I took this at Lake Matinenda, Ontario, in 2014.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: simple pleasures.
I took this at Lake Matinenda, Ontario, in 2014.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: simple pleasures.
Do the ghosts wander the museum at night, wondering?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: perplexed.
Photo credit to Dr. W. Strang, with my camera. That is me in front of an truly amazing quartz crystal from Arkansas in the Smithsonian Natural History Museum.
I was back in the DC area with my daughter, visiting my son and future daughter in law. Hopefully after this year I won’t say future any more. This is round three after two postponements due to Covid-19.
Dr. Strang and I wanted to go to the Smithsonian but we got snowed in. The Smithsonian was closed Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. We went on Thursday. We got to the Museum of African American History and it was CLOSED. They were opening late, at one pm. It was 10:30.
We promptly diverted to the National Gallery, which opened at 11:00. We spent a good 3-4 hours there. We went back to Natural History. I worked in the shop there years ago and wanted to buy a rock. I was underwhelmed by the rocks available currently. More expensive and a lot less of them. On the other hand, I suppose there are only so many rocks.
What about fear? I chose fear for the Ragtag Daily Prompt today. I was not terribly afraid at the Smithsonian, but I was careful. After my fourth bad pneumonia last year, this time on oxygen for months, I did not want to get Covid-19. We have used fear before, but I think some words can be reused.
you are so beautiful
I love you so much
and I see you
so clearly
I look at you
I wish
you could see me
you see the darkness
the bear
you carry with you
and project
on me
you hold the bear
at a distance
you see it
all the time
in other people
when the bear comes
I hold open my arms
and welcome it
and I don’t yell
the bear roars
with dripping teeth
tries to terrify me
and I reach for it
me too
I say
come meet
my monsters
all my monsters
anger fear grief
shame
come out
the bear
stares at them
they hold out
their arms
the bear bows
his head
and we surround him
and welcome him
and love him
the bear cries
because you don’t love him
the bear cries
and cries and cries
we hold the bear
and cuddle him
and feed him
and try to warm him
and do the best we can
but we are not you
you come towards me
seeing the bear
fortified by my monsters
you attack
and my monsters hide
and hide your bear
and you stand
sword ready
to split us apart
confused
where is the bear?
you are sure
you see a bear
but it is gone
and I am a little girl
the naked sword is raised
the gun is loaded
you and weapons ready
no bear
you lower the gun
the sword
and make excuses
and leave
and the bear
hugs us all
thanks us
as you leave
the bear walks faster
nearly a shambling run
and dissolves into you
we wave
my monsters and I
we wave goodbye again
send love
to you and your bear
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: myopic.
I forget how BIG the Washington, DC Mall is. On my last day visiting out east over the winter holidays, my friend B and I went to the Mall. Above is the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History (DINOSAURS!), then the National Gallery of Art and then the Capitol Building. We went to the National Gallery first because they opened late at 11 am, while the Smithsonian was opening some buildings at 1 pm.

Looking the other way, the Washington Monument, the National Museum of African American History and Culture, and the National Museum of American History.
The museum buildings are each two city blocks long and a city block wide. They are enormous. We only went through part of the National Gallery and then ducked in to Natural History. There are now 23 buildings, including the National Zoo, in the Smithsonian. It is amazing and wonderful. And there are other museums as well, including the National Gallery of Art.
The Smithsonian: https://www.si.edu/museums.
The National Gallery of Art: https://www.nga.gov/.

They are SKOOKUM museums.
Over the winter holidays, my daughter and I flew to see family in Maryland. We stayed in a very small circle of people. It snowed and the Smithsonian was closed for a couple days, but I went in on my last day before returning home.
I like the confusing reflections in this picture. Maybe the skeletons are confused about being on display too.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: ooze.
Taken in 2016, mushrooming with a friend.
Over KwanChunChrisSoliday, we discuss bicycles. We now have a plethora of electric bicycles, so we need a phrase that describes the “old” style bicycle. We came up with acoustic or analog. I like acoustic bicycle, because it sings.
My friend B-from-Arlington (BfA): “But they don’t make noise.” He didn’t approve of either idea.
“Well, we had spoke bells, and playing cards. My bikes make noise.” Sometimes it’s me making it.
We are riding on a rails to trails path in Northern Virginia. Seven of us and me on oxygen. It’s only my second bike ride since March 2021, when my lungs fell apart. We are all on acoustic bicycles.
I feel pretty strong for most of it, 14.5 miles. It seems flat, though it is a very gentle downgrade, until the last 0.5 mile, which is gently up hill. Oh, my lungs don’t like that bit at all and by now my muscles are saying Why are we doing this? I am relieved when we get to the coffee shop destination. Three of us will stay there, while the other four will ride back and get the cars. I hang out with K-f-A, BfA’s spouse, and their son. Their son examines my phone, asks why it has four camera eyes. I have no idea, so he proceeds to figure it out. We play with the slow motion camera for a while.
We know what a penny farthing is, and safety bicycles and tricycles. The early safety bicycles did not have brakes and had wooden rims and wooden spokes. My brother outlaw has one, from the 1880 or 90s. Another friend collects penny farthings and has one that is entirely of cast iron. It would be a little bumpy and the seat is pretty hard. It is also massively heavy. So now we add acoustic bicycles to the electric ones.
Go, google, spread the word.
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Dang, others have come up with it too. Traditional bicycle sounds too fogey.
https://www.reddit.com/r/ebikes/comments/hp2l30/can_we_please_stop_calling_traditional_bicycles/
https://www.bikebiz.com/what-shall-we-call-the-non-electrified-bicycle/
Waiting for the ferry to Bainbridge, I am watching a man working on an I beam, with a cheerful yellow umbrella clamped to it. The old overpass is being taken down and a new ferry terminal is going up.
I am clearly back in the Pacific Northwest.
I get Ms Bun and the blanket from my church silent auction fundraiser. She did not have many bids, so I bid on her.
When I get her, I wonder who to give her to.
I am gone for two weeks, with a cat sitter coming in daily. The cats are bigger but still kittens. They are amazed when I get home. They are so surprised. I get the impression that they thought I was gone forever.
They are even more delighted when I go to bed. They purr and purr and purr. I am staying! They are very happy.
Today I have to get groceries. When I return, I see who Ms Bun is for. She helps take care of the cats when I am not here, and they both cuddle in her lap.
Welcome, Ms. Bun.
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