There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends.
Hon, I write. I write picture books and chapter books. In my stories, the little girl inside of me invites other children to mark the place where the sidewalk ends.
In that place and in that space,
we explore the world with open minds,
share our curiosity and wonder,
marvel at spiders and stars,
and believe in the magic of our imaginations.
“Glass itself is so much like water. If you let it go on its own, it almost ends up looking like something that came from the sea.” (Quote by Chihuly.)
If you ever wondered–and even if you didn’t–where I came up with Bmore Energy’s tag-line, “Finding the extraordinary in the ordinary,” I’ll tell you. One day Hubby and I were taking a walk, and I pointed out some pretty yellow flowers. He said he hadn’t even noticed them. I said, “I find the ordinary extraordinary” and “That’s it! That’s the essence of my blog.” He laughed. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t in a wow-Naomi-has-an-eye-kind-of-way. My guess it was in a what-is-she-talking-about-kind-of-way. Two things are certain: 1) I’ll keep pointing out words, images, sounds, people, animals, nature and the infinite amount of things I find fascinating, and 2)Hubby will shake his head and laugh.
Last summer at the Denver Botanic Gardens, my bet is that everyone found color at the Dale Chihuly exhibit fascinating. The next series of posts will study color comparisons.
Thanks for reading. Thanks for viewing. I hope you like my photographs.
“Glassblowing is a very spontaneous, fast medium, and you have to respond very quickly.” (quote by Chihuly)
Many shades of grey exist between black and white.
In my last post, Glass in the Garden, vibrant colors resemble Monet’s Impressionistic paintings. Here, black, white and grey stand in stark contrast to grass, leaves, bees and a wall of water.
Aside from contrasting colors, I am taken with the dichotomy between straight and curved lines borrowed from nature and mirrored in glass and stone at the Denver Botanic Gardens.
As stems reach for the sun, bees drink up the shine.
This African mother may walk tall and straight , but the curve of her face, tilt of her head, and bouquet in her hand form a circle of devotion around her children.
I’m passionate about children and reading, so it’s no wonder why this sculpture spoke to me.
I am always amazed at how material such as stone can be chiseled to look like a person. This sculpture’s curves harmonize with the brick path and bushes.
Surprise! Instead of spires, around a corner were huge, wavy glass blooms. I wasn’t expecting these white flowers. Their clear “petals” blend with the falling water yet, at the same time, they wave upward and outward in an unnatural way. I do like the way they are both opaque and translucent.
“I want people to be overwhelmed with light and color in a way they have never experienced. ” (quote by Chihuly)
Hon, what do you think of the black and white glass?
Last summer while visiting relatives in Denver, Colorado, we saw exquisite colors, smelled fragrant blooms, and heard busy birds and insects. The Denver Botanic Gardensfeatured an exhibit of Dale Chihuly’s organic blown glass. (June to November 2014.) The sculptures were vibrant, iridescent and sensual.
In 2001, Chihuly started his Garden Cycle, exhibitions within botanical settings. Many sculptures stood on their own, while others were set amongst existing gardens.
I love color, texture and the juxtaposition of the natural and manmade, and try to capture that in my photographs.
Enjoy this “tour” of the gardens, the first of many posts inspired by an artist.
Claude Monet is my favorite artist, and there are many whose work I love. When I sit in front of his enormous canvases in the MOMAor MET, I find that elusive thing I search for every day…inner peace. I am transported to Giverny, lost among the flowers, and walking in the forest forever…just for a moment.
Where does the glass end? Where do the reflections begin?
In this photograph, reflections of green swirls become Lily Pads roots. Purple glass spikes grow out of the water and erase it.
“Glass itself is so much like water. If you let it go on its own, it almost ends up looking like something that came from the sea. ” (quote by Chihuly)
Hon, have you seen Chihuly’s work before? Where? What did you think of it?