Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Oh, Dem Bones...and Haiku Wednesday..

Haiku Wednesday
Annoyance


 One ought not complain
Many lose extremities
or are disabled


But my new pet peeves
are quite exasperating;
Splints, casts and air boot


What an annoyance 
so awkward and cumbersome
Dems my lucky breaks


by klr









You may not be old enough to remember the original song "Dem Bones..", written 
in 1945 by James Waldon Johnson and then copied by many an artist since.  However many are familiar with the popular ditty in learning how 'them bones' are connected. Since I have been dealing with a few bone issues recently, I thought I would elaborate a little bit... 

The biblical source for this phrase comes from Ezekiel's vision of the Valley of Dry Bones, with history 
all its own; it includes three other pious men, Shadrack, Meeshack, and Abednigo,  for whom another spiritual song was written.

I loved studying physiology!  Recently though, I've learned first hand more about the human
 skeleton and how it is repaired.  The ankle bone is connected to the foot bone - the foot bone is where bone spurs can grow on the heel and eventually tear the Achilles tendon, causing great pain!  For this to (heal), one must immobilize said foot in an air cushioned boot for up to 5 weeks; one must follow doctors orders by sticking with a physical therapy program for a month or so, icing and exercising all the muscles that have anything to do with the support of the tendon.  Lastly one needs to have special orthotics made from molds of the soles of the patients feet .  Then one can begin to walk short distances with little or no pain at all.    Amazing!! This also gives one the opportunity to catch up on one's reading as one is limited by 
not being able to drive while wearing the boot.

            Achilles tendon
                            Heel spur
The arm bones (ulna and radius) are connected to the wrist bones - the metacarpal bones of the hand 
are connected to the phalanges (this I knew) and the thumb metacarpal joint is connected to the trapezium.  When degenerative arthritis destroys the base thumb joint and one then falls on it, further damaging it, an orthopedic doctor must perform an angioplasty to re-establish the joint.  Without going into  more detail, assorted tools are used for this, including pins and a drill.  Amazingly, again, the continuous aching pain of arthritis of the thumb is gone..relief!!!  There is only the pain of the incision.  Now again, one needs time to elevate and rest the entire arm in a splint for 4 weeks and a cast for 5 more weeks.  Again, plenty 
of  time to find other things to do like write, read, and paint using the good hand.  Of course, 
there are months of therapy ahead.



    In 2004 I fell, in the dark, stepping where there was no step...as you know the arm bones, the ulna and radius, are connected by the elbow joint to the humerus bone. Again, amazingly, if the elbow is fractured, it can be replaced with a titanium prosthetic!!!  If you are right handed and it happens to that arm, you will have to let all housework go unattended, as well as painting, but you still will have time to read.  After 6 months of physical therapy it will be as good as new with full range of motion!!  The time recuperating is advantageous for reading, writing, and watching old movies.




Of course, pain is managed with pills the first 3-4 days post surgery, although you are expected to 
be able to withstand up to a level 7-8 on a 1-10 pain scale at times.  It is most tolerable at the 5-6 range, 
as anyone who has had any kind of surgery can attest to. These procedures are innovative and incredibly proven to help many an athlete or person in need of joint replacement. Tools of the trade include hammers and knives, saws, rods and bolts and pins.  Amazingly, hips, knees, backbones,  wrists and ankles can be made to work again quite easily these days.  Miraculously, one can return to the lifestyle one was living before the injuries or incidents occurred, except for heavy duty work.  I have every confidence in the 
                world that one can survive even horrible accidents by turning one self over 
to the care of the bone doctors and their nursing staff.   




                                         
Bones can be lovely, aged and brittle, can hide 
secret evidence of homicidal nature, or bear genetic clues, (CSI). Medicine has become bionic in nature.
The medical profession has come a long way in all fields, it is true. I read fewer books and watched more movies during these times - 
Unless one is isolated, no longer does one have to suffer the excruciating pain of having 
a leg amputated as a result of an infected injury or snakebite with only a jug of whisky to anaesthetise the 
patient, an unsanitary bed, and whoever might be at hand to perform the deed - with the proverbial 
soap and water boiled on the stove, if lucky!   Perhaps you saw 
Robert Duvall perform the same scene in the movie " Lonesome Dove"?!




Friday, April 13, 2012

Ode to Molly...

