Week #48 - Time Project

This week I am using a quote that I had jotted down a number of years ago - I'm not sure when.  But it hit me between the eyes when I came across it this week.  So I have included it with a drawing I also did a number of years ago, about twenty I think.  I called it Night Driving. 

I had to google Maurice Merleau-Ponty since I had jotted down the quote but nothing about who he was.  He was a philosopher colleague of Sartre and the other existentialists.  Not much else he is quoted as saying makes too much sense to me, partly because it's the sort of dense intellectual prose that leaves me cold.  But that sentence seemed such an interesting way of thinking about time that I had to take a break from haiku and share it with the other time travelers.  Kay Dolezal

Week #47 Time Project

This week I've been taking early morning walks and snapping pictures of what I notice.  The heat wave this month has forced me to change from a night owl to an early riser and I hope against hope that the change will stick.  I love walking around the hill I live on.  There's a wonderful mixture of houses, most of them cheek by jowl.  There are houses that could have been farm houses, houses put in last week by developers and also small houses built after WWII.  Some yards are carefully tended, others less so.  Some are full of statuary, some full of swings and children's equipment. There's a great sense of individual choice rather than that everyone has to be the same which I appreciate since I tend to do other things before yardwork.  And there are strips of woods and trees and that's where I found this little cave.  It looked as if someone had placed these rocks there, but who knows.  Naturally it made me think of Joan's goddesses and the magical places they inhabit.  Kay Dolezal

Week #46 Time Project

I've loved the blue of chicory for some time.  Usually it turns up in front of my house, but this year it didn't.  So I had to pursue it.  I didn't have to search very hard.  I found some stands of it in a small near-by sports park.  Chicory is definitely related to time in my mind - mid summer - which it certainly feels like as I'm writing this. As I get older I find surprising things assume significance - in this case a wild flower - for its brief beauty and its reliability.   Kay Dolezal

Week #45 Memories - Time Project

Thoughts about the summer which is upon us and the group trip to Martha's Vineyard and being part of a group of females all made me remember sharing a cottage at the beach with high school sorority sisters.  Those were the days when we did endure sunburn in order to tan.  And those were the days when Lake Erie was so polluted that we would see dead fish floating along with trash.  I think that the pollution has been repaired to some extent and that gives me hope for the Gulf of Mexico.  And hope is what we need these days in the face of what seems so much human recklessness.  I guess the trick is to still dive into life.  Kay Dolezal