My favorite deep sea diver. He holds my fortune.
I found this little guy years ago. His diver knife is missing but not lost. He holds my dearest of intentions in his belt and keeps it safe at all depths,
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This week I text a pal to see if she wants to have lunch at Steven Starrs French Bistro Parc. It’s as close to sitting on a Paris street as one can get while still being in Philadelphia. I got a text back, “Ah… would love to but we’re in Paris.” With a pic. Not this one. This one is in Philadelphia.
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Looking down.
Catching some photos on the street. This is an Instagram™ pic. I love taking square images using my iPhone since I always have it in my pocket. This is the first in a series of looking down shots I’ll be posting here.
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One walks briskly in a diagonal cutting the distance at a traffic light. Gliding through the park to look at the grass still green in January. Having particular pedestrian patterns one would think that there wouldn’t be any surprises, Turning the corner on the street you take when it’s a bit warmer and has wider friendly sidewalks — discovery. Looking down briefly to check the time there it is, shadows like lace.
Moving gently, shadows are like lace in this light.
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Sometimes a day is naturally blue.
Just around the corner I walked in for lunch and everything became blue. Sometimes it just happens. Everything looks so different from how you remember it. Still, you are pleased by the turn of hue. The becoming of blue.
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FYI: Apple’s profits ($13 billion) exceeded Google’s entire revenue ($10.6 billion).
I don’t know what to say.
I remember when Apple stock was 4 bucks and everyone said the end was near. I hoped not. Now the world has been turned upside down. Nice job Steve.
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This wonderful new book made me think about all the written correspondence I did for many years to my dear friend in Japan. I always adorned the envelopes with special lettering and drawing. Often in the letters themselves I would add noodling in the margins. In turn I received many Aerogrammes and letters typed on the back of movie flyers and other Japanese ephemera.
I wish I had documented them but alas I’m not sure if I have photos I can put my hands on.
Maybe I need to write my friend.
Floating Worlds, the letters of Edward Gorey and Peter F. Neumeyer
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The simplicity of the slinky is pure delight.
I have one on my desk and play with it often when mulling a problem. I view it from one angle and then another. I listen to the sound as I rock it back and forth. I explore it’s line and displacement of space.
It quiets my thoughts. It provides space for clarity.
from Wikipedia:
The toy was invented and developed by naval engineer Richard James in the early 1940s and demonstrated at Gimbels department store inPhiladelphia, Pennsylvania in November 1945. The toy was a hit, selling its entire inventory of 400 units in ninety minutes. James and his wifeBetty formed James Industries in Philadelphia to manufacture Slinky and several related toys such as the Slinky Dog and Suzie, the Slinky Worm.
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Anything can happen when I go high octane.
My holiday mug (from my mom) and my thermos.
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I first met Hazel in 2009. I grew to know more of her in words on twitter, then images on flickr, then her blog The Asian Welder.
We corresponded in e-mail the most during her road trip in 2009 when she and her mate {Hank} set off in their Airstream trailer on a trip across the west.
We had short chats about her travels. I followed her blog. She disappeared from twitter. Later I found it just took too much of her time. She wanted more to be making art and living. I watched for postings about her doings and viewed her art from the beautiful photos she posted.
I viewed life through her lens. I found great beauty and joy.
In June I visited her blog and found that she was on a new journey. She had cancer. Months have passed and the truth of this journey is more clear. Hazel has chosen to live her life without chemo. To find peace and an end on this earth in the same beauty which she has shown all of us that have know her in some way.
I am saddened to lose this kind soul. But I prepare myself to let go and know that her spirit holds a place in my heart always. She walks in beauty on this earth.
Aloha Hazel.
hazel colditz, (aka buddhagirlAZ) sculptor, lover of nature the finest art, passionate photographer, mother, Buddhist w/alchemist tendencies.
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