Gauging fossils

I like to think about various men
My mind wanders engaging in theory
I have no urge to date again
Getting to know you makes me weary
My husbands welcome seemed less than more
Coming home I felt alone
Now I’m welcomed at the door
I am happy: my cat is home
I like men best now in the abstract
My imagination is a happy place
Real life ones really don’t attract
I am au courant with “leave no trace”
My daughter dismisses the men near my age
Misogynist fossils is how they are gauged

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: trophy.

I is for Imagination

Blogging from A to Z, all women artists, and this one is not my mother. Now we have a third woman artist, Nancy Clough. I know her through her daughter, who went to medical school with me at the Medical College of Virginia. I visited them in Portand, recently.

Nancy Clough does bronze statuary, clay statuary and pottery, and installations. I took the photographs when I was visiting. That sculpture is titled Summer and is one of four Season sculptures. She said that she needs to pour Winter again, because she sold her most recent one.

Statue by Nancy Clough.

Nancy Clough and her daughter have houses on the same property, with wonderful sculptures outside. Her art is imaginative and joyous! I asked how she started doing sculpture and she said that she had a class next to a sculpture class. She was drawn in. Like a moth to flame, I think! Contact me if you want to reach her about her wonderful work. Or surf the interweb. We are all spiders, skittering around the web.

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enter the dark

For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #133.

I took this in 2004, in the spring. My daughter and a friend are in the tent, having a tea party, with spray whipped cream and a china tea set. The tree is just budding out. There is a ladder up to the tree platform, built with the help of my daughter’s grandfather. He is 91 now.

Is this mundane? What is mundane? We are entering the dark part of the year hear, wet and cold. We hope that spring will return. Happy Halloween……