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I've been finishing reading the Poetry Friday Posts, and the final one, by Jone MacCullough, is a William Stafford poem, Noticing. One line reads: "and splendor discovers/itself in this world out of such quiet things".
Here are some 'quiet things' I discovered this week, perhaps a bit noisier than Stafford writes:
This morning, at an early moment, the entire sky was pink. I tried a picture, but couldn't capture the "whole". Put it into your imagination!
My daughter, two granddaughters & I went to the 'Super-dog" show at the Denver Stock Show on Monday. It was fun, and the girls loved seeing all the antics of dogs showing off their expertise in the circuits, and silliness, too.
You know that my granddaughter Ingrid comes home with me from school each Friday. We've been recently playing lots of Candyland. Last night she tried to figure out a strategy for winning. She "stacked the deck", placing those 'terrible' cards one never wants to draw that puts one nearly back at the beginning, and those "wonderful" cards exactly where she would draw them. Well, it worked for a while, we discussed "cheating", and she discovered that even if we both ended with place near the end, there was still a random draw, and sometimes Grandma won. It was learning fun, and Ingrid was a good sport about it after all.
We are so dry here in Denver, and unusually warm this January. Wednesday we did get some snow and cold, welcome moisture, and the day at school was cozy and a good work time. It was lovely watching snow out the windows. Now it's back warm again, but I know the ground, and trees, welcomed the drink.
I took my class to the Museum of Contemporary Art yesterday to discuss the power of art in a wonderfully eclectic exhibit of the life work of Mark Mothersbaugh. Students loved each quirky bit, took time to examine the art and listen to the music, drew their own ideas from those of Mothersbaugh in their minds and in their journals. This was an all-day adventure and an eye-opening experience. The ending-magical! Mark showed up just as we were leaving, took time to answer questions, had his picture taken with the class and gave autographs. It was a wonderful cap to the day.
|Mark's Roly-Poly sculptures.|
|Mothersbaugh has drawn a postcard every day for years. Here are the display,|
books filled with almost 30,000 cards--mesmerizing.