The saws are waiting in the jewelry room- the cameras in the photography classroom. I photographed the box of cameras after Miss E the student teacher lined them up so nicely. They looked so
My wonderful student teacher Miss E (you are supposed to say Preservice these days) had her last day on Friday.
She is a very organized person and did a great job at our high school. The students are missing her this week. She is graduating from Penn State this weekend. (Congrats, Miss E!!)d
The other day we sat at lunch and I looked over and she had arranged her orange Cheezits in a pattern.
It looked like a Jeopardy board, a quilt, all line up so neatly.
Ms.L asked her if she HAD to do that in order to eat them and the answer is NO!
Of course, I asked if I could take a photograph of the design.
Art at lunch.
On the way home from school the light on this wall caught my eye so I pulled over to the curb.
I looked across the street and tried to determine what was making the reflection but I couldn’t discern what caused it.
This was the view opposite the light patterns.
Autumn offers no crocuses or tiny redbud blooms on trees. I thought of library books and contracts, being signed up for a team. Commitment.
Everything is preparing for dormancy, dropping beautiful gold and orange leaves in gutters like crazy. There is a sense of approaching winter, the urge to cocoon, make soup. And then the temperature is in the 60s and predicted 70 for Sunday. One day you are making up your bed with flannel sheets, boiling water for tea, making chili or soup. The next day you are ripping off your sweater and sporting a cotton T. The fluctuations feel strange and off.
As I left school, this is what I saw…
The fresh pine cones dangling for the pine trees branches, bobbing in the wind and the late day sunlight shining right on them said renewal to me.
Everything has been focused on the vibrant palette of the deciduous trees but look at this magnificent coniferous tree!