I was walking to my parents' yesterday afternoon and saw a small blue butterfly on the way back. Well, several kinds of butterflies (though not nearly as much as there used to be, woe!), but I'd never seen the small blue one before and it made me happy. :)
Also, there was a White Wagtail (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Wagtail), which has gotten increasingly rare in these parts. I love that bird because it's pretty and kind of hyper and just, yeah. ♥
There's a mansion museum near me called Old Westbury Gardens; it's like something out of a fairy tale. There are so many little places you can accidentally find yourself if you stray off the paths that are filled with bright blue and purple wild flowers, untended and beautiful, or day lilies and lush grass.
Yesterday, the rain was pouring down - big gray clouds in the sky, a really dramatic summer rain. Then the sun broke through those clouds. It was still raining, but from my window I could see the sun catching every single one of the big fat drops that were plummeting from the clouds, each one of them shining like they were fire rather than water. Behind them, the sky was in inky darkness, but everything in our garden glowed with color. The little red cottage with the blue door, the gnarly apple tree with its tiny green apples - all of it. And part of the beauty of the moment was that it was so brief. The clouds came back, and the rain continued, but we had been given that glimpse of a world made of light...
All day long I've been watching thunderheads build up and then disapate on the horizon to the east. It's like a slow dance- every time I get up and look out the window, something is different, but nothing seems to happen if I just stand there and watch.
I wish I lived out there, to be underneath those clouds, and experience the thunder and lighting and heavy drops, then a flash of sunlight until the next group of clouds builds up.
I'm in San Francisco. It reminds me of Minas Tirith-- all the buildings stacked on top of each other, rising and rising into the fog ...
Also I now have two beautiful new dresses. >.> One is blue organza with a crinoline underskirt and black polka dots, and the other is black-and-silver Betsey Johnson.
From other angles it looks like a child's scribble, if the kid's parents were maybe graphic design nerds and handed out CMYK crayons instead of the more traditional RGB. But twist it just right and there's a flash of symmetry, a swirl of ribbons round a central cavity. The ribbons form four to eight roughly triangular segments, like Trivial Pursuit tokens slotted neatly into place, bonded apex to base along the chain. It's a hypnotic design, an elegant one, but it was never actually designed. Millions of years of tiny incremental changes, a simple strand of amino acids evolved into a pattern known as a beta-propeller, a domain seen in many diverse proteins. That this molecular structure arose entirely naturally, creating and responding to the biochemical needs of organisms, is beautiful (http://pics.livejournal.com/strangefrontier/pic/000hfytt) to me.
My nephew Caleb is one month and eleven days old today. Right now he's got a goopy eye and baby acne, and he is often covered in spit-up, milk, or, well. Stuff.
He is still the most beautiful baby in the whole world.
The moment when you're walking through a park you know like the back of your hand, but it's a different time of year than you've been there before, and something unexpected and new literally stops you in your tracks because pink trees (http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v521/bunnyalalune/Park042006/?action=view¤t=pink03.jpg), like something out of Dr. Seuss, but touchable and right there (http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v521/bunnyalalune/Park042006/?action=view¤t=pink07.jpg).
There were gorgeous clouds yesterday, high and white and puffy, edges sharply outlined against a brilliant blue sky.
Today the clouds were less sharp, but the air was so clear that you could see every color of the Manhattan skyline from across the river, all the shades and gradations that blur into a uniform slate-grey on hazy days.
It's not even that you made me icon, even though that's fucking awesome in itself, but the fact that you've made note of what I like genuinely makes me happy like you wouldn't believe. Thank you so much.
Ely Cathedral is beautiful. When you go in, it opens up above and around you full of light, which pours in from the high, clear windows above you on both sides, into the main hall of the church. The first time I went there, there was a choir singing. When you walk up towards the altar, past the benches, it gets darker, but then you look up and see the huge octagonal tower that stands up even higher than the roof, without any pillars to hold it up - it's an amazing feat of engineering, apparently - but the most lovely thing about it is the windows on all sides of it, that send coloured light down onto the floor of the cathedral. There are angels painted on the panels below the windows. Me and a friend went up once to the roof, and the old guy who took us there opened a small window in the tower so we could see the angels there close-up. They are brightly coloured, and they are smiling.
Oh, I know the exact glow you mean, and it's really one of the most extraordinary things ever, isn't it? Thank you so much for describing it so vividly.
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Date: 2008-08-04 10:15 pm (UTC)Also, there was a White Wagtail (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Wagtail), which has gotten increasingly rare in these parts. I love that bird because it's pretty and kind of hyper and just, yeah. ♥
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Date: 2008-08-04 10:19 pm (UTC)http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l135/mackenziephifer/Westbury%20Gardens/
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Date: 2008-08-04 10:44 pm (UTC)Have an icon, babydoll. I've seen you like them simple yet pretty, with good contrast:
http://pics.livejournal.com/monanotlisa/pic/003pywss
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Date: 2008-08-04 11:02 pm (UTC)I wish I lived out there, to be underneath those clouds, and experience the thunder and lighting and heavy drops, then a flash of sunlight until the next group of clouds builds up.
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Date: 2008-08-04 11:34 pm (UTC)Also I now have two beautiful new dresses. >.> One is blue organza with a crinoline underskirt and black polka dots, and the other is black-and-silver Betsey Johnson.
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Date: 2008-08-04 11:53 pm (UTC)Everyone should go to Bar Harbor, Maine at least once in their lives, I think. Ignore the tourists and enjoy the scenery.
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Date: 2008-08-05 12:36 am (UTC)He is still the most beautiful baby in the whole world.
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Date: 2008-08-05 01:39 am (UTC)Today the clouds were less sharp, but the air was so clear that you could see every color of the Manhattan skyline from across the river, all the shades and gradations that blur into a uniform slate-grey on hazy days.
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Date: 2008-08-05 12:18 pm (UTC)It's not even that you made me icon, even though that's fucking awesome in itself, but the fact that you've made note of what I like genuinely makes me happy like you wouldn't believe. Thank you so much.
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Date: 2008-08-05 12:25 pm (UTC)Glad you like!
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Date: 2008-08-08 08:11 pm (UTC)Thank you, the photos are gorgeous.
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Date: 2008-08-08 08:16 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2008-08-10 01:40 am (UTC)*squeeze*