A rose is a rose is a cozy rose, when it’s illuminated by a candle-light!
They’re a little hard to see (because it’s MAGIC), but it looks like there’s a string of three green ornaments hanging in the branches of this tree!? Either that, or they’re reflections in the glass this picture was taken through of the “sun catchers” hanging in the window pictured below:
The rays of light on the left are from the sun (the source of all these special effects!) shining through the next window over (so far south!). The Magic Hour could be another series in this blog, this post being the third and the other two here and here.
… satin blue with a yellow border! Check out the same view in mauve here: photo taken right about this time of year a year ago but an hour and a half or so later in the day.
Pretty raindrops on branches this morning … when the temperature was down to 59 from 61 when my clock radio went off at around 7:00 — what a world! Tomorrow it’s forecast to be sunny with a high of 34–good Thanksgiving day walking weather!
Home from the framers’ at last–and on the wall to boot! Now Bill Shuttleworth could even more correctly say upon visiting New York and Apt. 58A that the finest art he’d seen on his trip had been in private homes … see a less “atmospheric” photo of this work here.
This issue of Fred Eno’s Boomerang is so full of various and sundry news items, many having to do with people about whom this Boomerang blogger knows nothing, that a person has a strong impression that she has a keyhole look at Des Moines life in 1918 — or Des Moines life from the perspective of a certain individualy sensibility, anyway — a real Eno slice of life, as it were!
I’m intrigued by the report that Pattie’s received her “annual allowance” of wood alcohol — ohh: maybe as anti-freeze? And poor West High … its football team seems to be going from bad to worse! Beth is once again reported to have been involved in a “sketchy” sounding activity: helping Harold “tow in a car from goodness knows where,” over the course of which, “she nearly froze her nose and toes, but not quite.” The garden at “28 13” has been ploughed, and the seed catalogs sent for! And it’s noted twice that the Boomerang Man was the only person in the household to go to church today (!) … so “None shall know how well he slept.” ha! Also funny: the Boomerang Man has recently had his twenty-ninth birthday — and received dates (which disappeared right way)!!
On my trek to the grocery store this morning, thoroughly bundled up against the 25-degree temperature and very blustery wind, it was easy to tell that the gingko trees had decided that winter had come and had let go of all of their leaves overnight. Here’s just a corner of an extravagant yellow swath of them!
P.S. Once again, the scheduled Original Boomerang post is being slightly postponed — just until tomorrow if all goes well!
OK … definitely not as elegant as roses . . . but interesting! And the sage green goes perfectly with the couch!
Another lovely day at the New York Public Library: this is a photo of the entrance to the wonderful Rose Reading Room. The inscription over the door reads thusly:
A good Booke
is the precious lifeblood of a
master spirit, embalmed and treasured
upon purpose to a life beyond life.
What a difference ten days makes! What was once green (here) is now all bright yellow!