The sound of squabbling drew me to the window.
Annoyed Hawk
Tag: Woodley Park
Zoo Morning
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Connie
American holiday/French pastime
On this Fourth of July, how we honor France for its financial and military support of our revolution: a round of pétanque with the neighbors.
Sounds of Spring: Carolina Wren
The Green/Greed Space of Woodley Park, Part Four
Part Four of a comic on a current neighborhood issue, and, for now, the conclusion. To Be Continued…
Sondra
Jay
Tony
The Green/Greed Space of Woodley Park, Part Three
Part Three of a comic about a current neighborhood issue. See May 21st for Part Two.
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Wendy
The GREEN/GREED SPACE of Woodley Park, Part Two
Part Two of a comic about a current neighborhood issue. See May 20th for Part One.
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Tom
Daniela
Chrissy
The GREEN/GREED SPACE of Woodley Park, Part One
Part One of a comic about a current neighborhood issue. Sometimes you just have to laugh…
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Winter Snowdrops
The first of March is still winter—and yet here are the faithful snowdrops emerging beside the front walk, a perpetually hopeful sign of growing things to come. I had to run and fetch the sketchbook.
Polly
Snow, Blessed Snow
A sketch from the studio window, and a poem I post in thanks for this brief interlude of beauty and silence.
Snow,
blessed snow,
comes out of the sky
like bleached flies.
The ground is no longer naked.
The ground has on its clothes.
The trees poke out of sheets
and each branch wears the sock of God.
There is hope.
There is hope everywhere.
I bite it.
Someone once said:
Don’t bite till you know
if it’s bread or stone.
What I bite is all bread,
rising, yeasty as a cloud.
There is hope.
There is hope everywhere.
Today God gives milk
and I have the pail.
—Anne Sexton
Salome