I had put this together not realizing it could be used for today's entry, so it lacks having the poem or part of it in the actual photo; instead there you will find faint words from one of Bonnie's textures...I could have altered it more, but thought this would suffice for now;)
Photo Art Friday






Molly was fearful when I adopted her
I wonder what was the cause of her trauma
At first she'd hide in the fireplace,
her coat, soot, with highlights of gold and auburn
She resembled Lauren Bacall
And had the tortie attitude to match
We bonded gradually as I brushed her;
declawed paws kneaded me but didn't scratch.


Birds and critters entertained her from outside
And while she slept she softly snored 
She liked to nestle on my hip as I lay on my side
until she was not sleepy or became bored
She had collected some balls and feathered toys
 under my bed for wee hour melee
I can still hear the faint bell she wore
I couldn't save her and she did not run away


We  were each other's gifts for awhile
she didn't go outside except to sun bathe
I'll never know just what happened;
would she return from her adventure unscathed?
I called for her and searched online, everywhere
My fault the door that day was ajar
After days away in the cold,
had fright of crashing branches sent her far?


Weeks later she was found 
just four doors down,  unable to walk 
She had suffered a stroke the veterinarian said 
and  was deliriously in shock
Her instinct to land on both feet was gone 
I wanted to take her home to heal
What a blessing to see each other again
Her grateful green eyes didn't see me,
but she knew I was there,
and purred tranquilly as I held her head 
in  prayer




by klr



Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Haiku Wednesday.. and a Room With a View Slide Show......& 52 Photo Project..

Haiku Wednesday ..Happiness



Peacock shards of light
pierce lacy stretching branches
nature's fibrous frame

Let your soul capture
the blue bird of happiness
alighting therein

Winter passed just days ago and I find myself with fresh views from my bedroom which 
faces Clover Creek.  Before, an ice storm snapped tree branches, my sweet cat, Molly, could not 
find her way back home to me, and then the loss of a dear neighbor and friend.  The visages of age are made apparent with a red fiberglass cast on my left arm (more about that in  my next post). How did 65 years go by so quickly?  March 31, 1947.  Like thousands of feet of mini dreams spliced together on a flickering 
reel of old film, it continues like the slow locomotive flow of the creek.  


I pretend I'm sitting on a cloud, like a child imagining, and ask:  Were there still fairies that 
disappear in a half wink among the trees?  Will there be bands of gold when I reach the sea?  And will the heirloom seeds I planted yesterday grow?  How to control the fluttering at my collarbone as I see moonbeams reflect on the creek, so different from the phosphorescent  light tripping at night. 
 Sought after dreams are still dreams.





But I take heed of the trees' whispers, as more color spills from the garden by day, new lilacs
 and honeysuckle budding, waiting for monarchs and hummingbirds to arrive.  The fluffy yolk of the sun  forms a bridge to my front door where I will hang a springtime wreath.  Quilted jelly jars on the shelf, waiting to be filled with blueberry jam.  I hope the hollyhocks bloom a regal red.  Spring breathes eternally and faith is restored with buttercream frosting on my cake.  Family and friends mark the date with cards and forever smiles.  As the creek flows into a lake, it becomes a river which flows to the sea.  The mosaiced ocean 
calls for me.  A misty morning on the boardwalk, pink clouds shaped like ponies on the horizon, gulls 
write an opus in the breeze. The eye follows till it reaches the blue midnight air. A new- found, 
heightened state of joy and peace is at the heart of me.

52photosproject

Outside my door

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Breathless in Washington...


Breathe of Spring
by klr

Sun, rain, storms and hail
scent of spring everywhere
 Glum is not the word

Fair days are ahead
Engage in every sense
 her regalia



* Just this morning, I typed the 100th post of this blog!!  
It is about the World's Fair in 1962 in Seattle. 
Amazing to me... 
* Also, it was last July when I stepped out of my comfort zone and became a blogger.  
In the blog description it says I am 64, but that is about to change as I turn 65 at the end of the month.  And beginning tomorrow, March 21, I will be taking a brief hiatus, a breather, from blogging, and will return right after Easter.  In the interim I will have minor surgery and read, photograph, write,  and observe as spring indeed arrives in her splendor.  It is a pleasure meeting, exchanging, and having each one of you visit The Eyrie Road and I look forward to more visits in the future..

My, time does fly, doesn't it?

A 1957 Pink Buick Station Wagon and A Kid's View...Seattle's Worlds Fair 50th Anniversary 1962-2012


Soon this summer we here will celebrate the 50th Anniversary of the 1962 World's Fair held in Seattle.  Never did we imagine it possible we would ever go to one.  But Seattle was chosen that year and we lived in a small town just hours southeast of it.....and we were going!!!  How Exciting!!  How futuristic!!

