Found Art Friday 199

Dear ones,
Recently the Art Ranger's inbox was graced with two images from the Scholar of Pleasure.
This one became a painting by Agnes Martin to us even though it was "from the time of Sappho".

 Fresh from stepping upon the real Acropolis. Polis means people and that is all we remember from our Classics class at this moment.

Although they are
only breath, words
which I command
are immortal
Sappho

She can command that. We forget that words are breath while they are just passing through us.

"like parchment, what do they do with the light they hold, outside the tree?"  Wonders

We feel their sound.

Everything else that day seemed so beige:

Remember when phones had a cradle?  Art Ranger is hearing her mother through the telephones of our life history.

We are joined at the hip and darned like socks by the loss of our mutual friend.  

Luckily to break up with beige, we had some sitings at the Goodwill in Haight Ashbury:

Composting pants outside the music store. It looked deliberate and cultivated.

Accidental Mark Rothko painting - inside bike jersey pocket

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Found Art Friday 198

Dear ones,
At times, Nature lets you nearly trip over her.  Where the Art Ranger lives is a regular human habitat with wild edges and buffer zones.  Yet, when this lays itself bare on the suburban woodchips, we are startled:

4/5ths of a 2 inch diameter snake

We would like to see the re-enactment. Who dropped it?  Glad that photographs allow us to capture a thing while not carrying it in our actual hand, or smelling it days later.

We do a bow to you

As beings who tune into the visual, do you notice anything special in the image below?

About three years ago our Offspring #2 (a.k.a. Eagle Eyes) zeroed in on something as we motored along our scenic-used-to-be rural highway.  Just feet from a wonky power meter on the edge of a small green golfy pond. 

High Voltage!

 In a moving instant, his eyes sifted out this:

The Villas Goose we named after her housing subdivision

For two Springs in a row (one skipped year) and now, we have enjoyed this drive-by nature vigilance. A brave mother weathering the highway (white noise?) atop a utility shed to soon come up with a flock of  fuzzy goslings.  Art Ranger watches her for weeks like a mother friend would.  At first we thought so-exposed, not-wise, mom.  But then .... not so easy for the fox and here (she) is again!

proudly (watching?) the cars go by

We made eye contact, an agreement to share her secret very out in the open location only virtually with you who might appreciate. 

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So many prime types of moments are unphotographable.  In order to share our wonder and admiration of this bird sitter, we had to go out of our way and approach the scene on foot.  No one walks along this road unless something has gone wrong.  Carbeings gave you that -oh pitiful you look. 

moments in fencing ensued

and of course the delerium of detritus

Please send your findings or foundlings to FAF@homelandinspiration.org