Sunday, May 27, 2018

what she drew

i believe i was aware
of her lines around town
before i took her drawing class
in the basement
of the Cultural Arts Center,
a series of evening classes
with my kid's old pencil pouch
full of soft artist pencils
and charcoal.
[photo courtesy of TM]
but it's possible
my first encounter with Tristin
was as my drawing teacher,
reminding me of how to
SEE
what is there
and what is not.
[photo courtesy of TM]
and, after that,
it was clear
(when i would see lines
put together in just such a way)
that they were Tristin's marks -
on windows,walls, doors -
all around town.
[photo courtesy of TM]
and, eventually,
i attended one of her art shows
in town,
this particular swirl of lines
staying with me.
~ ~ ~
of ocean /
creative chaos /
unfinished /
before the storm /
until later.
nature does not care if you are comfortable
tristin miller / 2016

i bet she'd be happy to sell you some art, too

Sunday, May 13, 2018

twenty-five years less than one hundred

a very HAPPY 75th to
my DAD
(aka Grandpa)
clockwise from the Grandpa: Samantha, Julianna, Becca, Jonathan, Samuel, Alex (hidden), Joseph
 the pied piper of children
& not-so-much-anymore children

a BLAZING chocolate cake!

seventy-five WISHES

another generation helps out (my brother, Jeff, and me, representing middle agers in the wings)

presents & HAIKUS

Mom & me

examining the original poem on the reverse of a painting by his second grandson
 
grandsons, position one

grandsons, position two

grandsons, position three

grandchildren, take one

grandchildren, take two

grandchildren, take three

grandchildren, take four

grandchildren, take five AND DONE!

Mother's Day with my mother!!!

how lucky am I
this is a secret post,
unshared on social media :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!!!
love, Meg