close
The Wayback Machine - https://web.archive.org/web/20231123213724/https://blackmountainbarb.blogspot.com/

Black Mountain

Lake Tomahawk, Black Mountain NC, November 17, 2023

Thursday, November 23, 2023

Happy Thanksgiving (in the US)

 BERJAYA

I hope this link works...Robin Wall Kimmerer shares "Corn Tastes Better On The Honor System" with Emergence MagazineHERE.

If you're not familiar with Robin Wall Kimmerer, I would like to introduce you to one of my favorite authors. 

Emergence says this:

As we approach Thanksgiving this year, we are sharing one of our favorite features: “Corn Tastes Better on the Honor System,” by Potawatomi mother, scientist, and professor Robin Wall Kimmerer, with intricate illustrations and stop-motion animations made of hand-folded paper, by Suus Hessling. Taking us through maize’s nine-thousand-year history, Robin reflects on the ancient circle of reciprocity and collaboration that links this plant with humans, and considers what has been severed in this once deeply sacred relationship.


BERJAYA


BERJAYA

BERJAYA


BERJAYA


Today's quote:

 "think how much more interesting the news coverage would be if a liar's pants really did catch on fire!" from Patio Postcards Blog http://patioposts.blogspot.com/


BERJAYA



Wednesday, November 22, 2023

Winters to remember

 

BERJAYA 


Old photos...

-----------------------------

BERJAYA
Flat Creek, 2017 photo by Trung Lively


BERJAYA

Flat Creek, Feb 4, 2014 photo by B. Rogers

BERJAYA

Greenville SC - Main Street taken Jan 26, 1966 by Lewis Burress who worked at News Piedmont (large building under the sign perhaps)

BERJAYA

Dec 9, 2018 around 8 am, photo by Black Mountain News.

Mt. Mitchell, January 2018, photographer unknown

BERJAYA

BERJAYA

Looking Glass Falls Jan. 2018. unknown photographer


BERJAYA
Looking Glass Falls, January 2018, unknown photographer

BERJAYA

Dec. 23, 2018 at Lake Tomahawk
---------------
Repost from 2019

And though snow fell once (maybe twice with rain) in 2023, there was no accumulation here. We shall see what comes along in the next year...
----------------

Today's quote:

Earth is home to a web of living things that are connected to each other through a kaleidoscope of relationships.


BERJAYA







Tuesday, November 21, 2023

Colors are here still

 I may have gone overboard with the choices of flowers in this week's bouquet.



BERJAYA

BERJAYA

BERJAYA





BERJAYA



I have great gratitude for the plenty which is being shared among peoples and relations this week.


BERJAYA
L.C.Leyendecker 

Today's quote:

In its original literal sense, "moral relativism" is simply moral complexity. That is, anyone who agrees that stealing a loaf of bread to feed one's children is not the moral equivalent of, say, shoplifting a dress for the fun of it, is a relativist of sorts. But in recent years, conservatives bent on reinstating an essentially religious vocabulary of absolute good and evil as the only legitimate framework for discussing social values have redefined "relative" as "arbitrary". -Ellen Jane Willis, writer (1941-2006)

BERJAYA




Monday, November 20, 2023

Remembering Last Wednesday

 

BERJAYA
If that tabletop in the foreground didn't look so lopsided this could have been a header photo. Oh well...

BERJAYA
I don't think including the graffiti and the bench inside the gazebo helps though.


BERJAYA
The very last of the pretty red leaves. And we enjoy all these mild sunny days, but for how long? Fires have been starting out in the woods all over North Carolina. We desperately need rain.

BERJAYA

Had to get a close up


BERJAYA
At first I thought the grass had just been cut, but maybe several days ago. Not at all the season for pollen here!

BERJAYA
I went to a meeting with a student from Warren Wilson College, writing a paper about Climate Change actions in this area. 
BERJAYA
Suzanne and I spoke about the Climate Conversation group.


BERJAYA
It was great to learn about young people who are interested in Climate Change...and all the options that are available to work for change.

BERJAYA
These weren't the men putting up the Holiday decorations along the main streets...they were "real electricians working on the lines."


Today's quote:

Facing the truth upfront rather than turning from it will keep your life moving in a forward and positive direction.



BERJAYA



Sunday, November 19, 2023

Last market for 2023


BERJAYA
My friends drove over an hour to purchase their wreathes from Urban Farm Girl. I was really tempted. The dried flowers were wonderful in wreathes! Friends also wanted to reconnect with friends here!

BERJAYA

BERJAYA

BERJAYA
Though I didn't get involved in the pie tasting, I did support the market by purchasing a nice yellow tee shirt with a sunflower on it.

BERJAYA


BERJAYA

BERJAYA
The Mudbuddies had to keep holding the legs of their pop-up when wind gusts would blow through. Everyone was well tied down, with so many tents it was good.


BERJAYA

I supported Girl Scouts and a local cheese vendor, as well as one selling Elderberry syrup.
BERJAYA

My lunch at the Black Mountain Bistro consisted of seafood chowder and a half chicken salad sandwich, a few diet cokes, and some home-made chips. There were some salads also among our lunch choices. And there were some Berry Pie deserts as well as one Bistro Bites...little brownie bites, heated with ice cream on top. I didn't look at it while my friend ate it.


