Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Wall of White

This white-petaled bush lines the street in a neighborhood by the lake in a cul-de-sac edging some woods. Would make a lovely backdrop for a wedding party.








Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Musicians of Medieval Marginalia

The word cartoon first came into existence in the beginning of the Renaissance to refer to a study in preparation for a more permanent work of art, such as a painting. Later, in the 19th century the word "cartoon" came to refer to a comic picture with satirical or exaggerated graphic features--as in today's comic books, newspaper funnies, political cartoons, and graphic novels.

However, this leaves out the marginalia of medieval prayerbooks and hymnals. Here, surrounding the image of veneration--a saint, a scene from the life of Christ and of Mary, or a scene from the Old Testament, and calendars, or surrounding the musical notations in hymnals--a rich subterranean and often comic pictorial life flourishes in the marginalia.

For example, we see below that animals are often playing music in the marginalia--forerunners to the Brothers Grimm fairy tale, the Musicians of Bremen. All animals, not just the birds, it seems, had some kind of musical talent back then, even dragons (see last picture).



















Monday, April 17, 2017

Day Is Done


It was a high spring day, but the reflection of the sky in the lake almost looks like a snowscape.


Fifteen minutes later and the clouds had broken up and their reflections made it look as if mist was rising from the water.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Happy Easter, Everyone!


The Risen Christ Appearing to Mary Magdalene, Rembrandt van Rijns, 1863



Saturday, April 15, 2017

The Lone Goose

Here is the lone goose of Lake Newport this spring. I don't know his origins or why he is still here. From about November through the first week of March, the lake was the home to a flock of Canadian geese. They squawked all day and through the night. At least once a day, they flew from the lake to the soccer fields on the side of where I live, where they ate their meals. The trip often took them over where I live, and sometimes if they flew close and low enough, you could hear the soft whish of their wings.
It seemed like a large flock of up to five or six families. When they went from one place to another, they did not all take off as one big flock though. They took off in squadrons, one after another. In the back of a group, one goose would start flapping his wings and honking loudly and then lift himself up into the air and fly off. The rest of his squadron would follow suit, and in a flash up to 20 geese would be in the air. Then after a few minutes the next squadron would go in the same way. One after another until the lake was emptied.
I loved watching them land back in the water, as they swooped down gracefully but strongly, into the water, making a beautiful splash of water to their sides.
Then one day, as the weather was warming, they were gone. A few remained. Now there seems to be only one.