Skip to content

The Weight of My Days

A dynamic sculpture from pennies

Random Posts

  • At the speed of a craneflyAt the speed of a craneflyDecember 26, 2015
  • Old guys who can fix thingsOld guys who can fix thingsMarch 7, 2016
  • The divided selfThe divided selfJanuary 2, 2016
  • Innocent funInnocent funApril 9, 2016
  • There will be moreThere will be moreOctober 23, 2015
  • Seeing in palettesSeeing in palettesOctober 30, 2015
  • Kandinsky on materialismKandinsky on materialismSeptember 19, 2016
  • Not quite the birthday I expectedNot quite the birthday I expectedJuly 7, 2016
  • Bumpy turfBumpy turfJanuary 17, 2016
  • So manySo manyJanuary 21, 2016
  • Exploding devicesExploding devicesNovember 14, 2016
  • Something doesn’t add upSomething doesn’t add upNovember 6, 2015
  • Good to goGood to goDecember 23, 2015
  • Uphill and alligatorsUphill and alligatorsApril 5, 2016
  • A million legsA million legsApril 27, 2016
  • Day 99: Playing with KandinskyDay 99: Playing with KandinskyOctober 13, 2015
  • Day 22: A penny from the Empire State BuildingDay 22: A penny from the Empire State BuildingJuly 28, 2015
  • A weekend of tapasA weekend of tapasFebruary 14, 2016
  • In black and whiteIn black and whiteApril 14, 2016
  • One of those daysOne of those daysMarch 8, 2016

Tag: 1918

Margaret, grieving

Margaret, grieving

Gerard Manley Hopkins said it best in Spring and Fall: To a young child: Márgarét, áre you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? …It ís the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for. These words come to my mind so often, but most of all now.  This weekend, autumn is at its peak. The … read more Margaret, grieving

Posted on November 1, 2015May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories TreesTags 1918, 1981, autumn, fall, leaves, Margaret, poetry, sorrow
© Copyright 2015-2017 Lisa Schnellinger