Found Art Friday 222

Dear ones,
We have never said WOW so many times in such a short period - have you?

so full of them selves

Here at The Department of Homeland Inspiration, circumstances cause us to post more words  and less often.  Art Ranger the artist feels pulled into a thick vortex of processing/digesting to the best of her ability,  stewing and chewing as the spinning plates, and devouring blades of the slimey agenda intensify. Wow! and again some more Wow.

 
Here in California, the "atmospheric river" brought its significant slew of storms which (amidst fierce wind and slogging rain) forced us to take our minds off of external ongoings. While the long awaited rain made our gutters sing all night, you got to notice every potentially leaky or badly hung door, every clog, every might-overflow, every barely taped together part of your life highlighted. Literally, the low lying areas fill, including those in your bones. When the spillways actually get used, you are stranded together, which is one definition of family.  By candlelight, we notice the degree to which electricity and internet (like nationhood) were hugely taken for granted and almost inextricable from consciousness.
                  Pleasantly quiet, besides that (one overly-prepared) person's gall darn generator.

Must grow around it

Since when had we truly conserved our phone battery? Instead of this on on on on on on modality.  Have you noticed how people say "I'm at 9%" when actually talking about their battery life? Fused or confused with an actual identity/personage/ and its amount of energy before expiring. Wow again Wow and today more Wow.

system of checks and balances

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Meanwhile, we continue our monumental task of dismantling of a home in which 48 years of living happened: found are such things such as love letters from her parents, saved in a cedar box underneath the stairs.  We decide on these to keep:

Dad's letter openers collected themselves from the detritus

Circa 1955 yearbook, inside cover - portrait of perceived American hegemony and influence?

 And this ancestor we would like to clap for :

Our great great great uncle's uncle?

We gave away a GLOBE and noticed the next day that it moved on separated from its clear World Book Encyclopedia giveaway acrylic stand.  This felt somehow fitting (The World) traveling as a sphere all alone to its next destination.

To Lady-of-the-House it is very very hard to not to be defined by ones home and its contents.  Ironically, amidst the chaos she fixated on this object: "Where did this come from? and what is it for?" X 5:

mom - it's a desk (organizer) - a tray - a place where you put - a drawer insert - a thing you put things in

Until we meet again, please send distractions from your world, what visual surprises you have hunted and gathered to: FAF@homelandinspiration.org