Even if it is interrupted or takes on subtle or huge differences, the rhythm of life goes on for humans and other animals alike. This week holds one event that will, undoubtedly, not hold much love, and another next Sunday that traditionally does. But nature continues its rhythms, dictated by the length of the days, which in the northern hemisphere, are becoming noticeably longer. The magpies (urracas en Español) are hanging out with the ravens and crows, together making a consistent and comforting ruckus. The rufous sided towhees have returned, along with the goldfinches, and they are all making their presence known. It is a lovely symphony. So as with last week's blog, I turn to rhythm as a theme. From architecture to nature, it is in our and the earth's DNA.
Window detail of the Seattle Public Library
Rug # 54 by Fred Black.
One of his earliest rugs made completely using tapestry, in other words, ball upon ball of wool on top of the loom being woven by hand under and over the warp. It was definitely one of a kind. Fred made it for our hapkido grand master in South Korea.
Expanded metal from the Cumbres and Toltec Scenic Railroad yards near Chama, New Mexico
Grape vines and mesh at the Eberle Vineyards in Paso Robles, California
Wall and balcony details, Hotel Albuquerque
Thanks to M. Fred, Donna C., Steve, Jean and Sam, Wayne, Ingrid, and Robert commenting this week, regardless of altered life rhythms.
until next Monday,
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