"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.

Thursday, May 24, 2012


Cool image!

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Girl with ...

... shiny digital camera!

A new take on Vermeer's Girl with a Pearl Earring (Het meisje met de parel).

Mitchell Grafton 2012
Mitchell Grafton, Self Portrait, 2012[?]

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Big Bang Big Boom


Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Some crazy new...

Ready for some new...


Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Color the Grey

Just back from trip Across The Big Pond.
Had me all sorts of weather: cold, cold & rainy, freezin' cold (for me) & rainy, warm & sunny, hot...

Got back — grey, rainy and cold weather.
And caught a cold.

So feeling rather grey and cold myself, and remembering all those grey days with grey-to-ish buildings makes me appreciate all the more these photos.

County Cork, Ireland

both images via
*Update: Found here that this is Neal's Yard Salad Bar, Covent Garden, London

Monday, May 14, 2012

Vesta Visit

... and a funny comment from the Youtube page:
This is why we have nothing to fear from AI robots. Why would you sit around on Earth farming humans when you could spend your thousands-of-years lifespan watching youtube? I mean, soaring through space? crewnumber169


Each positive happening resonates powerful ripples in our collective pond. Look for things to celebrate. Ignore what isn’t loving and replace it with your own good thoughts and activity. Make the choices that will keep your feet firmly on your path. Many of us were motivated in recent years by anger, pressing us forward as a response to outrage and frustration, but anger is a catalyst, not a life path. Perpetual anger distorts our judgment. It’s yet another hole in which we can find temporary comfort, but no future for ourselves or our world. No, it’s not anger that will blast us out of pattern. It’s self-love, self-understanding, compassion and grace. 
Judith Gayle — Choosing Another Street

Walking Down Another Street

There’s A Hole In My Sidewalk
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
by Portia Nelson

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit … but,
my eyes are open,
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.
from Judith Gayle — Choosing Another Street

Tuesday, May 01, 2012