tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post5037346518218458451..comments2024-03-14T13:30:13.313-07:00Comments on SAIPUA: in the garden of good and evilSarah Ryhanenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12606570701894786970noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-38191534428760561922011-04-18T10:17:17.189-07:002011-04-18T10:17:17.189-07:00Ahhh I love Spring!!!
http://thetastysidetolife....Ahhh I love Spring!!! <br /><br />http://thetastysidetolife.blogspot.com/<br />www.shhhparis.blogspot.comSydneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13418650618458496518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-81299102715823282242011-04-16T17:35:21.186-07:002011-04-16T17:35:21.186-07:00This is just too exquisite! It has been a real spr...This is just too exquisite! It has been a real spring, which i appreciate as well. I asked the old Romanian flower man at Union Square how he was feeling this morning, as I bought some fragrant pheasant's eye narcissus. He told me that he's lately been reconsidering how he answers this question, and he's realized that he's actually always elated, just to be alive. It was a perfect moment.Briarhttp://marbleandmilkweed.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-6504659042093083122011-04-15T09:20:28.080-07:002011-04-15T09:20:28.080-07:00Thanks for this one, Sarah. I keep trying to tell...Thanks for this one, Sarah. I keep trying to tell my people this, but all they want are the 80 degree days that come around and blast all the beauty away. I'll take the grey April days anytime. Philly love to you!fallsflowershttp://fallsflowers.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-59483116969634905732011-04-15T00:00:24.109-07:002011-04-15T00:00:24.109-07:00Aaaaaah Sarah. Those mags are RIDICULOUS.Aaaaaah Sarah. Those mags are RIDICULOUS.Clairehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15885352938698723230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-43765218925694487112011-04-14T16:34:01.060-07:002011-04-14T16:34:01.060-07:00moody photos and insightful words. just right.moody photos and insightful words. just right.Yossyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12465894858771501179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-45311318682512935382011-04-14T10:42:45.287-07:002011-04-14T10:42:45.287-07:00I'm not sure which I prefer, your post or all ...I'm not sure which I prefer, your post or all of the flowers-to-india spam about mother's day in the comments!AGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07174299770028318012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-83601602281663440802011-04-14T10:17:38.459-07:002011-04-14T10:17:38.459-07:00i love all of these words.i love all of these words.sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03410638194078222440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-23049859750261594382011-04-14T08:28:25.602-07:002011-04-14T08:28:25.602-07:00Well said! Great post--I love reading about spring...Well said! Great post--I love reading about spring on the east coast. It is still dull here in Wisconsin.Danielle | Studio Fleurettehttp://www.studiofleurette.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-46576291659502290542011-04-13T23:19:52.138-07:002011-04-13T23:19:52.138-07:00Every moment you spent with your mother is the mos...Every moment you spent with your mother is the most special one in your life. She cared for you every moment passed by, and she is the one you had greeted throughout your life span. Gifts are just the symbolic expression of your cherished terms with her. Visit www.gifts-to-india.com/mothers%20day.asp for more information.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-8433894730301379972011-04-13T14:06:33.845-07:002011-04-13T14:06:33.845-07:00yes!
perfect.