Gee, we were going to see the touted Space Needle!  Our parents packed all four of us into the 
back of the 1957 Buick station wagon.  We had one minor hindrance and that was that our sister, Paula, was in a cast with crutches from a broken leg (fell off a horse).  She was 11 and I was the oldest at 15.  My other sister, Shelley, was 9 and my, brother, Alan, 13.  The speed limit was 50 mph so it was a long restless road trip for all.  With pit stops we made it in 6 hours.  Elvis was going to be there!!!

Two short slide shows will give you highlights of the fair.  You will see the old and the new, 
the Bubbleator, the restaurant on the top of the space needle that rotates slowly while one eats (in the slide show it look as if it's very speedy, but it is not).  You will see some of the sights and hopefully get a feel for the era and huge event, as people came from all over the world.
                                               


















We were enthralled with everything and loved the trip to the big City, and we had lots of memories
 to keep.  It deserves a big write up and it began with a pictorial last weekend in The Seattle Times Sunday newspaper, with more about upcoming events all year. I still love to go there.  I lived most of my adult life in Seattle and the Seattle Center, as it is now called, provides acres of entertainment all year long.  Labor Day weekend is the Bumbershoot Festival, in the summer is the food extravaganza, The Bite of Seattle, with every type of food found in the area, representing many fine restaurants.  There is opera, theater, the Pacific Science Center, rides, art and animal shows, concerts, a
mime or two, dancing, cultural fairs and seminars. 
If you go don't forget your umbrella!!






                                                           

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Scavenger Hunt Sunday 3/18/12...


Today's words for the photo search for the week are vintage, word or quote, nature's own, people, and photographer's choice.  I spent a lot of time going over photo's that I took recently so I wouldn't have to delve into old stored photos.  I thought incorrectly that the challenge for the word 'quote' would be fun and easy, but it proved to be hard to produce, but the rest I had and are fairly representative of my tastes as well:

Vintage...old dark green drinking fountain in Balboa Park. San Diego..I had a lot of options for this one, but I like the setting and colors here..

Word or quote...
Someone carved his name and a heart on a wooden swing in a park nearby overlooking the water.  Often I see two people sitting and swinging slowly; it is old, has many other initials on it, and creaks loudly. I should have taken a picture of the entire swing which has two seats...the grass is beneath.  I enhanced this photo with textures..



Nature's own...
Many of us have bulbs sprouting up, some blossoming, and I do have  photos of hyacinths, crocus and snow drops, but I couldn't resist this snap of the nearby silver dollar plant with it's waxen seed pods taking in the sun..I don't know the scientific name for it.


People:..no one new in my camera this week.... I suppose if I had taken it to one of several places I went this week I would have more to offer...I saw many interesting faces and characters at the store, library and doctor offices..but this is a kaleidoscope featured effect on picnik.com and I was delighted to see my granddaughter's face,  and her friend's, mirrored a hundred times in the final saved version..it was fun playing.

Photographer's choice...
Last, but my no means least, is the close up or Macro shot I took of my friend's Spanish wall pocket planter containing this plant that looks like a string of peas, but it is called a?? vine...right on the tip of my tongue...it may get entered in Macro Monday tomorrow..the composition isn't quite what I want, though.  But I love the colorful little pot.


Thanks for stopping by the Eyrie Road.;)


Saturday, March 17, 2012

Photo Art Friday Hidden picture..

This week, in honor of St. Patrick's Day, Photo Art Friday posted a challenge to create an image within an image using a hidden element with a green highlight....since Bonnie developed the "kkkkaty inspired clock texture" at my suggestion, which I appreciate very much, I used it as the background.  Then, I used the ocean photo as the next layer.  There is a another hidden element, plus the green text...it's a wee bit hard to see...

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Haiku Wednesday ...3/14/12...Excite



Haiku is habit forming.. Today's prompt is the word "excite".


Main floor, there I stood,
feeling the mad excitement
Crowds flocking to front

No burden was I,
my brown eyes met Keith's and Mick's
They began to rock



Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Photo sharing...Rolling on...

Today is the last day Lisa at  The Creative Exchange will have her Monday showcase
of photo art and many people are going to miss her.  Thank you, Lisa, for giving us the
opportunity to experiment and dare to break new ground individually via your web site.  Still a beginner and perhaps always the amateur, I am glad I discovered it when I
did and was able to participate for awhile. 
 Good luck, Lisa.
 *** The errors from yesterday ought to have been corrected now...


