Saturday, April 30, 2005

**uses sign language: "Irritate Your Man with Movies No. 2**



Drink tea. Eat finger sandwiches. Wear a corset and watch The Piano.

If he resists, don't say a word - just stare at him stonily. Then emphatically sign the phrase "Do you know how many times I've sat through Rocky?" Once again, stare stonily.

[For added irritation, neglect to tell him about Harvey Keitel's "special scene."]

Irritez votre homme avec des films - No. 1

Friday, April 29, 2005

I Love Trees

**FLYING CONDITIONS: Sunny; occasional gusts of wind**


© C. Geisler

Today, while I was driving my daughter to school, she metioned that today was Arbor Day. I happen to love trees, so I decided today was the day for a mini rant regarding trees and my "community."

The subdivision in which I live was built on old farmland, as are many in the area. Understandably, there are not many trees left standing. What angers me is that the people in this development (and others in the area) apparently see no need to install plant-life of any variety, let alone trees. Most homes have the standard builder's landscaping - cheap shrubs of scanty quantity. (There is actually a home that used landscaping rocks in lieu of mulch. Seriously, they have two ugly shrubs and then just rocks.) Occasional homes have one ornamental tree that will never grow to substantial size.

I could rant about the area's conformist, apathetic, characterless, sedentary ways, but I won't. This post is about trees.

There are a myriad of reasons for planting trees. The Ecological ones are obvious so I won't go into it here, but see the links below. Here are a few of my reasons:

1. Beauty: Large, swaying trees are much more pleasing that flat, flat horizon. Trees also distract from the fact that all the houses are unintersting shades of beige and putty.

2. Comfort: Shade in the summer! Also, a neighborhood filled with trees makes a person feel welcomed. It makes a group of similar houses plunked down own similar lots feel like a comunity. Without trees, it just feels cold and lifeless.

3. Experiencing the Natural World: There are so many creatures out there to see and learn about. For example: You can't see different varieties of birds, if they have no where to live. (No, the birdfeeder on a shepherd's hook in the middle of your ChemLawn doesn't count.)

I don't understand these people. I guess they like the sun blazing down upon their heads. I guess they like that everyone can see what's going on in their backyards. I guess raking leaves in autumn is just too much work. I guess for them, nature belongs on TV.

I'm not like the members of my "community." I don't want skin cancer. I like my privacy. Autum leaves make Halloween all the better. And while the Discovery Channel is great learning about tigers, I'd rather watch the woodpecker in my backyard. Call me weird.

My husband and I have planted 4 deciduous trees in the past year. Two Pin Oaks, one Royal Red Maple and one Red Maple. They range in height from 13ft. to 18 ft. tall. We also planted six Blue Spruce trees. I can only wish that whoever is living here 20 years from now will appreciate it.

Go plant a tree. Give back to the natural world. You owe it more than you know.

[Rant Complete]

www.futureforests.com

www.enature.com/

www.nature.org/

www.audubon.org/

www.nwf.org/

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Desired Travel Destination No. 1: New Zealand

**FLYING CONDITIONS: Foggy**

I really, really, really hope that I can get there someday.



Fjiordland


Milford National Park


Cathedral Bay


Koru or Silver Fern

The koru is the birth of a frond on a ponga fern. Also known as the ‘silver fern’, it has become a national symbol. Ponga grow wild, and are found in moist bush areas throughout New Zealand.
Photo credit: Ted Scott


This is a Koru pendant that I own. The koru represents new life, new beginnings, growth, movement...
You can purchase one here: www.aotearoa.co.nz/robertson/singlekoru1.htm


Maori were the first inhabitants of Aotearoa/New Zealand (meaning ‘Land of the Long White Cloud’). After arriving from their ancestral Polynesian homeland of Hawaiki, probably about 1000 years ago, they set up a thriving society based on the iwi (tribe), which flourished for hundreds of years.

According to Maori, the first explorer to reach New Zealand was Kupe. Using the stars and ocean currents as his navigational guides, he ventured across the Pacific on his waka hourua (voyaging canoe) from his ancestral Polynesian homeland of Hawaiki. It is thought that Kupe made landfall at the Hokianga Harbour in Northland, around 1000 years ago.


Oh, to see this in person.


There are more sheep in New Zealand than humans.


