In October orange is THE color -- here on Cape Cod we get more yellow and orange than red, except for the wonderful flame bushes (they probably have a more proper name but flame is just what they look like). How can you not love looking at the trees in fall? At the moment I'm planning a drive along lovely, two-lane, old stage coach road, Rte. 6A. I love it all times of year, spring is a great joy. Autumn, like today will be wonderful even though the sky is gray and rain has fallen and more is expected.
I'm on my way to see a Metropolitan Opera simulcast of Don Giovanni. A glorious feast of music for a gray day. Some think it's the greatest opera of all. I don't think that although it is among the ones I've seen most often. We are tremendously lucky to have an idiosyncratic little movie theatre that shows these simulcasts as well as ones from the National Theatre of London and from the Bolshoi Ballet. The interior has a barrel ceiling painted by Rockwell Kent showing young, sexy Greek gods and goddess among stars. And it has chairs with white slip covers instead of movie seats. The pitch of the floor is not quite as good as one wishes. I'm going early enough to get a seat from which I can expect a good view. Although it's not a sunny day as one might wish, it's a "my cup runneth over" kind of day.
For some reason apparently known only to the evil genies that control blogspot, the activity choices I usually find at the top of my blog disappeared and I could not find a way to add posts until this morning. I finally had a small brainstorm -- we older people who did not grow up with computers are truly babes lost in a dark and tangled forest when it comes to how computer programs work-- I speak for myelf.
I have been quite busy quilting and in the case of the two photos here, being grateful to the Uncommon Threads group for including me in a very nice, and sizable show, along with another group called Fiber Frenzy (not quilters but people who do a variety of other kinds of fiber art) ). The show will run all of October at what is called the Brewster Ladies' Library in the town of Brewster. I have four small quilts in the show. In the top photo the snow scene and the electric chair are mine and the big quilt is Robin Mcguire's.
In the lower photo my little Puddle Jumper quilt (with poem on the side) and the autumn leaf self-portrait are mine. The other pieces are other kinds of fiber art. (Both these photos can be enlarged by clicking on them.) I have exhibited quilts (larger ones in most cases) in big guild shows and been happy about that, but usually felt lost among more striking and often much more traditional works. This is a near perfect size venue -- a big meeting room in a sizable and very attractive library. The variety of fiber pieces is truly a showcase of craft, abstract designs, pictorial ones and use of a wide variety of materials. The show was thoughtfully and artistically hung by a couple of member of my quite group. The opening reception last Sunday was very well attended. Some pieces are for sale, perhaps not quite half.
I hope I can continue to find the method of posting because I have a number of other photos I want to share.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!