“art is man’s expression in his joy of labor.”
– henry kissinger,
happy labor day, usa
—
woodward dream cruise, royal oak, mi, usa
august 2017
Sep4
Author Archives: beth
Sep3
the big win.
sitting in comerica park
at the detroit tigers game
surrounded by these kids from canada
here with their team
thirty two strong
for a big night out at the ballpark
so excited for everything
good seats, cotton candy, no rain, family, friends, coaches
calling out to the pro players they recognized
dancing, cheering, singing
their own faces on the big screen
mitts ready
and
especially, especially, especially, especially
for the four foul balls they ended up with
they simply could not believe their luck
overflowing with happiness
at times sharing seats and laps to get an even better look
they could barely contain themselves
with smiles from here to there
and this guy
who made it his personal mission
to come over and tell them
to sit down and stop having so much fun
every chance he had
yet
in the end
the tigers
(and especially, especially that guy)
both lost
it was not even close
the kids had clearly won it all.
—
“baseball was made for kids, and grown-ups only screw it up.”
-bob lemon
Sep2
one september.
one september morning
i went to a place beyond dawn
s source of sweetness that flows
and is never less.
i have been shown
a beauty that would confuse both worlds.
-rumi
—
reflection of the sky and trees in the huron river
gallup park, ann arbor, mi, usa
Sep1
deliver.
tiny delivery truck found on the side of a park path
driver must have finished a long shift and was on a break
—
“the universe can take quite a while to deliver.”
-desmond tutu
Aug31
don’t forget.
what a lovely coincidence
that on this day
as i continue on my city parks journey
and drive through a neighborhood
i am lost
until
i come to the intersection of
pamela and patricia
the names of
my two sisters
one still with us
one gone forever
and today –
her birthday
i look ahead to find
they’ve led me
to the beautiful park right in front of me.
—
“don’t forget to leave your handprints on the ones you love
and your footprints around the neighborhood.”
― lisa c. miller
Aug30
worn.
“between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.”
-iris murdoch
—
street in university of michigan’s student housing area – ann arbor 2017
photo credit: grandie f, age 7
Aug29
trust them.
grandies r and v
understand trust
“the best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”
-ernest hemingway
Aug28
forts.
bird hills park
dolph park
dhu varen park
eberwhite woods park
—
loving all the forts, both big and small that i’ve discovered as i continue my journey through the ann arbor parks. forts are very sacred places. lots of heart and hard work go into the making of them – special spaces to meet and hang out with your gang.
(i’m about half way through the parks now -through the letter ‘i’)
– 80 down and 80-ish to go! –
onward.
—
“i have a lot of growing up to do. i realized that the other day inside my fort. “
-zach galifianakis
Aug27
fearless.
—
image credit: tumblr
Aug26
it’s a small town after all.
my friend
who spends days working in our busy capitol city of lansing
comes home at night to the quiet little town of owosso
– its polar opposite.
in fact, it’s the home of the polar express
which wakes up the entire town with its early hour whistle blow
each and every morning from thanksgiving on through the holidays
but there is so much more here
with all the charm and quirks that only a small town embraces
from
the castle built by a local eccentric from the past overlooking the river
to
a tea room complete with hats and boas to wear
a trading post with gold, tools, guitar and guns
and best of all
the local five and dime store
complete with
an accordion on a bench waiting to be played
brach’s candy counter
wall of embroidery floss
balsa wood pieces of all sizes
suet cakes
pinatas
50 cent bags of popcorn
and
my favorite feature of all
the special of the week – napkin sale
which far surpassed all expectations
this was my lucky day for so many reasons.
—
“every week in a small town is very different. something is going on.”
– emily rose
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