Found on the porch (a little sad)

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.

For the Quote Box

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

Late Sunset

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:

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Bobbincount 7 plus 10 (plus a smidge more)

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!

From the Quote Box, Van Gogh folder

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.

#Bobbincount – the Sixteenth (six plus ten)

And now, for something completely different and frankly I am not even sure what.

#Bobbincount Five Plus Ten

#Bobbincount four plus ten

Tonight after dinner with mom, I got in the car to start the drive home. Turned on the radio and there was Tchaikowsky’s Piano Concerto No. 1 with Garrick Ohlsson providing the piano in this Boston Symphony Orchestra at Tanglewood performance. I heard this concerto often growing up because it was a favorite of my father.

The pianist received several standing ovations and finally announced an encore, a Chopin waltz. Ahhh, what a way to drive home.

#bobbincount 3 plus 10

So I had to stop and undo a little quilting. Can’t complain because it’s been pretty smooth going but I couldn’t leave this bit. Broke the top thread and found I didn’t have to cut the bottom because the bobbin had just run out. Now I’m ready to go again.

Happy Anniversary, Sister Blog

Got this notice from the wordpress.com folks:

This is either the quiltr.com blog which is self-hosted, as they say, or the mbquilts.wordpress.com blog which is the one with the birthday. That’s the one that I’ve recently started cross-posting from here to there and I’ve met lots of interesting bloggers and found some followers – thank you all!

I have been blogging since early 2001 but signed up for wordpress.com in order to understand how it works. As they say: Code is Poetry!