  During a sun break between hail storms yesterday, I snapped these photos of the swelling, drifting 
creek in my back yard which is full of debris still from the ice storm.. much of it coasted 
downstream, but what remains would be a great location for an ingenious beaver to build a 
dam, but I've never seen one here. The ducks and geese and occasional heron like to feed from the
 landing that the branches provide to the middle of the stream.




I wanted to share the broader view 
of the creek in one direction, two closer views at the "island", and then the final shot of a fallen twig being bashed by the continual little waves, careening and bouncing themselves westwardly into nearby Gravelly Lake. I simply adjusted the contrast and exposure of the top three photos.















I took the liberty of enhancing he
 last shot with picnik.com; you can clearly see all colors of the rainbow, as is true everywhere in nature. However, I really think I should have filmed a short clip of the small branch's fight, splashes all around, creating an enjoyable  babbling melody...
why didn't I think of that?














Friday, March 9, 2012

Photo Art Friday...Combining photos...

Sharing today with Bonnie's..


Photo Art Friday
 




I am still thinking about the nice trip to meet two old friends in San Diego.  This will be 
reminder of that time for many years.  Embarrassingly I did find that one could overlay photos on picnik.com ...the process was right there in front of me all the time..I was doing things the hard way! 
 I had a little trouble figuring out the fade qualities because I am new at this.  There you see us on the ferry  
(Laura, Bonnie, and myself) from Coronado in the second layer used over the photo taken on the way
 back when it was getting dark..then I add the flower by photographer Nancy Claeys...you may see something else hidden.  Any suggestions? Anyway, now that the site will be closing soon, I'm sure I'll find another I like, 
maybe even better.  
         Today was full of sunshine - tomorrow holds rain and cold, our typical fickle March weather ;)

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Seattle's Underground Tour...


 Shared for the first time today with: http:One Single Impression



Past years tumble forth
buildings beneath sea level
History unclothed
Guides lead you down stairs
through tunnels lit by lamp light
A bygone era
Treasures were unearthed
ornately carved oak wood saved
Buried tools of life


Stable horses stomped
past dank stores, bars and hotels
 Place of ill repute
Men labored in mills
some sought the elusive gold
Smiling girls milked cows
Women slaved and taught
Long dresses once swept dust from
wide planked wooden floors


The first families
built a city on mud flats
at the water's edge
One can hear murmurs
of rough card games and fist fights
drinking heavy ale
Saturdays they danced
dipping to jumping music
till the first daylight


Indigenous shared
bountiful water, wildlife
Undisturbed mountains
flourishing meadows
Environment so pristine
But progress stepped in
Sad we did not know
Back then we had no vision
Should have let it be


by klr


The Seattle fire destroyed the original town in 1889.  With the subsequent flooding it was wise to rebuild the city with brick and mortar.  Having stood on shifting tideland originally, the old businesses roofs became the new stores' floors and commerce carried on.  The first buildings got new sidewalks below that permitted the use of wooden structures that remained and that became part of the new level.





Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Haiku Wednesday 3/7/12...

Sensational Haiku Wednesday


For today the word prompt for writing a haiku over at Jenn's web-site is Nature...Haiku Wednesday





Nature's own wind chime
Angel hair falls from above
whistles a C sharp


Brushed by merry breeze
Tender divine rendezvous
blissful harmony








by klr 

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Tuan Nguyen Sculpture in San Diego...

 You can see more of Tuan Nguyen's art  and his biography here...


Linking to The Creative Exchange today...

Try as I might I have not been able to google and find the name of this artful statue, or the artist, near the Embarcadero in San Diego where I snapped the shot with my camera last week.  I did not write it down at the time.  But it has been fun to play with the effects on picnik.com until I reached the point in experimenting of having the "look" I was trying to achieve.  I used multiple fades and exposure adjustments but no texture so to speak yet...the original is below this one...










Sunday, March 4, 2012

Scavenger Hunt Sunday ..3/04/12

     
  Prompts this week at Ashley's site are routine, music, technology, show me your style, and mismatch..
          Scavenger Hunt Sunday                           


Routine...
These days I am especially conscious of care of my feet and these are some of the tools used to keep them healthy, plus at night it's good to hydrate them by applying lotion and wearing socks to bed.




                                                                                                                                                                 

Music...
Whenever my granddaughter is here she likes to play the piano.



                                                                                                                                                           
                                                         




Technology...
CDs and DVDs are soon going to be obsolete, no doubt.





Show me your style...
Antique pitcher, mirror, lace and pearls.



                         Mismatched paisley and striped scarves.