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Lines and Curves

Over the weekend, we eat the atemoya. The Bohemian, of course, wants to save the seeds.

We visit Mary at the farmer’s market and marvel at her Romanesco brocoli. Its fractal example fuels my current fascination with patterns in nature.

I’ve got my camera tucked in a pocket on our rainy Saturday. Jeb’s guiding us on a misty walk we’ve never taken before. Passing through abandoned guava groves and young mahogany stands, we come upon a rushing river.

All I see are lines and curves. Creative order everywhere.

atemoya
atemoya
seeds
seeds
Romanesco
romanesco
ginger bloom
ginger bloom
red ti
red ti

ti waterfall

leaf
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Digesting a Marvel

Continuing with the thread of exotic edibles, I can follow-up yesterday’s purple cauliflower post with the atemoya gifted to the Bohemian and I on New Year’s Eve.

2013 brings a fruity fractal.

atemoya distant

atemoya 2

atemoya close

Reminder of phenomena unfurling, where chaotic, perfected patterns outline time and space.

planetary paths
laced with orbiting moons
celestial spirals
uncoil
shaking tails
of star dust
in their wake

Indeed, you could imbibe this fruit.  Take a ride into micro/macro orbit.  Contemplate the nature of the Universe.

Or just slice it up. Taste the sweet.  Smile and enjoy.

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Settling from the Wedding Swirl

With nearly a month (as of tomorrow) since the barefoot, Bohemian wedding, I’m just beginning to settle down.

It was a beautiful swirl of friends and family. Candles, flowers and foliage. Lots and lots of love.

photo courtesy of Amy Vanderhoop and Pepe Conley
photo courtesy of Amy Vanderhoop and Pepe Conley
photo courtesy of Amy Vanderhoop and Pepe Conley
photo courtesy of Amy Vanderhoop and Pepe Conley
photo courtesy of Amy Vanderhoop and Pepe Conley
photo courtesy of Amy Vanderhoop and Pepe Conley

Now we are newlyweds (with a nine-year old). No honeymoon, as of yet. We’ve moved on to birthday and Christmas celebrations.

Back in our routines, the Bohemian stays his steady self, though we watch his wedding ring go through phases. One day it nearly slips right off his finger. Days later, it’s tight to the point of no removal. Mine, I barely realize it’s there. Just like I wanted. Beautiful. Solid. Golden. No muss, no fuss.

And Jeb. He’s on school vacation, rekindling his love for the card game, Uno. We spend evenings in a mellow, post-dinner phase. He and the Bohemian matching colors (“draw two cards and change to green”) while I fit jigsaw pieces of bunny fur into our newly gifted puzzle.

Just before the holidays, the Bohemian topped a nearby Norfolk pine tree and brought 10 feet of greenery home. We planted the trunk in a pot, right here in the living room. Now we’re all strung up in lights. Shiny balls hang in red, green and gold, creating the epitome of Christmas cozy (though we’re all sock less here in the tropics).

Jeb finally wins a round of cards. My bunny is starting to take form. The Bohemian is whistling a Christmas carol at the sink.

I know clichés are boring. But this one does feel lovely.