Vizsla Viesta #5: A Perfect Ending

Vizsla Viesta 2008. A perfect ending to a perfect day.

Floral Friday #9: Cloned Rose

Cloned from an old bush in my father's rose garden. It is as fragrant as it is beautiful.
Happy Weekend.

Alphabet Wednesday: F is for Fishing

Smart and active dogs, Vizslas need to be challenged. Usually that means hunting … nose to the ground sniffing for anything new. SugarBelle can spend her entire day “fishing” … roaming around the water looking for movement and then jumping on it. This river has small fish and crayfish. So far she hasn’t caught a thing, but she gets enormous satisfaction from trying. In fact, “Fishing?” is one of a few questions guaranteed to get her off her bed and moving. The others: “Paper?” or “Wolf Blitzer, Situation Room?”

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Spotted! #2

Spotted through my windshield while stuck in traffic. Hey! We're the same age!

Alphabet Wednesday: E is for Eileen

Eileen is the other sculpture by Philip Grausman currently on exhibit at the Katonah Museum of Art. The “sister” sculpture Susanna can be seen here. Rather than see Eileen as woman / dog. I tried to capture her as an alien. Her full photo is here.








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Ahhh!

Sneakers soaking up sun after a river romp with red dogs.

Open Sesame

This is the gateway to my favorite “room” in our house, and, as you can see, the door is always open. The greenery is a grape vine I planted within the last three years. It actually weaves back and forth across the top of the trellis. This year the trellis was home to a bird’s nest, although I could never get close enough to see which species.

My father was instrumental in designing the patio. As long as I stared at the space, and drew plan after plan for laying out the stones, I came up empty handed. The day before a helper was to arrive to help me start construction, Dad made an emergency house call.

If you look closely, the outer ring forms a sunburst or circle, metaphorically welcoming guests. A similar sunburst lies at the foot of the stairs leading to the patio from the side door. Once the sunbursts were set, all of the other stones literally fell into place.

Oh, and I wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t say my dad and my husband spent two hot summer days putting every piece of slate where it belonged. I just had the idea.

Paris Wannabe #1: Ninos

For some reason this year, I have been struck by restaurants setting out bistro tables and chairs in the oddest locations.

This set is in front of a relatively new re-incarnation of a restaurant called “Ninos.” The table sits on a narrow sidewalk; it’s easy to imagine a passer-by’s jacket dragging through one’s soup. And there’s little to recommend the view: the parking lot for the Bedford Hills Post Office, and next to that the Bedford Hills train station. However, I guess if one were picking a friend up at the train station, one might arrive a little early and wait with a glass of wine.

Hmmmm. I might have to try it some day.

There are Plastic People in my Yard

I shot this on my way back from "adult swim" at the pool a couple of Sunday's ago. For two blissful hours, no kids, and no "Marco Polo" water game. The athletes among us take to the lanes. Those who really want to veg out float around in the pool floats.

This came on the heels of my "Cow in the Yard" post, and guess I was just looking for examples of other odd thing people have in their yards. I really don't know what to make of it (and I don't have the time to ponder it further). It just caught my eye. Anyone want to weigh in with some thoughts?

One Head or Two?

This is one of two monumental sculptures by Philip Grausman currently on exhibit at the Katonah Museum of Art. Its solemnity and solidness is in dramatic contrast to Titan, Drew Klotz’ mecurical and mesmerizing sculpture which stood in approximately the same spot until the end of June.

This sculpture has been photographed a lot lately, almost always straight on. As I shot it today, I felt compelled to explore the side that no one else shot. Depending on how you look at it, it can look like a pony tail, or the snout of a dog, with barely defined eyes.

From my perspective, of course, it was a woman’s face, with her dog’s portrayed on the back of her head. Not, of course, what the artist intended, but an amusing speculation.

This is Susanna. The sculpture, crafted from fiberglass painted matte white, is 10 feet high; six feet wide and eight-and-one-half feet deep.Eileen, the second sculpture, was behind the closed gate. We will meet her later in the week. Click on the photo to enlarge it.

Katonah Wormhole

I was pouring through newspapers this morning when I came across a very erudite article on wormholes.

In physics these are theoretical links between disparate spaces … tunnels through space-time. Wormholes were originally known as Einstein Rosen bridges. Albert Einstein, working from his theory of general relativity and with contributions by colleague Nathan Rosen, predicted that these things must exist.

This afternoon, I found my own Katonah wormhole in the first, almost-ripe tomato of the season.