It was a little sad to come home and find this little bird dead on my porch. It had apparently hit the storm door based on what I could see of its injuries. I had first wondered if a cat had left me a present but there was only a head injury visible.
In any case, I had to spend a few minutes admiring the beautiful feathers, the beak and legs. So much beauty in a little thing that is seldom still in life.
These three quotes from today’s Letter from Robert and Sara Genn (today’s is a reprint of Robert):
There is no greater joy than that of feeling oneself a creator. The triumph of life is expressed by creation. — Henri Bergson
He who wishes to exert a useful influence must be careful to insult nothing. Let him not be troubled by what seems absurd, but concentrate his energies on the creation of what is good. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I have touched with a sense of art some people — they felt the love and the life. Can you offer me anything to compare to that joy for an artist? — Mary Cassatt
I really needed groceries and sometimes you just have to give in and get groceries. Fine. On the way home though, the northern and eastern skies were quite interesting as I came through Nassau. I pulled off at the top of Lord Hill and enjoyed the scene overhead. (Flickr album – click on the bottom photo here.)
Here’s the Flickr album:
I thought earlier I couldn’t possibly do anymore quilting tonight but you know – sort of like horses knowing the home barn is nigh… I found myself back at the sewing machine.
The seventeenth bobbin ran out and I stopped to wind a new one. I knew there was not much left but what can you do.
Here’s a view of the tiny bit of thread used from what is technically number eighteen. A smidge doesn’t really count as a whole bobbin though so I’m going to declare the total to be seventeen!
It isn’t an easy job to paint oneself – at any rate if it is to be different from a photograph. And you see – this, in my opinion, is the advantage that impressionism possesses over all the other things; it is not banal, and one seeks after a deeper resemblance than the photograph. — Vincent van Gogh
Not just for self-portraits is this true.