that warm one we had the other day r...yes!<br />perfect.<br />that warm one we had the other day really bummed us out. for the first time in maybe forever, i actually do not want summer to come. if only spring could unfurl forever!valeriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01115850444581496601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-25038561476532342622011-04-13T12:19:50.884-07:002011-04-13T12:19:50.884-07:00these photos of the Magnolias are soooo beautiful....these photos of the Magnolias are soooo beautiful. Alas, LA doesn't have anything like it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-90529139955645538062011-04-13T09:15:31.070-07:002011-04-13T09:15:31.070-07:00My exercise this year is to not try to record ever...My exercise this year is to not try to record everything. To be at ease with letting my brain record it and not my camera. <br /><br />How much do you experience something through a lens? <br /><br />Sometimes a camera heightens an experience, and sometimes a camera takes away from it.Sara Laceynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-32751214012287474632011-04-13T07:22:20.001-07:002011-04-13T07:22:20.001-07:00So well put. And photographed, as always.So well put. And photographed, as always.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01505425216699416546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-229971433565753852011-04-13T06:15:47.800-07:002011-04-13T06:15:47.800-07:00lovely, Sarah. and thank you, Miriam, for the Wil...lovely, Sarah. and thank you, Miriam, for the Williams poem.Amy Helfandhttp://www.amyhelfand.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-62610108182684052022011-04-13T06:11:15.642-07:002011-04-13T06:11:15.642-07:00This is the most beautifully written post. You ar...This is the most beautifully written post. You are right. I love warm weather as soon as it will get here. But down here in NC, it always gets warm and the flowers unfurl. And then the weather dips again and kills all the delicate blooms. It's sad. I watched the prettiest pink magnolia tree go from royal splendor to a shivering brown mess last week. It made my heart hurt.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05924211847675823119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-36600261818702424362011-04-12T23:49:29.141-07:002011-04-12T23:49:29.141-07:00hear hearhear hearrobynhttp://gardenrooms.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-88078267194128364172011-04-12T21:23:16.251-07:002011-04-12T21:23:16.251-07:00I'm with you. The pain of graduate school has ...I'm with you. The pain of graduate school has been 20-credit courseloads and teaching on top every winter quarter. I love the lean slow stirrings of january and february, makes me miss the fields back home in western Oregon. That time of year it's just shoots of delicate green and mostly the lean withered stalks, memories of last year, amid mud and bare branches. I like having time to watch the moss grow on the bark, feel the balance tip s-l-o-w-l-y toward summer. No headlong plunge needed. Spring is at her best when she is cold, chaste, aloof; against those stormy threatening skies her blossoms glow with a subtle seduction that is flattened and lost in bright sun.<br /><br />it's been a slow languid start here on the west coast, too - snow in the rain last week. While I shake my fist because my stock is trying ot germinate, already, and so are my scented sweet peas, dangit ... I'll take a lowering sky until May with nary a complaint. =)fleur_delicioushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01500249000124155885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-80641352022989879932011-04-12T21:03:10.608-07:002011-04-12T21:03:10.608-07:00so beautifully captured. thank you for sharing the...so beautifully captured. thank you for sharing these gorgeous images. we love your work!Le Louphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10677126841201210876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-64111187666349727332011-04-12T20:24:13.763-07:002011-04-12T20:24:13.763-07:00well put.well put.Cornucopiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05719474396720175608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-86374206455994938692011-04-12T19:26:40.216-07:002011-04-12T19:26:40.216-07:00there is value in looking through the lens, and in...there is value in looking through the lens, and in looking with the naked eye. two very different visions.<br /><br />thank you for the inspiration...Djamilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15156733810269182461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-81718499376189116972011-04-12T18:07:17.632-07:002011-04-12T18:07:17.632-07:00How I dread the ninety degree day that always come...How I dread the ninety degree day that always comes in April. It completely ruins the slow opening of Spring. Love your photos, Sarah.bowstreetflowershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15555313918922500190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-36829339026794467532011-04-12T17:48:14.933-07:002011-04-12T17:48:14.933-07:00yes to the snip, snip, snap away without actually ...yes to the snip, snip, snap away without actually getting the chance to enjoy and see through to the broader frame, bigger picture. <br /><br />we're 92F here in Austin and it's barely April. I'd take some grey.lizhttp://blog.thenouveauromantics.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5848360954218054222.post-50642046173280883532011-04-12T17:47:31.368-07:002011-04-12T17:47:31.368-07:00I love this kind of spring, too. It's been a l...I love this kind of spring, too. It's been a little warmer here in DC, but today reminded me of this William Carlos Williams poem. It's commonly called "Spring and All" but that's really the title of the book it comes from.<br /><br />III<br /><br />By the road to the contagious hospital<br />under the surge of the blue<br />mottled clouds driven from the<br />northeast-a cold wind. Beyond, the<br />waste of broad, muddy fields<br />brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen<br /><br />patches of standing water<br />the scattering of tall trees<br /><br />All along the road the reddish<br />purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy<br />stuff of bushes and small trees<br />with dead, brown leaves under them<br />leafless vines-<br /><br />Lifeless in appearance, sluggish<br />dazed spring approaches-<br /><br />They enter the new world naked,<br />cold, uncertain of all<br />save that they enter. All about them<br />the cold, familiar wind-<br /><br />Now the grass, tomorrow<br />the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf<br />One by one objects are defined-<br />It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf<br /><br /><br />But now the stark dignity of<br />entrance-Still, the profound change<br />has come upon them: rooted, they<br />grip down and begin to awakenMiriamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01224595637975166605noreply@blogger.com