Wednesday, April 30, 2008
She did give me this recipe, though, and I copied it into a steno notebook that has other recipes of that era. either written in, or clipped and pasted. The handwriting is recognizably mine; my handwriting still looks very much like this.This page is the dirtiest in the notebook, and testifies to the many times I have made it. It also demonstrates what 50 years will do to paper that is not acid-free. This notebook, and the Betty Crocker that was a wedding gift got us through our first few years of wedded life. Kraft's Macaronit and Cheese Dinner was 11 cents at the PX in Lawton, Oklahoma. My husband was drafted into an artillery unit there right after we were married, I served this mac and cheese with frozen peas about once a week; 'twas a very thrifty meal. Said husband gently explained to me that he was tired of it, adn would like just a bit more variety.
I got the notebook out today to cpoy the recipe for my niece, Ekaterina, who is getting married soon. I can't go to her kitchen shower, but I will send this, my best recipe. I will write clearer directions about punching down the dough in the morning and how to bake. I am at an age where daughter-in-laws cook Thanksgivng Dinner for me, but I still usually make these rolls.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
I like the sun-glints in this photo.
I have been meaning to mention the Daily Dose of Imagery at http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/ One can sign up for a new photo in your inbox every day at his web site; or just go there frequently and look. I enjoy getting them. The gorgeously sharp and well-conceived photos he takes with his wide-angle lens almost never fail to hit the mark. He sees things that you might never notice and frames them perfectly. He's won quite a few prizes as the best photo site on the web! Check it out!
Friday, April 25, 2008
It's been a while since Easter and I am still working on the photos. We had quite a lovely egg-coloring session, thanks to daughter-in-law J. who brought the supplies. The beautiful focus and attention of a child this age is so pure and lovely to be around! I'm going to visit her and the little sister next week.
I've been tired and cross today for no real reason. I got another list of the birds of Greece. I doubt I'll see many of them. I asked the trip leader which birds he saw on his last trip and he mentioned the pier mascot pelican on Mykonos and lots of pigeons! Oh, well . . .
A dog named Amber has been reading this blog. Woof, Amber!
Monday, April 21, 2008
Birdwatching Near a Soccer Field in Late Spring
Yesterday there was a lone mockingbird feeding in the grass with the small flock of starlings. Today it’s a black phoebe with the starling flock. They feed on the ground while the phoebe hawks from the top of the chainlink fence that separates the field from the YMCA parking lot. Its bill is shockingly short and thin; I always forget what a small sharp bill the black phoebe has. Now here’s a single golden-crown sparrow, then—look!— another; they are fussing around in the duff under the row of young redwood trees along the fence.
And—quick—over there in the grass, a house finch with an extra-bright red head. The bills of the starlings are a brilliant yellow in this season; their fresh dark feathers gleam and shine. A few have the dull remnants of juvenal plumage, and one smaller youngster is still completely brown.
What draws these birds to this suburban space?To this lawn-chemicaled and mown school soccer field and this line of not terribly-healthy-looking redwood trees? The smallest tree is dead, but seems to be sprouting an infinitesimal bit of green a few inches above the ground. The only birds that use the trees at all are the phoebe, who really prefers the fence, and—once only—the
golden-crown. The sparrows stir the duff, and the phoebe flies
out repeatedly for insects, but all the rest are poking though the grass. I can’t see anything to eat there, but my binoculars are at home.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
This afternoon, Placido Domingo conducted Gounod's Opera Romeo and Juliette. Anna Netrebko was Juliette. The production had a lot of striking tableaux, a turntable zodiac and gorgeous costumes, and the music was very beautiful. Domingo looks older than when I last saw him--he is such a consummate musician! I wasn't planning to watch afternoon TV, but there you are. . .
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Speaking of sketching, I took a one-day drawing class this afternoon and picked up some useful tips. The main one--to practice by drawing all the time--is something I already knew, but alas, find harder to do than looking at the new New Yorker. Or, an art book, or whatever . . .
This teacher, JS, uses eight ovals for the height of the human body. I tried it and it worked out pretty well. Did you know that the pupils of the eyes are about halfway between your chin and the top of your head. It's hard to believe, but easy to check. I'll try to fix a sample for this blog to show where the knees are, erc. It's a little surprising, because (perhaps) we see our own legs foreshortened, or we allot more space to some of the parts than they really occupy for other reasons. Other things just make sense, like, mostly, men have broader shoulders and more well defined leg muscles than women.
The guy that's leading the watercolor trip to Greece says that if you draw with a pen and just keep on moving, you will develop your eye and you hand faster than it you keep working on one drawing until you erase a hole in the paper. This makes sense; these sorts of pen lines also appeal to me, Today we use a charcoal pencil or a conte grayon and we did erase a little, but not as much as we might have done with th pencil. I really liked the feel of the charcoal pencil stroking on the paper. I'll be trying more of that.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
I looked at another report of a trip at this same time of year and found much higher temperatures than I had seen before, more like 92 degrees, rather than 82 degrees as the high temperature. So, I'm still not sure what clothes to take. Some of the others mentioned shorts a lot, but I don't do shorts. I do have some khaki pedalpushers. Isn't life grand??
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Tonight, a lot about Whitman's "barbaric yawp" on American Masters. Large doses of Walt are almost overpowering, but the beauty and originality of many of his sentences and phrases lingers with me now,
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Tomorrow, I get to go up to Coyote Ridge for the wildflowers. I am looking forward to it and maybe getting to see some butterflies, too. I reviewed a book of color photos of California butterflies today, just in case. So much to do, so little time. . . Good night!
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
It is very interesting to think about making art: what shapes and colors things will be, and can you make them that way?
I look at photographs and see the way the light comes through a window and creates the shapes around objects in the room. There aren;t enough hours in the day to see everything you want to think about. Good night.
If you want a lemonade, all you have to do is pick one and squeeze it. Somebody brought these to the Print Room for people to take, and several of us used them as inspiration for still life drawings or prints.
Tonight we happened across a documentary on PBS about Jock Soto, a ballet dancer, which followed him as he decides on retirement and dances his final performance. It was very interesting, about his life, his early life on the Navajo Reservation, the New York School of Ballet. There was a great deal of beautiful, and intimate, footage of dancing. On the stage the dancers are so far away from you. . .
We enjoyed it very much and, once again, I stayed up too late because of TV.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
after w smile crp improved using Photoshop CS colorcorrection at 75 percent
Originally uploaded by jhhymas
And I opened the book to this:
Hoy Es Domingo
Hoy es domingo.
La tarde quietecita está a mi lado.
Yo, cono siempre, en mi casa,
con tres seres sin carne,
y un retrato de mi madre.
(and in English translation by Philip Levine:)
Today is Sunday
Today is Sunday
The quiet little afternoon lies beside me.
As always, I am at home,
with three things that have no bodies,
a photo of my mother.
I thought this was a perfect poem for a blog about memory.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
I want to know where these gulls breed--where they stay in some seasons--where they find enough food for such great numbers. Where do they come from and where so they go???