I Feel So Bad

My good friend Jim lost his Dad recently, and I really feel so bad for him and his family.  We’re coming up on year two of my Dad’s passing in April, and while it does get somewhat easier, I still want to talk to him about things that I see and do.  Almost every day.  It just sucks.

Jim has been sending me some of the c-u-t-e-s-t baby pictures of himself, and, as with any woman, I go ga ga over them.  I wish I could show them to you, but he would kill me.  Trust me, they are so cute.  I’m waiting for him to send me more, but he’s going through quite a bit right now, so I’m not pushing for them.  Not now, anyway.

Okay, you know what, I’m going to sneak one on here for a little while.
OMG, I just want to hug that little boy in the picture, he’s soooo cute!   Don’t you love the little fishy?

I feel bad that little boy all grown up now doesn’t have a daddy. I know what it’s like.

Lincoln, Graphite, & Maquette for “Swing Low”

After work today Mom and I went to the Memorial Art Gallery to see the “Lincoln in Rochester” exhibition, which was excellent, oh my. No pics allowed, unfortunately, but if you click on the link above you can see some of what I saw. Did you know that John Wilkes Booth has been spotted in the audience at President Lincoln’s second inauguration on March 4, 1865? That sent chills up and down my spine. You can click here to go see that photo on Wikipedia.

We also saw “Leaded: The Materiality and Metamorphosis of Graphite” exhibition, and one of my favorite works in this exhibition is this Skyscraper made out of pencils.  Again, no photos allowed.

Something I could take photos of is this Maquette for “Swing Low” by Alison Saar, 2007, out of bronze.



The sign reads:

Take some time to look at this figure of a woman.  Don’t miss the roots that she trails behind her and the faces and objects that are scattered on her skirt.  This is a portrait sculpture of Harriet Tubman, the heroic woman who escaped from slavery and yet returned to the South between 1849 and 1860 to lead over seventy slaves to freedom.  In later years, she worked alongside Susan B. Anthony to advance women’s right to vote.

Artist Alison Saar was commissioned to create a public sculpture of Tubman for the park at 122nd Street in New York City.  MAG’s work is a maquette, or a smaller version.  Saar represented Harriet Tubman as a person of great determination and strength, and positioned her as an oncoming train because of her reputation as “the Moses of the Underground Railroad.”  Even her petticoat resembles a train’s cowcatcher, pushing aside all obstacles in its path.  Roots signify Tubman’s efforts to uproot slavery, and the uprootedness of the slaves who had to leave everything behind.  “Swing Low” is a Negro spiritual said to be one of Tubman’s favorites.

Some Cool, Blue Snowmen

My brother and I had to drop off some mail at the Post Office drive-through a couple of weeks ago, and we spied these two happy, blue snowmen standing there:


They are really decked out, with sunglasses and gloves, and somehow died blue. We thought the Post Office employees were cool. And then my weekly town newspaper arrived, and Carol Klem wrote about them stating “Mystery shrouds the arrival of these two shade-wearing snow people at the U.S. Post Office. . .”

Whoever made them made our day, and hopefully the day of many other U.S. Post Office patrons!

Nine Bald Eagles

More Bald Eagles from Sean Kirst at the Syracuse Post-Standard.  This is just too cool.  IMHO.

“Messengers of the creator: The bald eagles of Onondaga”

I watch the Syracuse Post-Standard very closely to cull articles about the Onondaga Historical Association, and was very pleasantly surprised when I came across Sean Kirst’s articles about the bald eagles living at Onondaga Lake.  I know you’ll enjoy the photos by Nicholas Lisi!

Messengers of the creator:  The bald eagles of Onondaga, by Sean Kirst of the Syracuse Post-Standard.