You found me and I’m glad. This is still an unfamiliar place for me and I’m getting used to navigating and posting photos and what have you. I brought everything over, with Elizabeth’s great help (thank you, thank you) but the place looks a little different from my former home at Typepad. I tried to unclutter the sidebar and my blogroll has been parceled into little subgroups; it’s possible you’ll find yourself in more than one place. I dropped a few because I sensed we had lost our connection and I have some to add still- people who come by often and graciously comment. Let me know if I missed you or you would like to be added because I’m happy to have you. I’ve added Flickr but I’m still uploading photos there and there’s a map for me-and you- to mark your travels. I’m not sure if I’ll keep that or not. The header is nice because I can trade my beautiful Cape Breton for say, sunny Honduras or that rain forest in Costa Rica; all I have to do is size my photos to the dimensions and pop! there they are. I like that. Getting them in the post is not quite so easy and now that they are a bit smaller I need to make sure that when you click them they enlarge. I’ll figure that out tonight. Like most things in my life, this is still a work in progress. Hence the category Egg Tooth.
Here in Chicago, in the heart of the inner city, is Garfield Park Conservatory. The happy and robust sculptures of Niki de Saint Phalle are there right now, planted amidst the lush greenery. Every where you turn, around each corner and in every house one of these beauties is there to welcome you. I went for the first time the day before my surgery so I would have a peaceful image to hold in my head and focus on but it was just too hot and humid to enjoy. This morning, I told Rich I thought I need to get up and walking-a morning constitutional, if you will. Certain aspects of my system are still under the influence of anesthesia and I’d like them to wake up now, if you catch my drift. It was overcast and slightly cooler so I suggested we try Garfield Park Conservatory again and the rewards were great.
I am in love with the liverwort in the fern room there; it would make a wonderful picture puzzle of a thousand pieces.
The water lily ponds were in full bloom and looking for all the world like a Monet. Remind me on Monday to talk a bit about CCD and post photos. Any guesses? It’s important business. Tomorrow the children, as babies, will be here, with a little commentary about the end of a life chapter.