Rambling Lines


The simple word, Lines, has so many different meanings and ways of being interpreted.

They can be nouns — Lines in the sand, lines of demarcation, lines of people.

Or they can be verbs — The crowd lines the street, the baker lines her pans.

Mast Lines

Lines can be visually static, showing the architectural ruins of ancient stadiums.  They can show recent action, the erosion lines from geysers and hot springs.  They can convey motion, fluttering mast lines on the open waters.

Delphi Stadium

They can actually be static lines, as the static lines in airplanes with parachutists hooked up to them so their chutes open automatically as they exit the plane.

Lines can evoke emotions.  The seeming futility of waiting in endlessly long lines at an amusement park, inert, not moving (literally).  Then frustration occurring as those with VIP passes move with amazing speed to the front of lines.

They give direction.  Some lines start here.  Some lines say move to the end.

There are fishing lines, comedians straight lines, actors lines.  The Eagles “Life in the Fast Lane” noted there were “lines on the mirror, lines on her face”, one leading to the other?

Lines can be straight, curved, angled.  You can sketch pretty decent mountains just with angled lines.  Add a few horizontal lines and you’ll get snow-capped mountains.

And, of course, there are lines in geometry.  Lines are the distance between two points, A and B.  Lines have length, but do not have width.  A geometrical plane has both length and width, and two planes which intersect form a line.  Because lines have no width, there are an infinite number of lines which can be formed from intersecting planes.

This is enough lines for now.

Budding Hopes

Springtime brings a proliferation of colors, shapes, and the promise of beauty and fragrance yet to come.

From the rhododendron laden with heavy buds ready to burst open, to thousands of delicate light blue to dark purple flowers on the pleasingly pungent rosemary bushes beckoning bumblebees and hummingbirds to partake of the feast, and the multitude of dogwood bracts getting ready to impress us with their hues and aromas, the garden is alive and well this year.

Last spring, after a cold winter with ice and snow storms that took a substantial toll, the dogwood produced only a handful of blooms.  The rosemary plants lost many branches — snapped off from the weight of the frozen precipitation.  The rhodies (and azaleas) were not nearly as prolific as they typically are.  Our primary afternoon shade tree, a 50-60 foot paper birch, alas, also succumbed to the storms.  Sad for us, equally sad for the crow families which would gather in its many large branches hoping for a handout of bread crusts which they would soak in the bird baths before ingesting — yum!  Soggy bread!

So with this year’s relatively mild winter, bearing little ice and snow, it is good to see last year’s survivors returning in full bloom.

Did I mention the weeds?


It’s a blustery day, Pooh!
Double Rainbow
The morning started with sunny blue skies in the east, menacing dark clouds to the west, winds howling through the trees and strewing broken branches around the neighborhood, with heavy rainfall creating lakes in the streets and waterfalls from the eaves.

All in all, a typical April day here in the Pacific Northwest — though maybe not the type of weather the outdoor Saturday Market was hoping for as they celebrate the opening day of their new season. Continue reading “Rainbows”