In the big scheme of things, I am just one person, one set of feet walking across the National Mall and into the National Gallery. I am just one camera capturing light and shadow, positive space and negative line.
However “only” I am, I do have a vision of a just and safe space for every human being.
And in the big scheme of things that vision, that art, remains visible, discoverable, actionable.
Human being walking into National Art Gallery, East Wing, Washington, DC, 6 October 2017
With leaps of faith, daffodils bloom.
As spring struggles to break winter’s grasp, I find myself spending far too much time wiping dog paws and mopping floors.
Mutter, mutter, mutter.
Occasionally I take a hike up my stairs and stop in admiration: defying the swirling snowflakes, a Mourning Dove takes its turn sitting the nest, incubating the first brood of the year in my gutter. I can’t mutter anymore. Nope, got to stop my fussing at nature and model these gray bundles of hope. Just what eggs have I been incubating this year? Are any close to hatching?
1) The readings for my Civil War course are close to completion; within the week I will listen to the last two lectures . I have any number of questions popping into my head that will stimulate some very interesting family history interpretations–just in time for the Sesquicentennial of the Civil War observances. It’s gonna be a good four years, folks.
2) I have steadily made my way through the treasure trove of the Minor Papers. Can’t say I am close to finishing the annotation and storage project, but I have seen the bottom of more than one pile. Progress is a good thing!
3) I have been on one field trip–Washington, DC!!!! YAY! And thoroughly enjoyed the Civil War exhibit at the National Archives and the tour of Robert E. Lee’s estate which overlooks Arlington National Cemetery. Both visits supplemented my Civil War study while getting me out in the Cherry Blossom Festival. THAT is my idea of a successful field trip!
So, though I feel the residual of winter blahs I have to admit to some eternal tug of hope right now. Spring will come with its blossoms and mud, with its fledglings and song. And I will have taken some good steps toward hatching my own plans and goals.