Shrine
ink jet print on vellum, luna moth wings, chicken vertebrae, cicada shells, and pigmented beeswax adhered to board
The writing under the photograph is from Letters to Esther, taken from a letter written by Richard Glendening. It contains a highly romantic passage likening the innate goodness of women to that of angels. Men, conversely, are of a baser nature. It might have been a nice theory in 1920, but it holds women to an impossible standard while selling men short.
Harriet spent last night’s storm crashed out on the couch. She was lying on top of her sleeping bag, which I’d just washed. It, in turn, was on top of several folded blankets. At one point, she attempted to re-enact a scene from The Princess and the Pea. Or, perhaps, Bitch of the Hill? It was quite fun to watch her trying to get comfortable on top of the mound of bedding. Just when she’d get everything scrunched to perfection, she’d try to lie down and would be foiled by the slick surface of the sleeping bag. After several attempts, she finally gave up and crammed herself between me and the blankets.
You can see, I think, that she is not much bothered by storms.
Did you know that dogs have eyelashes? I don’t mean the whiskers above their eyes, I mean actual lashes. Miss Brown’s are not long and glamorous, but they’re fairly easy to discern.
It’s storming. It’s been raining on and off and on and off and on and off for days, and according to weather.com, it’s supposed to continue in the same pattern for the foreseeable future. Ugh. There are even some rumbles and flashes of lightning, but nothing consistent enough or far enough away–I’m not stupid enough to go stand outside in the lightning!–to motivate me to try to get a photo. Instead, I’d rather just grumble about the bloody weather.
Instant Review: Black Books
I just got the first season of Black Books from Netflix. I haven’t laughed that hard in a long, long time. I nearly made myself sick. And, I’m not sure why. I suspect that others might not find it quite so riotous as I did. I think it just catered to my weird sense of humor, in all the right ways. Whatever the reason, I found it to be deeply, deeply funny from start to finish.
And, now, I’m going to get off the computer, because it’s starting to get a little nasty outside. I think maybe I should burn hecatombs to the weather gods, so the electricity won’t go out again. Eeep!
red paper boat 