I’ve been spending time downtown in my city recently, and I took this wonderful shot of a utility box that had been painted into a piece of art – a box of popcorn!
I love these little art mini-murals, for two reasons: 1) it’s great to see something unusual made out of a utilitarian piece of industrial equipment like a utility box, and 2) it keeps the box from becoming trashed by graffiti and vandalism. This particular box happens to be across the street from a special movie theater, the Cinerama (upper left of the photo), which runs huge 70-mm films, and calls itself “Seattle’s Most Epic Movie Experience.” Yeah! History and info here: https://cinerama.com/History.aspx Isn’t it fun to have a big box of popcorn mural on the street in front of a historic movie theater?
Update: neglected garden re-planting
My friend and fellow blogger Dahlia has been asking me about my little garden plot that I posted about a few weeks ago. It’s still going well! I’ve got a few update photos:
This was the little area that has been neglected and abandoned at the edge of our yard, and over the past few years it became overgrown with invasive plants. I took the time finally this March to clear out the troublesome plants and to plant it carefully with native plants, then I added compost on top of the soil to help get it going.
In my post I was reflecting that so often we do little jags of writing here and there but don’t give our writing the concerted and kind attention that helps it grow and become stronger. – Like this part of my yard! Dahlia’s question reminded me of my topic for that post, which was the value of paying attention, regularly and with kindness, to one’s writing as well as one’s gardening. I am happy to report that both the garden, and my writing project, are benefiting from regular and kind attention. I hope you are giving your own writing or photography or art the same!
I wrote a small story (101 words) about a recent visit to our Seattle Japanese Garden, which opened for the season on March 1. It’s beautiful there in all seasons, but especially this time of year just before the trees start to leaf out and before the summer blossoms come. Here is the website: Seattle Japanese Garden
In the Japanese Garden
Stones line the pathway to the Tea House. Invisible waters cascade down the brook bed. Red winter branches of delicate maples pattern the emerald moss below.
Does the moss think: I am here to pad the way for falling leaves? Does the tree think: I am here to scatter my leaves upon the moss’s head?
Stones growl and sigh with anchored certainty while the trees sway and steal the wind’s transience from the air. A woman, a man, passing, understand nothing of the musical whisperings that float among the botanical beings of the garden. Only the earth understands.
Thanks for visiting!