I went into Forest Grove to hang the Living Leaves - in memory - this afternoon. I had waxed several of them that were made by the children yesterday and I hung those up. I noticed that a couple that we hung up last night had evidently been torn down by passersby, but that is the way of the world sometimes.
I think if there were more art education and appreciation of art, people's creations might be given more respect. Or at least it's a hope. Anyway, for good or ill, the leaves are hanging on the trees now. One for my mother, one for the "Creative Bone" we all have and one for Rick Read thanking him for his service to art.
Later I sat in the parking lot at a grocery store waiting for the tow truck to come for the Mister's pickup truck. Yes, sometimes days just don't go as you'd planned. However, I saw a lot to give me pause. Some very sweet, tender things that I'll discuss another time when it's not so late and I'm not so tired.I took a photo of the flag flying at half staff, and the day did feel somber to me. We have come a long way since that day in 2001 - seven years ago, but not even a flick of an eye in the time of the world. I hope your day that has passed was good and I leave you with wishes for an even better tomorrow - femminismo
