almost palpable.
Crisp shadows, glowing white wall.
Soft at the edges.

Yeah, baby!

All I know is that every time I took the cookie sheet out of the oven this evening, that’s what I said. Yeah, baby! It’s hot — and normally that is not the time that I get the notion to bake cookies — but there are some folks that I’m thinking about with whom I’d like to share something sweet. So, I made some cookies. I hope that the people I share these with feel a fraction of my enthusiasm and affection! Yeah, baby!

Love climbs up and down the human ladder

I heard the above lyric as I was driving today. It snagged me – stayed with me. I looked up the full song when I got home and it crushed me. Struggling with and contemplating small rebellions! Thanks Jars of Clay!

From the song Small Rebellions:
God of the break and shatter
Hearts in every form still matter
In our weakness help us see
That alone we’ll never be
Lifting any burdens off our shoulders

Read the rest at – it’s worth another click!

Lots to see locally

Well . . . pretty locally. Although we drove just over an hour both days, time in the car was rewarded with some really nice art viewing this weekend.

Yesterday we headed north and east to The Gallery at Pioneer Bluffs in Matfield Green and discovered prints by Curtis R. Jones. Jones juxtaposes quite serious themes of politics and religion with highly decorative and whimsical materials in lovely colors and intricate patterns. The result is both thought-provoking and fun to look at. (Note: If you get the notion to visit, be aware that this gallery is in a beautiful old farmhouse. A charming setting — but un-air-conditioned. Pioneer


Today I attended an opening at the Birger Sandzen Memorial Gallery in Lindsborg (north and a bit west of Wichita — for a diverse and talented trio of artists — all of whom have roots in Kansas.

My girlfriend was schoolmates with block print artist, Deb Gilley, prompting the special trip. Gilley’s prints are detailed and full of warmth and charm. Although she had many fine examples of the reduction process, my favorites were one color and featured intricate interplay of textured surfaces.


Painter Kim Casebeer’s gorgeous landscapes looked right at home alongside the museum’s collection of Sandzen masterpieces. Casebeer’s paintings display a relatively soft palette and loose, confident brush strokes. She captures the light and subtly of typically Western and Midwestern landscapes to gorgeous effect.


Carol Long’s art-nouveau inspired ceramics rounded out the show of local talent. The display includes both vessels (voluptuously shaped) and tile pieces hung in frames. All featured stylishly rendered botanical motifs. The technique of applying a ceramic outline to the surface of the pot and filling with flat, boldly colored glazes produces an effect reminiscent of cloisonné.


Hurray for friends, last-minute roads trips and great local/regional artists — and the venues that display their work. It was a good weekend!

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