New Zealand's first settlers, the Maori, named the kiwi bird for the sound of its chirp - kiwi, kiwi, kiwi! This flightless bird, about the size of a domestic hen, has an extremely long beak and plumage that is more like hair than feathers. New Zealanders have adopted this nocturnal, flightless and endearing creature as their national emblem.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

A small bit of joy in the world



I was checking on a few of my shrubs the other day. As I fiddled with a lilac bush, a robin burst out of a nearby juniper. Suspecting a nest, I took a peek and sure enough, Mama Robin has a family on the way. I snapped one quick pic the next morning. I'll leave her be for now - I'm sure I freaked her out enough already.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

With Teeth

God, I can't wait for this record, to be released on May 3.


www.nin.com

Saturday, April 23, 2005

#!*%^! Snow


©Stone

Yes, it is possible that it might snow in this part of the country. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have shrubs getting ready to bloom, as well as significant growth in my perennial bed. I've been running around covering anything that I think could be damaged by snow or frost. Maybe I'm over-reacting, but this is my first major garden, I'd really hate to lose anything.

Friday, April 22, 2005

Must have the Precious...

And I will as soon as I save up my pennies. Thank God I don't have to bite off someone's finger for it.


Apple's Website

Incredible Movie Costumes No.1

**FLYING CONDITIONS: Hazy**

I love to sew. I love to make costumes. However, I don't have enough time to make them, so I drool over them instead. I hope you like this new "series" of mine.

The Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King
Galdriel at the Grey Havens
Costume Designer: Ngila Dickson, Richard Taylor
Best Costume Design (win): 2004 Academy
Best Costume Design (nom): 2004 British Academy Awards


This costume is simply stunning, as is Cate, one of my absolute favorite actresses.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

The Passing of the Elves

**FLYING CONDITIONS: Hazy; warm**



Well, the Elves and most other Lord of the Rings related files have left my computer and gone into the west (AKA CD backup). It's been a while since the release of Return of the King and the files were taking up gigs of hard drive space. It seems strange that there are no more LOTR films to look forward to. It seems strange to not be hunting for new spoilers or pictures.

Samwise said it best: "I don't know why, but it makes me sad."

A Elbereth Gilthoniel
by J.R.R. Tolkien

Snow-white! Snow-white! O lady clear!
O Queen beyond the Western Sea!
O Light to us that wander here
Amid the world of woven trees!

Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath.
Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee
In a far land beyond the Sea.

O stars that in the Sunless Year
With shining hand by her were sown,
In windy fields now bright and clear
We see your silver blossom blown.

O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees,
Thy starlight on the Western Seas.

A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
Silivren penna miriel
O menal aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-diriel
O galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, si nef aearon!

Ai! laurie lantar lassi surinen!
Yeni unotime ve ramar aldaron,
Yeni ve linte yuldar vanier
Mi oromardi lisse-miruvoreva
Andune pella Vardo tellumar
Nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
Omaryo airetari-lirinen.

Si man i yulma nin enquantuva?

An si Tintalle Varda Oilosseo
Ve fanyar maryat Elentari ortane,
Ar ilye tier undulare lumbule;
Ar sindanoriello caita mornie
I falmalinnar imbe met, ar hisie
Untupa Calaciryo miri oiale.
Si vanwa na, Romello vanwa, Valimar!
Namarie! Nai hiruvalye Valimar.
Nai elye hiruva. Namarie!

Ah! Like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
Long years numberless as the wings of trees!
The long years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead
In lofty halls beyond the West
Beneath the blue vaults of Varda
Wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice,
Holy and queenly.

Who now shall refill the cup for me?

For now the Kindler, Varda,
The Queen of the Stars, from Mount Everwhite
Has uplifted her hands like clouds,
And all paths are drowned deep in shadow;
And out of a grey country darkness lies on the foaming waves between us,
And mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.
Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar!

Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar.
Maybe even thou shalt find it! Farewell!

Gilthoniel A Elbereth!
A Elbereth Gilthoniel
O menel palan-diriel,
Le nallon si dinguruthos!
A tiro nin, Fanuilos!

A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!
Silivren penna miriel
O menal aglar elenath,
Gilthoniel, A! Elbereth!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees
Thy starlight on the Western Seas.

Visit Middle Earth



If you haven't been to Middle Earth, you don't know what your missing.
View the Lord of the Rings Trilogy Supertrailer here.

Make you sure you watch the Extended Editions!

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Parrish Relics

**FLYING CONDITIONS: Partly Sunny**

You must check out the jewelry on this site. It is just fabulous.

Parrish Relics Website

Monday, April 18, 2005

Excuse me, I Haiku'd

clusters of trumpets
ring out from the greening wood
periwinkle song

Too Far from Lothlorien

**FLYING CONDITIONS: Mostly Sunny**

I've been feeling homesick. In my hometown, there is a small woods that is just magical. Highlights of these woods are the Sycamores and the Bluebells. The Sycamores are among the largest and oldest in Ohio. I've heard that the bluebells in these woods are the largest natural occurence of bluebells in the United States.

