The other daylily bloomed. The photo was taken in the reflective glow of mid-day sun. This particular plant is also recovering from its questionable beginnings, so I am sure it will survive.
The remaining photos are from my trip to Asheville last week. I loved Asheville and will go back. Most of these photos are snippets and small details from my morning walks. As usual, I am not very good at photos that give a sense of the entire place, but of the little bits that draw my eyes, such as these grates in a building Tikka and I walked around every morning and evening. These small details made me smile every time I saw them.
I suppose this is not surprising. When I was 7 my parents took us to the Alhambra. All I remembered of that palace was the detail of one particular tile floor. When I returned as an adult, I saw and admired much more, but I did not feel that I had truly returned to the Alhambra until I found the floor that had haunted my memory for decades.
Art was everywhere, not just in galleries.
Here, I love not only the mural, but the sculpture of cats on the wall. Art of the everyday.
Tikka and I walked through here every morning, and often again in the evening. During the day the stands are populated with artists selling prints, etchings, jewelry, and tie-dyed baby clothes. Both in the early morning silence and during the daily hustle and bustle, it reminded me of many walks in Madrid, of similar venues, and similar gatherings of dawdlers, buyers, and sellers. It felt like home to me in an odd way.
I have an iron just like this, but of course on a more useable scale.
But it wasn't all art and frivolity. I appreciated the availability of trash and recycling receptacles. Attractively designed as well.
The craft fair was fun. Walking around the downtown area, exploring galleries and shops, eating very well, and watching people was also fun. The glass scissors above are by Rick Beck. They are very large, although I don't really give you any references except that they rest upon a table. From my favorite gallery, Blue Sprial 1, where I walked around in a happy daze. Apparently my taste leans more toward studio craft as art, and perhaps the avant-garde.
Or I just like giant scissors and irons.