Category Archives: Pretty Pictures

Tulips = too beautiful

No time to blog at the moment — my next post will explain why — but I wanted to share this gorgeous ode to spring.




Pretty picture

Well, it’s finals week, and I’ve still got my heinous cold, and I spent a large part of the evening cleaning poo off of the floor (the horrifying legacy of an ill-fitting Pullup).  I will be suing Huggies for mental trauma.  And I will not be writing a blog post, because what I really need to do is go sit on the couch and stare at the TV for a while.

But I will offer you this picture.  I took it last summer, and I think it’s a beauty, more because of the colors of those flowers than any skill on my part.   It is pretty enough to take some of the edge off of the cold, and the grading, and the biohazard cleanup that occupied too much of my evening.  I hope it brings you a bit of joy, too.



Soul food

There’s an old Persian proverb that I’ve always loved:  “If you have two loaves of bread, sell one, and buy a hyacinth to feed your soul.”

Two bunches of daffodils work, too.

It’s okay that the weather outside is cold and wet and gray.  On my table, the sun is shining.

Spiritual mom-thought of the day

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.

                                         — William Makepeace Thackeray


 Madame Vigée-Le Brun et sa fille by Elisabeth Vigée-Le Brun


Pretty picture: I will lift up my eyes to the hills

Oof.  Long day of teaching + grading papers, and my brain is fried.  Time for a pretty picture.

The picture is called Among the Sierra Nevada Mountains, by the nineteenth-century painter Albert Bierstadt.  I’ve liked his work ever since I first saw a poster of it when I was in high school.  It captures that “wide open spaces” feeling that everyone associates with the American West.  The part of the west that I live in is anything but wide and open — crowded and laced with highways is more like it — but even so, this picture makes me pretty proud to be a California girl.

And don’t you just want to walk right into those clouds?  I love ’em.