This morning we visited the Palatine Chapel in the Palácio Nacional de Sintra ( bits date back to to the 14th century). This evening in Lisbon we saw some very contemporary trash art by Bordello II.
First moments in Lisbon suggest there is lots to notice.
February at home.
Winter weekend in the country.
Vejigante, a mischievous Puerto Rican folk figure, and quite a good felt bunny. Making connections with our stuff.
Roots for supper.
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Wonderland.
Up next.
I suspect there was a list of who was seen. The feeders were most visible from the stairwell so observations were casual.
In the 1990s (before feeding birds became sketchy) we built this swell structure by the entrance to the @mnhnovascotia.bsky.social . It was to demonstrate various styles of commercial and homemade bird feeders. We thought it looked sort of Italian.
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“From Greenland’s Icy Mountains” the 1819 missionary hymn feels relevant.
Last summer I saved some woody roots of kale plants. Yesterday I made them into miniature "trees." They look a bit scary and reminded me of the disturbing 1894 painting "Evil Mothers" by Giovaqnni Segantini.
Ten years ago these "good design" projects in Halifax attracted my notice.
The Feast of Stephen.
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Breakfast required supplementary lighting. Cats bearing puddings in the background.
Do you notice that many parking lots offer giant crosswalks to, well nowhere. 🤔🫣
Did some final prep for winter with the terrace plants. Rewarded with a rainbow 🌈.
Breakfast in the dark and frozen north: a bowl of porridge and a bowl of coffee, and a view of the windswept terrace.
@katieingram.bsky.social dropped off a copy of her desirable new book. I took the cover photo c1970!
It’s the anniversary of the 1917 Halifax Explosion. A still and somber morning to visit sites in my neighborhood: a fragment of anchor shank from Mont Blanc, the grave of telegraph operator Vince Coleman, and the field where unidentified dead were buried.
Sound track for taking compost to the garbage room: down (9 floors) propulsive “Spooky” by Dusty Springfield. Up (9 floors)Lana del Rey’s plodding “Season of the Witch.”
Terrace report: near view, far view. Frosty.
A blog post from 7 years ago. Noticing in Paris and thinking of home.
I think they use the same term, but a metric fuckload is comprised of 10 Decifucks, 100 centifucks or 1000 millifucks.
Many folks standing Shoulder to Shoulder. Zero trust for the Huston government.
Sobeys, Mumford Road.
Better safe than sorry. There was that year I missed out on a panettone.
