Mannikins. Manikins. Maniquins. You Know What I Mean.

This past weekend my husband and I visited our son and his fiancée in Washington, DC. We stayed in a hotel with quite a few nice stores around it. I got interested in all the window displays. Especially the mannikins (you may choose your own spelling, as I learned when I consulted the dictionary).

I have been fascinated by mannikins all my life. I can remember how intriguing I found them as a very small girl following my mother around as she shopped in department stores. I’ve not given up on getting my own manikin sometime, though I don’t know what I’d do with it.

Seeing them in their carefully-designed environments is like looking into a life-size dollhouse, I think. I’m not interested in the clothes they are wearing – I am interested in what they are thinking? planning? contemplating? as they pose, caught as they are in the midst of what surely must be interesting and varied eixistences. It’s very easy to speculate on what is going on with each individual, but the true stories will remain a mystery.

Anyway, I took some pictures of these people I met who say a lot without making a sound.

Elegant in all black and carefully concealing their dislike of each other?

Elegant in all black and carefully concealing their dislike of each other?

Will my marriage be a happy one? Is this dress too expensive? Does it make me look fat? So many things to think about...

Will my marriage be a happy one? Is this dress too expensive? Does it make me look fat? So many things to think about…

Even without heads, we manage some attitude.

Even without heads, we manage some attitude.

We need sunscreen here and right now.

We need sunscreen here and right now.

I wish I had her self-confidence.

I wish I had her self-confidence.

These shoes are ultra tres chic, aren't they? And even better, I'm twice as smart as they are stylish. So there. Top that.

These shoes are ultra tres chic, aren’t they? And even better, I’m twice as smart as they are stylish. So there. Top that.

I know

I know

I know

I really cannot

I really cannot

I really cannot

Two Little Pigs

A couple of weeks ago I was walking along the Green Ribbon Trail, having left from the Flourtown Day Use Area. The point of all this geographical location is to tell you that I entered the park from a pleasant suburban neighborhood – the trail runs behind some houses at its beginning.

Behind one of these houses, and easily viewed from the trail, is a little farm, though. The long narrow backyard is agriculture all the way. I’ve always enjoyed taking a look as I passed by.

This time, I saw these two pigs going about their business. I loved their swishy little tails. I watched them for a while and these pictures pretty much tell the whole of the observation.

I don’t know where the third little pig is and these two didn’t say.

Imagination

Imagination

Imagination

if you think

if you think

if you think

Giant Flower Sculpture?

Drive along Highland Avenue toward the factory and you’ll come upon this impromptu flower sculpture. They have been doing work involving the replacement of the electric poles along here for some time. One day this addition to our landscape just appeared. Don’t know how long it will be around but I am enjoying it!

Mend a Broken Heart

I saw this heart lying on the asphalt in the grocery store parking lot. As I got closer I noticed the little crack. Oh, it made me feel a little sad to see it so – and then I thought, well, it’s just a tiny separation and there is plenty of time for things to reverse themselves and heal, right? It’s even possible that it’s not in the process of breaking but of healing, isn’t it?

Silly, to think so much about a piece of heart-shaped trash. But somehow, it seemed a message. So often I look for meaning (or I should say, meaning finds me) as I look at ordinary objects. I’ve always thought that everything in the world has a voice of some kind and I’ve always tried to listen. A heart on the ground like this, well, there is no way to pass by and not think something about it?

Broken heart in the  WF parking lot 6-20-15

Just Such a Beautiful Day

This morning I took a walk in Lorimer Park. I left the rail trail and went along the interior roads. I have not walked here for months – these routes are rough and hilly. Between my eyesight problems and my broken foot, the area has been off-limits.

Today is my first day back, then. What a glorious day – clear blue skies, sunny, breezy, cool and pleasant. Absolutely perfect. I walked along the fence separating the park and Fox Chase Farm. I left a figurine at the top of the hill. That’s all I need to say. The pictures do a better job of showing what a happy experience this was for me today.

New Poetry Book!

You may remember that I did a Poetry Marathon in the winter and decided to put the results into book form. I liked the process so much that I did it again in April, and here is the book of work that emerged from that project.

I liked the experience so much that I plan to do it again in July and in October. Then I’ll have four seasons of one year in my life. Somehow that seems important to me at this stage of things!

If you are interested in reading, the book is available on Amazon or I can send it to you for $12, including postage (email me at claudiamcgillart@gmail.com).

If you want to know more about the Poetry Marathon process, you can take a look at my poetry blog and search under the term “Poetry Marathon”.

Spring Cleaning Book cover photo with border for blog 2015

And here is the previous book in the Marathon adventure:

Look Winter in the Face book cover with border small

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