BERJAYA

The good friends sitting across from me. I had two shy friends sitting next to me. It was great to be with them all again...all Mudbuddies through the years. 


Today's quote:

One does not ask of one who suffers: What is your country and what is your religion? One merely says: You suffer, that is enough for me. -Louis Pasteur, chemist and bacteriologist (1822-1895)


BERJAYA

I met this cute spaniel on my way into the market...there were a few dogs, a few strollers, and a few younger people. But I kept seeing my friends, most of whom I must admit are qualified to be called elders.

Saturday, November 18, 2023

There be dragons and other beasts

Fellow blogger, Gweneth Rixon, shared some dragon photos on her blog. I like them, and wanted to give you a chance to see them too. How many people do you know with concrete dragons gracing their property? These are in Wales, UK.

Dragon!

We are in Wales, so....

BERJAYA


BERJAYA


There are dragons on the gateposts where we are staying!

--------------------------

I love these little dragons... babies to my mind, but quite capable of burping flames I'm sure!


And my beast contribution is from Susan Seddon Boulet, artist of many fantastical creatures.

BERJAYA
"Cockatrice" (1980)
--Picture in: 1991 Bestiary Postcards
--Published in: Engagement Calendar 1993 (A Bestiary, as "Cockatrice", with Michael's text: "The Cockatrice was capable of killing a person with a single glance from its glowing eyes. A winged beast with the body of a cock or wyvern (dragon) and always the tail of a wyvern, it was so poisonous that its habitat became the first desert.")



Friday, November 17, 2023

Action in my life

 

BERJAYA
This was the most action photo I could find in my files.

I really just wanted to give myself a pat on the back. Last Wed. in exercise class I was able to do the entire aerobic portion standing up, rather than sitting down about halfway through. It's only about 15 minutes, if that. But I had that goal for when I walked in...and I made it.

This is really important for me, because lots of my goals just wash away with the tide...or the breeze.

That's all.

-------------

Today's quote (from someone who was well known enough to be quoted somewhere):

If we would have new knowledge, we must get us a whole world of new questions. -Susanne Langer, philosopher (1895-1985)

BERJAYA


Sorry about tagging on Monet's details on a Wordless Wednesday. I could have made it a separate post, I guess!

Thursday, November 16, 2023

Did you ever read Pippi Longstocking?

I admit it was after I was a child, or at least the time when my parents controlled what I read. I didn't know the following.

Nov. 14 was the...

"... birthday of Swedish writer Astrid Lindgren (1907), who unleashed a nine-year-old fictional free spirit named Pippi Longstocking on the world. Pippi had sagging leggings, messy carrot-colored hair, and a pet monkey named Mr. Nilsson. She claimed that her father was a South Sea cannibal king, lived by herself, threw wild parties, and generally shocked and annoyed grown-ups, which endeared her to children worldwide. Her full name was Pippilotta Delicatessa Windowshade Mackrelmint Efraim’s Daughter Longstocking. One grumpy adult reader sent Lindgren a letter saying, “No normal child sleeps with her feet on the pillow or eats up a whole cake at a coffee party.”

Lindgren was a farmer’s daughter just outside the small town of Vimmerby in southern Sweden when she became pregnant out of wedlock at 19. She hightailed it to Stockholm, where she had a son, became a secretary, got an office job, married, and had a daughter named Karin. Once when Karin was ill, she asked her mother to tell her a fairy tale about a girl named Pippi Longstocking. Lindgren didn’t ask questions; she just did as she was told. She said, “I just began the story, and since it was a strange name it turned out to be a strange girl as well.” She was already writing, inventing characters in books like Ronja, The Robber’s Daughter; Mischievous Meg; The Lionheart Brothers; and The Children of Troublemaker Street. Lindgren’s books have sold more than 80 million copies worldwide.

When she finally decided to write down Pippi’s stories for her daughter’s 10th birthday, she decided to send them to a publisher, too, and included a note that read, “In the hope that you won’t notify the Child Welfare Committee.” She said, “I had two children of my own, and what kind of mother had they who wrote such books!”

Astrid Lindgren died at 94 in 2002. She became something of a political activist in Sweden, campaigning for environmental causes, and for children and animal rights; the Lex Lindgren animal protection law was named after her. In 1976, she took on a tax system that legally charged some taxpayers more than 100 percent of their income by writing an adult fairy tale called Pomperipossa in the World of Money. It became so popular that it led to the downfall of the Social Democratic government later that year.

Pippi Longstocking begins: “She had no mother and no father, and that was of course very nice because there was no one to tell her to go to bed just when she was having the most fun, and no one who could make her take cod liver oil when she much preferred caramel candy.”

Thanks to Writer's Almanac 2017.

I used to post these birth anniversaries on FB, and sometimes still do. The Writer's Almanac is still sending out daily posts, even if from 6 years ago. So lots of it is pretty outdated. Not birth anniversaries though!

