July 1, 2007
This late twilight time on Ft. Lauderdale Beach was magical. Liza’s image was one of few that we got during our recent time there. Gardening and small projects around the cottage kept us distracted and happy.
Twi-light, or dusk, is my favorite time of day. The light is soft and shadows become lush. Twilight is the “starting over” of each evening and the natural passing of each day. Lasting for only a few brief minutes and changing with every second, this special time of day is precious and, individually, can never be replaced.
It is a space in our day to de-compress… to review the blessings of the day and reflect on hopeful prospects for the evening.
June 11, 2007
Just a short post to let family and friends know that we are back in Ft. Lauderdale at our little camp cottage with no cable TV and no high speed access. A huge stack of books and magazines will take the place of TV for the next few weeks (yea!) And blogging might be slower with dial up and with less photos… But we are here, back in the big city!
Within a mile from us here is some of the best shopping anywhere. Giants versions of big box books sellers complete with fancy coffee shops, a football field sized Target, Pier One and import stores from all over the world, the trendy and upscale Galleria Mall, no less than a dozen warehouse type furniture stores, luxury auto dealers, the BEST whole and health food markets, hundreds of unusual boutiques and MUCH MORE are nearby.
If we are not in the mood for shopping (or window shopping), the restaurants are amazing and the beach is only two miles away.
Mostly, I love it here because of the diversity of the people. An international city really, with folks here from literally every part of the globe. Yet our city neighborhood of mid-century ranchers and newer city townhomes is friendly and has it’s own small town feel. Our good friends live across the street, a nice Mexican family has moved in the rental house next door, John (a sweet beer drinkin’ Irishman) lives in the hood as does the electrician native that just put the addition on his home down the street.
Anyway, sorry for shortage of recent posts. Hopefully the creative energy of the big city will inspire us with loads of blogging material. Stay tuned!
Warm wishes. Anita
May 15, 2007
My Liza came home with this disturbing photo today. What is this rebel flag suppose to be saying to us? Is it “southern pride” or is it “state’s rights” or is it some kind of backward racial comment made by someone clearly still residing in another time?
As a white female boomer born in the south, I am very proud of most things southern. Love my Mama and my family and my southern musical heritage. Love Tennessee Pride sausage gravy and homemade biscuits almost as much as a nice thick authentic southern accent. I call everyone “Y’all”. I love the climate: the four seasons of the Applalachian mountains, the tropical flavor of South Florida, the historical architecture of Savannah and the diversity of New Orleans and Atlanta. And I like the weather too.
I decided a long time ago that I would travel everywhere, but would not reside west of the Mississippi River nor north of Virginia. I am a southern girl. This doesn’t mean I am proud of every page of my southern history book.
Having said that, I am also a product of the sixties. I beleived Mr. King. Racial bigotry is the same to me as any other hate based thinking involving discrimination. Whether against women, gays, minority races, or religious/secular groups, it is all the same. I have always beleived that a lack of mutal respect for other humans and/or a lack of education must be behind this kind of narrow (if you are not like me then you must be wrong) thinking.
I am a product of Key West’s ONE HUMAN FAMILY philosophy.
So what does this rebel flag emblem suppose to mean to me? Or should it exist at all?
March 30, 2007
Tried the new slideshow feature at Rockyou through WordPress, but could get it to upload only 2 photos. Getting to this place was easy but after then, the upload appeared to keep freezing up. I am sure I must be making some newbie mistake like my photo files are to big (did resize and optimize) or something else minor.
Anyway, soon after the first of this year, our dear friends took us to a lovely botanical garden outside of Ft. Lauderdale called Flamingo Gardens. Was the most restful yet amazing day.
The flamingos were bright pink (would really like to show you but in photos that would not upload!) and would eat from your hand (allowed). The birds were amazing as were the tall palms and the musical bamboo groves.
Will keep working on slideshow… open to technical suggestions. Warm wishes.
March 26, 2007
Spring has arrived in East Tennessee. The blooms on the Bartlett pear trees are bright explosions of whiteness. Liza photographed this golden forsythia just yesterday.
These misty blue hills of East Tennessee are my home again, although we have been living on the tropical isle of Key West for the past 18 years. During those years, we came home often… just never in the Spring. We came at Christmas or to escape the South Florida summer heat.
I have missed the mountain Spring time. Magically, the fields and meadows turn from a dull straw color to a bright kelly green. The front porches are edged by screaming yellow daffodils, and fragrant purple hyacinths. Tulips are popping up with loaded blooms ready to explode any day. Changes happen quickly from day to day. Soon it will be the redbuds and then the dogwoods as Spring layers persistently towards summer.
Snow birds and other tourists used to ask us if we missed the seasons in Key West since it was always sunny and warm there. Locals (Conchs) and residents for ten or more years (fresh water Conchs) knew that Spring very much existed there as verified by the glorious, reddish orange Poinciannas Trees that canopy the island every year.
Spring in Key West is subtle, sliding from balmy winter to the long sunny days of summer. And as much as I grew to appreciate the subtle changes of season and light in the tropics, this mountain Spring is coaxing out of me a new hope. A lightness of heart and a new interest in exporing and creating is tempting me. This is the Spring of my childhood, like the ones I remember as the REAL beginning to each of the happy years of my youth.
So happy new year everyone! And warm wishes until next time.
Disclaimer: My spellchecker on wordpress is not working. hehe.
March 7, 2007
At our place in South Florida we have Lantanas that have grown into a HUGE bush. One sunny day I picked a few blooms and plopped them in a vase. The resulting oil painting is one of my favorites. On canvas, 18″x24″, framed. Available for sale. Contact anitamorrell@aol for details. If it is true that each of us have within us an artist child, then today my normally small quiet child is screaming and having a tantrum! Better get to creating! Warm wishes.
March 5, 2007
See my new art blog at http://www.dailyart.wordpress.com/ From a series of paintings I call “City Girls”, there is “Penelope from Palm Beach”. She is an original oil painting on canvas, framed, 18″ x 24″. Last year (B.D.D.), Penelope and her “sisters” were born during a happy, south Florida time where I painted daily in front of a great window looking out over the lantanas and bougainvillea.
Let’s see, besides “Penelope from Palm Beach” there is also “Becca from Boca”, “Gail from Ft. Lauderdale” (already purchased), and “Holly from Homestead”… They are all spunky with lots of attitude. A little edgy but uplifting, these gals sprang from my canvases as if their lives depended on it.
Am getting back into my painting now and will have new pieces finished often (if you believe my new blog: dailyart). Warm wishes until then.<a href=”http://technorati.com/faves?sub=addfavbtn&add=http://dailyart.wordpress.com”><img src=”http://static.technorati.com/pix/fave/tech-fav-1.png” alt=”Add to Technorati Favorites” /></a>