Greetings from Spockgirl Musings, where logic rules, but the frailties of
human nature, genetic inadequacies and hormonal imbalances wreak havoc.

Friday, June 25, 2010

The Weed and the Butterfly

or Graced by Beauty
In the middle of the day, I was looking at the big weed beside my front walk and thinking that perhaps I should have pulled it out instead of leaving it there for the extra greenery and to see what the flowers would look like. I had often found myself standing beside this weed, noting that it had grown almost as tall as me. So, as I was pondering this again today, a yellow butterfly flew up from it and off to the East, following the west wind. At the time, I thought that it would have been nice if I had been able to take a picture of her. Less than a minute later, a yellow butterfly came flying back towards me, against the wind. I hurried up the front porch stairs to get my cell phone to see if I could get a picture of her, but I had about twenty feet to go before I would reach the wild violets that she had alit upon in the garden. I made it there and crept in slowly with ninja-like stealth, carefully kneeling down beside her to get the first photo, but sadly, her wings were folded. She lifted off and headed for the next flower to her left, a blue hydrangea just starting to bloom, and I inched my way beside her on my knees for the second photo. She uprooted again and headed west, to the next patch of wild violets, where I got the third and final photo.

I never get excited about much of anything, but I was actually so excited about this one little butterfly to the extent that I was tempted to post the photos on the blog right away. I resisted the temptation in order to write this to accompany them. The point of the story is that if I had pulled that weed, the yellow butterfly probably wouldn’t have stopped for a rest and nibble in my garden, and I would not have been "Graced by Beauty". I still, however, do not know why she decided to come back after flying away the first time. One of life’s charming mysteries.

Freshly cut

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Monday, June 21, 2010

Speaking of weird birds

Weird Bird

Two posts in one day? Say it isn't so. I am running on empty right now after managing only 2 1/2 hours of sleep this morning. You can imagine how tired I was going to the ritual badminton tonight, wherein I did actually comment that I was playing zen badminton, after hitting some good shots and pickups, but then this happened off of one of my hits:

During the 20 or so years I've been playing, I've muscled some smashes over the tape, had some drops trickle over, had birds get stuck "in" the net, but this is a first.

Everything I need to know I learned from....

Well, not really, but here's one:

"OK I'll try."
"No... try not. Just do."

"I don't believe it."
"That is why you fail."

ps: I just realized that Spockgirl posting quotes from Empire might be strictly forbidden. Oooh.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Ballpoint pen

So, this is another huge step for me, posting a sketch I did in ballpoint pen about twenty years ago. I was originally going to email it, for a second opinion, to another blog, MCF, which had a post a while back that inspired me to go searching for my old work. But, I decided to wait and see if I could gain enough confidence to post it here. So, there you have it. Hopefully you can tell who I was drawing.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Reach for the Sky

Someone, namely b13fotographica, already used
"Reach for the Sun" today, so I decided to
change the title for my photo above.

Still Waiting
This one is further to my Anticipation post

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Three Cups of Tea

Last week I read "Three Cups of Tea", which, being non-fiction is not my usual choice for reading material. However, I picked it up because it sounded like an amazing story. Amazing indeed. Usually when I try something new it does not turn out well, but this book I found to be an exception, and could not put it down. Written in third person, narrative style (Who knows if I am remembering my grade school grammar terms correctly, but I don't think the grammar police frequent my blog so I should be all right.), it is a fascinating story of one man's personal journey spanning three continents, four countries and as many cultures as well as extremely diverse peoples. When I was about one third through the book, I was wondering what else could happen in this man's life. Half way through I thought what else could this man do? Pretty much by that point, I thought everything had been covered, but boy was I wrong. I highly recommend this book, despite the fact that it made me feel totally inadequate as a human being.

Written/Published by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin in 2006, it is as pertinent today as it was then, especially if you are up on current events in Pakistan and Afghanistan. My suggestion is - don't google it, just read it.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Nature's Negative Space?

I took some photos a few days ago, and came up with the "negative space" theme for these particular ones. I'm rather glad I don't have to write an extensive amount or think terribly much while I am doing this post, as I have been up for almost 16 hours straight (by choice, on a Sunday yet) after only 3 1/2 hours of sleep. Good thing I don't operate heavy machinery.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Diamonds in the Rough

I wanted to call this one "Waiting in the Wings" or
"Pink Rose with Buds" (get it?)

Saturday, June 5, 2010


My intent when I took this photo was to capture the new
growth (green) pinecones and the spirea just below...
the sun was an unexpected surprise.

I have been lacking purpose and feeling useless, mostly due to the fact that I was insane enough to reopen my business. I look at this photo and for a moment whatever cares or worries I have are carried away and almost forgotten. However, it also lends itself to a pensive mood, which leads me to being "thankful".

I am thankful to have been able to take this photo and all the other photos I have posted on this blog, in light of the fact that I had lost my eyesight for a period of time, and it took a few years, several treatments and a couple surgeries to get some of it back.
I am thankful that my mom was around to help me out while I was going through that.
I am thankful for this medium, and the three people who have looked at my blog and commented.

ps: I know, I know - this is the most personal post I've done thus far. Chalk it up to human frailty or hormonal imbalances.

Thursday, June 3, 2010


When will summer get here.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


I really should paint these stairs....
but they have such a wonderful patina after 8 years.
They sort of look like how I feel.