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sink

This is for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #142: washbasin.

I took this in 2014 at my family’s cabin on Lake Matinenda, in Ontario, Canada. No running water. This is the outside station for washing hands and face and brushing teeth, with lake water in the upper bucket. We filter the water to drink now, but didn’t for the years and years when I was growing up.

Meanwhile, I am using two plastic washbasins at home, since before Thanksgiving. Why? The drain pipe in my 1930s house from the kitchen sink has failed where it goes into the concrete floor. A new pipe is to be installed, this Friday. Currently I can’t use the kitchen drain or the laundry, but the other sinks, shower and bathrooms go into the main drain and are fine! I do the dishes and use the main drains to dump the water. Hooray for workarounds and I will also be very glad to have my kitchen sink back.

 

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reveal 1

My photographs and posts last week were from Maryland and the art is from the National Museum of Women in the Arts: https://nmwa.org/, in Washington, DC.

Today I am going to start reposting the art, along with photographs of the names of the artists and titles of the work.Β  The current show is titled “Magnetic Fields”, after the above work by Mildred Thompson, and is about black women abstract artists.

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So let’s go through them one by one:

Abstract.

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I did not capture the explanations. But the piece on the right is by Judy Chicago.

Power.

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This one I did:

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Threshold and Rest, I did not capture the name of the artist.

Use of color:

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Here:

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Use of color 2:

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Here:

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This is a fabulous and gorgeous museum. I enjoyed exploring it with my family and thought that my mother, an artist, would be very pleased.

For the Daily Prompt: treat!

 

 

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forgiveness 2

I am failing to forgive
I am succeeding in forgiving

The people that I have let go
I have forgiven
I do not plan to see them again
They have hurt me grievously
They have had time and time, years
to contact me and to listen
They choose not to
I let them go
I am tired of being hurt
They have no remorse nor kindness

It is the people that I hold on to
Some hope that they are loving
Some hope that they will listen
Some hope that they won’t believe the stories
They still hurt me grievously
They do not answer and make no move
Listening loving healing

I have to let them all go

And then I can forgive
Beloved, I want to forgive

And there is no reconciliation
When no one will listen

 

For the Daily Prompt: finally.