While I'm preparing my garden update, here are some photos of "my own Lothlorien" for you to view. We should all live somewhere so beautiful.


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Sunday, April 17, 2005

Wee Visitor

**FLYING CONDITIONS: Sunny**

His name is Vid. I like him. He can stay.


© C. Geisler

Friday, April 15, 2005

Buzzin' By

**FLYING CONDITIONS: Sunny**

I've been quite busy gardening. This has led to lack of extensive posts. Look for a garden update soon.


© Stone

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

John Singer Sargent

Thanks to one of my friends, I've been reminded of how much I love the work of John Singer Sargent. Here are a few of my favorites:


Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose, 1885-1886 
Tate Gallery, London


Garden Study of the Vickers Children, 1884
Flint Institute of Arts, Michigan


The Daughters of Edward D. Boit, 1882
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston


Lady Agnew of Lochnaw, 1892-93
National Galleries of Scotland, Edinburgh


Madame Pierre Gautreau (Madame X), 1884
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Springtime Soundtracks

**FLYING CONDITIONS: Partly Sunny**

I am a complete soundtrack junkie. Here are some of my favorites for Spring.

Monday, April 11, 2005

It's Monday. I need coffee

**FLYING CONDITIONS: Light fog**


Café du Monde's Coffe with Chickory. It's quintessentially New Orleans.
Pour yourself a cup and have a beignet!

Café du Monde

Sunday, April 10, 2005

My NOLA

**FLYING CONDITIONS: Sunny**

Here are several shots I took while in New Orleans (ages ago, it seems.) Look for more images later this week. Some of these images are available for purchase at my Café Press store (more in the future.)

All images are © C. Geisler
Clever Crow Photography Shop










Friday, April 08, 2005

NOLA

I just adore New Orleans - the food, the smell of the Garden District, the St. Charles Streetcar, the cemeteries, the Vieux Carré, the ghosts, the superstition, the tradition - I could go on and on and on. There is SO much more to NOLA than Bourbon Street and Mardi Gras, so I'm posting a few books here that wonderfully illustrate the spirit of New Orleans and the surounding area.


Elegance and Decadence


Vestiges of Grandeur


Gardens of New Orleans: Exquisite Excess

Chronicle Books

Richard Sexton

Thursday, April 07, 2005

The Romantic Eye

**FLYING CONDITIONS: Partly Sunny; Breezy**

One of my favorite photographers (and the greatest influence on me AS a photographer) is Edwin Smith.

I have to my mother to thank for introducing me to his work. When I was a teen, my mother worked as a clerk at a local county library. She loves to read - mainly mysteries and biographies - not the artsy-fartsy books I like. One of her duties was to gather all the books that were to be discarded (a crime, I know). She noticed a book called "The Romantic Eye" and thought that perhaps her dreamy, hopeless romantic, anglophile daughter would enjoy it, so she brought it home. I fell in love with the images in this book immediately. I also knew in my gut that I wanted to make pictures like that. I was compelled.



I added Photography to my high school schedule. (God bless my financially strapped mother for purchasing my first SLR camera, a manual Pentax. I can't ever thank her enough.) When I developed my first print (a horse jumping over a fence - not very Smith-like) I was hooked. There was such magic in that moment. I realized I could take a blank piece of paper and turn it into something special. I could capture fleeting moments. I could evoke emotion. I could conjure memory. I could freeze time. I was a magician.

About Edwin Smith:
Edwin Smith, the photographer, produced quintessential images of English architecture, landscapes, gardens and interiors. Trained as an architect, he was also a prolific contributor to books covering these and other subjects, often produced in partnership with his wife, the artist and author Olive Cook.

He described himself as "an architect by training, a painter by inclination, and a photographer by necessity."

Here are some of my favorite Edwin Smith Images. There are so many more I'd love to show you! The book The Romantic Eye can be purchased online at used book store, such as Alibris. Various other books can be purchased through Amazon.


Stokesay Castle, Shropshire
23 April 1959 © RIBA


The Chapter House Steps at Wells Cathedral
© RIBA


V. Sackville-West's boots, Sissinghurst, Kent
June 1962, © RIBA


Gates of Hardwick Hall, near Bury St. Edmunds, Suffolk
10 October 1955 © RIBA


View into the chancel. Bolton Abbey, Yorkshire
6 May 1959 © RIBA


Didmarton Parish Church, Gloucestershire,
1 July 1961 © RIBA


New Court, St. John's College, Cambrige
14 August 1964 © RIBA


Churchyard, Whitby, East Yorkshire
14 October 1956 © RIBA


Harvest Festival, Sutterton Parish Church, Lincolnshire
28 September 1956 © RIBA