Wednesday, November 15, 2023

Just a bit of a different view

 

BERJAYA
Lakeview center: Lake Tomahawk, Black Mountain NC


Sharing with Wordless Wednesday.


Today's quote:

Art is how we decorate space, music is how we decorate time. -Jean-Michel Basquiat, artist (1960-1988)

---------------------------------

BERJAYA
Waterlillies by Claude Monet, who's birthday was yesterday, 11.14.1840...

"...the artist who said, “I would like to paint the way a bird sings”: Claude Monet, born in Paris in 1840. His father ran a grocery store and had hoped that his son would follow in his footsteps. The boy had other ideas and vowed to become an artist, much to his father’s dismay. Monet began his studies at the age of 10 in Le Havre, working first in charcoal. He drew caricatures, which he would sell to the locals for 10 or 20 francs apiece. About five years later, he befriended artist Eugène Boudin, who became his mentor and taught him oil painting. Boudin also encouraged him to paint en plein air [in the open air], or outside. “One day, Boudin said to me, ‘Learn to draw well and appreciate the sea, the light, the blue sky,’” Monet later said. “I took his advice.”

In 1861, he joined the cavalry in Algeria, intending to serve for seven years. Two years later, he contracted typhoid, and his aunt arranged for him to be discharged; he returned to France to study art, rejecting the traditional École des Beaux-Arts in favor of the private Académie Suisse. It was there that Monet met Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Alfred Sisley, and Frédéric Bazille; the four young artists became disillusioned with the meticulous detail that was fashionable in academic circles, and they began experimenting with a new style of landscape painting, producing rapid “sketches” using short, broken brushstrokes and trying to capture, above all, the fleeting quality of the light. Monet produced many paintings in the late 1860s, and although he hadn’t fully adopted the technique that he became known for, he did break from tradition by painting scenes from everyday, middle-class life. He received positive notice for his painting The Woman in the Green Dress in 1866; his model, Camille Doncieux, became his lover and, later, his wife.

His painting Impression, Sunrise, which he painted in 1872, was exhibited for the first time at an independent art show in 1874, and it was his first public showing of the sketch-like style he had been trying out. “I had sent a thing done in Le Havre, from my window, sun in the mist and a few masts of boats sticking up in the foreground,” he later wrote. “They asked me for a title for the catalog, it couldn’t really be taken for a view of Le Havre, and I said: ‘Put Impression.’” The painting and the show were poorly received by the critics, including Louis Leroy, who dubbed the style “Impressionism.” Leroy was being derogatory, and wrote, “Wallpaper in its embryonic state is more finished than that seascape,” but Monet and his contemporaries adopted the name anyway. For his part, Monet felt he had finally come home. “I didn’t become an impressionist. As long as I can remember I have always been one.”

Camille died of tuberculosis in 1879, shortly after the birth of their second son. Monet painted a portrait of her on her deathbed, as a last tribute. He told his friend Georges Clemenceau: “Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment. To such an extent indeed that one day, finding myself at the deathbed of a woman who had been and still was very dear to me, I caught myself in the act of focusing on her temples and automatically analyzing the succession of appropriately graded colors which death was imposing on her motionless face.” He grieved her loss deeply, for several months, but felt a renewed passion for his art, and moved with his children to the home of his patron, Ernest Hoshedé. The patronage fell apart when Hoshedé ran into financial difficulties, but Hoshedé’s wife Alice provided patronage of a different sort; they began an affair, she paid Monet’s debts with her dowry, and eventually moved with him to Giverny, where the artist bought a small farmhouse surrounded by an orchard. They eventually married after the death of her husband in 1892; the following year, Monet bought a strip of marshland across the road from his house, and found great pleasure in designing a water-garden. “I am only good at two things, and those are: gardening and painting,” he wrote. He spent nearly 30 years in his gardens, planting and painting irises and tulips, wisteria and bamboo.

Later in his career, he became interested in painting the same subject at different times of day, and produced several series: water lilies, haystacks, poplars, the cathedral in Rouen, and the Houses of Parliament in London. As he grew older, he developed cataracts, which left him nearly blind and had a profound effect on his perception of colors. His tones became muddy and muted, and his paintings had a reddish or yellowish cast. He had to rely on the labels of his paint tubes to tell him what color they contained, but he was determined to carry on. In 1921, he told a journalist, “I will paint almost blind, as Beethoven composed completely deaf.” In a letter to a friend in 1922, he complained: “To think I was getting on so well, more absorbed than I’ve ever been and expecting to achieve something, but I was forced to change my tune and give up a lot of promising beginnings and abandon the rest; and on top of that, my poor eyesight makes me see everything in a complete fog. It’s very beautiful all the same and it’s this which I’d love to have been able to convey. All in all, I am very unhappy.” He finally agreed to have surgery performed on his right eye in 1923, but he was disappointed with the results and refused to have the procedure repeated on his left eye. He was never again able to use both eyes together effectively, and was only able to read and write with the aid of special glasses. He died of lung cancer in 1926; his home and gardens in Giverny are now the property of the French Academy of Fine Arts, and host visitors from all over the world.
Writer's Almanac 2017