Apr 4, 2015

open spaces

Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.
― John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra

I love that I can ride my bicycle for 20 minutes and be deep in a forest with hiking trails! Sometimes I'm hiking and other times I am jogging. I am grateful to be near such beautiful nature.

Feb 18, 2015


Fuyu kaki - Japanese fuyu persimmon

One of my favorite Autumn fruit is the Japanese Fuyu persimmon, Although autumn has gone months ago, and I took this persimmon photo years ago, I am ressurecting it here for the orange gallery over at 52 photos.

winter ride

This winter has not been as cold as the previous winter, so I've been out on bike rides more often than last winter. It was warm enough last month to even ride without my orange jacket. I finally decided to explore the bike route in the photo which will be a wonderful way to get from my house to the Ferry! The fence is ugly but it's there to prevent cars from using this route.

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Jan 16, 2015

my collections

sumi brushes - gallery juana
sumi brushes

When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs.
When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.
― Ansel Adams

I've had my Sumi brushes for over 10 years. I bought some when living in Sendai and others when living in Sapporo. They've travelled with me from Japan to Mexico to The States several times. These are the only expensive brushes I have and the only brushes that I take care of habitually.

On the other hand, my mixed media brushes are cheap, often abused and easily thrown away when damaged. I often return to my art table to find I've forgotten to wash off the glue or gesso.

So why are my sumi brushes different? Possibly because they are expensive, I am more apt to take care of them. Still, there is a certain quietude that comes when I use my sumi brushes for painting with sumi ink. I am more present in the moment. And when I have finished painting, cleaning up is not a task but the ending to a ritual.

I've collected rocks and shells since I was a first grader. My first trip to the ocean was in first grade, and I remember being on the beach content and collecting odds and bits. Everytime I move, I return my collection to the earth and start again in my new digs.

... for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea.
― E.E. Cummings, 100 Selected Poems

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Jan 9, 2015

Nature's Gifts

I've talked about how I look out a large window when I am at my art table. I watch the birds, squirrels and rabbits visit below this window. And some days the deer come by. Every now and then a buck will visit.

There are two bucks that come by. One is younger then the other. The younger one with short spikes is usually with a deer.

Last December 2014, the older buck came by and stayed a good while just beyond my window. It had snowed a few days earlier.

There is a small forest and brook just beyond my window. And I often see the deer traveling through there. So when they come out of it to graze, I stop, watch and appreciate the beauty of my world.

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Jan 3, 2015

fresh start

jan 2, 2015, good thoughts

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Collected Poems and Translations

jan 1, 2015 bike ride, 26 miles

so far, so good!

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Dec 23, 2014

2014 favorites

surly winter hotel
December 2014 hotel bicycle tour

What I loved about 2014 was that my husband and I had even more bicycle adventures than the year before. We even got a bicycle overnighter in for the winter by staying at a hotel. When I called the hotel to see if they had a place for us to park our bicycles outside, they advised us we could bring the bicycles in our room.

night ferry

We had a waterview suite with a fireplace and a bay window. It was so relaxing to watch the ferries and tug boats come and go. We'll definitely return to this hotel during the colder months when the campgrounds are closed.

orcas island bike touring
entering Moran State Park on Orcas island

Our hardest bike tour for 2014 was to Orcas island. We got up at 4 a.m., had breakfast, packed and were on the road by 6 just as the sun was rising. Many miles and hours later, we got off the ferry onto Orcas island. It was a hot and humid day with hill after hill to climb, so when we got to the entrance of the park, we truly felt like we had reached the finish line.

september 2014 full moon
full moon, september 2014

I really am grateful for having a good and long summer this year. I'll end these favorites with a photo of the summer full moon. Seeing the moon up close was magical. Cheers to Mother Nature and all her splendors!

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Nov 26, 2014

looking down

autumn 2014 squirrel
grey tree squirrel

This Japanese Stewartia tree is  just beyond my window.
I often look down to see what birds are at the bird feeder or what the tree squirrels are up to.
It's that time of year when the tree squirrels climb the tree and forage the nuts.

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Nov 12, 2014

reflection in the mirror

self nov 2014
november self, sooc

Sometimes I would get to thinking about my room, and in my imagination I would start at one corner and circle the room, mentally noting everything there was on the way. At first it didn't take long. But every time I started over, it took a little longer. I would remember every piece of furniture; and on every piece of furniture, every object; and of every object, all the details; and of the details themselves - a flake, a crack, or a chipped edge - the color and the texture. At the same time I would try not to lose the thread of my inventory, to make a complete list, so that after a few weeks I could spend hours just enumerating the things that were in my room. And the more I thought about it, the more I dug out of my memory things I had overlooked or forgotten. I realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years ...

from The Stranger by Albert Camus

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