Taxes, family issues, work uncertainty, rain: all are back in my life, none are unexpected. Laughs with Mr Vix and friends, spring blossoms, inspiring tales and creations: all are back in my life, none are superfluous.

When I’m trying to ride out a particularly exasperating waxing or waning, I’ll often tuck a little proverb into the corner of my mind. Problem is I should be choosing the Chinese:

Have patience, the grass will be milk soon enough.

But too often I end up gravitating toward the Nicaraguans:

Have patience, fleas, the night is long!

Surely they both get me to a better place in the end. Right?

…circles lure us in with their closed-loop beauty and their promise of renewal, completion, protection, and wholeness—even as they simultaneously imply that we are doomed to repeat ourselves…

(top to bottom: Behind the scenes at an Oregon winery; detail from Mark Chatterley’s sculpture, “New Ideas Slipping In;” a cryptic—or common sense?—message on a Golden Gate Bridge access door; Northern California fungus amongus; being directive at Pismo Beach; circles from scraps; cerulean skies mark a California Christmas Eve)

6 Responses

  1. Love these photos! They are absolutely gorgeous.

    Two of my favorite proverbs:

    En la boca cerrado, no entran las moscas. (“A closed mouth gathers no flies,” in keeping with the insect theme.)

    Trust in God, but tie up your camel.

  2. Beautiful thoughts and photos!

  3. Pseu and Ms Allure — Thank you!

    I needed the shot of color after my prior post…kept thinking I was looking at a fax everytime those pics came up! I’m a tiny bit partial to the winery shot as I love when industrial items are so beautiful, but it was nice to revisit my CA trip.

    ps I’m a camel tie-er upper for sure…love that one! Thanks for sharing.

  4. I hadn’t heard the one about grass/milk before; that’s nice and I will try to stash it away in my brain.
    I’m having a Design Your Own Giveaway and would love to have you enter!

  5. Your pics are great. As being a synesthesian artist I live a life in colors. Synesthesia means that I see colors when I see words and numbers.I transform this in paintings of names and birthdays.

  6. Thanks much, Struggler and Artist.

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