Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Mabel's books are full of animals, her head is full of animals and her speech is full of animals. Yet her Northern California city existence in the early 21st century decrees rare and few moments of contact with actual living animals. She encountered a herd of small-scale adult goats while visiting her East Coast grandmother last year. That remains a splendid memory. As far as I know, however, that was the only other time Mabel ever had a chance to pet one. She was fully prepared to enjoy the opportunity and the goat was prepared to put up with it.
Strapped into the car seat on the way to Tilden Park, Mabel kept herself entertained with her Calimari Puppet. After we parked there was a short walk through woods to reach the Little Farm, our Sunday morning destination.
Monday, June 17, 2013
The Little Farm in Tilden Park on Sunday was the perfect place to go for a Father's Day treat, as Mabel's father agreed and Mabel agreed and I agreed.
At the moment when my daughter's phone was busy taking this picture, Mabel and I were talking about the long curling pale pink tongue of the white cow. And the flies. Mabel did not approve of the flies on the cows. We fed the cows celery stalks.
Below, Father's Day photos of Mabel with (from top to bottom) Mamma, Daddy, and Grandma.
"The delicate yet abundant large-scale collage Leaves of Grass (2012) by Geoffrey Farmer is set up in the upstairs Loggia of the museum. Farmer arranged hundreds of shadow puppets, cut-outs from Life magazine, the most influential illustrated news magazine in the US, published from 1935-1985. He strings 5 decades of iconic faces, products and events together in a massive retrospective, detaching them from their former magazine context. The relevance the media once at least partially attributed to those pictures has vanished. Their dense layering makes them form a colourful body, which from afar looks like colourful grassland. And just like leafs the cut-outs gently move when beholders pass by."
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Mabel initially got interested in this webbing-sling-climber-swing-contraption when she was only barely able to walk. A companion of her own primeval past. Yet she keeps contriving new possibilities for it, as seen here Friday in the fenced-in toddler section of the Chinatown playground. Soon this part of the playground will probably seem too baby-ish to Mabel. Or maybe I only think this because her arms and legs have suddenly grown quite long.
The weather was bright but not particularly warm. We haven't had more than an isolated day or two of really warm weather since summer started.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
House of Hackney is a fresh London source for interesting fabric prints and wallpaper prints. This new company seems to occupy much the same niche in the present design-era that Laura Ashley occupied thirty years ago. House of Hackney's aesthetic is a little more ironic than Laura Ahsley's used to be, but essentially the two firms were set up to service the same customer – for comfortable nostalgia that still looks up-to-date. Photos are here.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
I found this photo captioned "the peony whose beauty is partially obscured by bluebells" here. Then I used it (with credit) on a recent morning as my contribution to Silas & Eppie, the daily game of random side-by-side image-matching that I play with my daughter. This enterprise preserves for us a trail of visual preferences leading all the way back to 2008. We began Silas & Eppie in September of that year, after I had set up this site in July. They are siblings, separated by only a few months. Consequently, both are on the verge of their five-year birthdays.
I personally think of the flowers in the foreground (above) as campanula because that is what they are called in the plant nurseries where I have seen them and bought them. Bluebells and campanula are the same, I discover. In the rural Middle West growing up I never encountered this plant at all, so the common name bluebells calls up an image that does not resemble this flower. It is instead some bluebell of my own imagining.