This beautiful flowering bush is on the patio of my office building. I think it’s a pavonia hastata, related to the hibiscus. It’s been blooming for over a month now and, in fact, I have shown it on my blog before. As much as I look at it, I didn’t notice the star until the other day. Perfect.
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It doesn’t have to be late October or early November for Day of the Dead art in Phoenix. It’s here year-round. These pieces are at an authentic Mexican restaurant called La Condesa with exceptional food and a salsa bar with more hot kinds than I knew existed.
And you can’t have authentic Mexican without Frida and Diego.
Day of the Dead rocks.
Tending to God’s earth garden is probably the closest we can come to the beginning of creation without having been there. I didn’t write that, I read it in a flyer for a workshop (about God’s garden). But I like it…a lot.
The texture on the first photo is part of a free package of 10 you can get from a nice guy, Jerry. My hibiscus did not do well over the winter here. Arizona has mild winters but we did hit freezing a few times. Although my hibiscus is in a pot close to my house, under an overhang, and was covered from top to bottom with a sheet on those cold nights, all of its leaves turned yellow and dropped off. It now has tons of new leaves and several blooms so I hope it pulls through.
Despite the fact that I live in central Phoenix, not far from the area considered “downtown,” it had been awhile since I’ve been there in the daytime, with a camera. And, just a short trip around Roosevelt Row (“RoRo”), the heart of the downtown arts district, showed many changes in the area’s murals.
This wall used to display one of the commercial Pabst Blue Ribbon murals that I wrote about a few months ago. You don’t have to look too closely to see parts of the old mural under the red paint. Hopefully, a new (non-commercial) mural will pop up here soon.
Practically next door is this new geometric mural on the side of MonOrchid Gallery:
You probably don’t remember but this is the front and other side of MonOrchid as I photographed it awhile back.
And right next to this building is this new mural:
Across the street, on the side of eye lounge, I saw this month’s mural by Joe Pagac.
Pagac paints a new mural on this wall every month on First Friday. Yeah, it would be cool if I went down and photographed him doing that but I would need to use a tripod to do it at night and there are literally at least 10,000 people who attend First Friday every month and most of them congregate right here. But I really should at least document every month’s mural. Another one I photographed last summer can be seen here. Same annoying billboard obstructing the mural but I guess that’s part of the installation. This performance wall promotes the Marquee Theatre (Stateside Presents) in Tempe. You can see another of the monthly murals and read an amusing interview with Pagac here.
There were a few other unpleasant (to me) changes. On the side of what was formerly Conspire, a coffeehouse and store, those in charge of its new iteration as Imagine painted over one of Lalo Cota’s murals. I guess part of being a muralista is knowing that your work may be transitory, tagged, or overpainted. At least there’s photography to preserve the memories.
At any rate, just this small area had so many changes that I guess it’s time to take my camera and go for a longer walk downtown to see what else has changed.
Do you see him? Not the greatest hummingbird shots but the best I’ve ever gotten.
He (or she?) let me get about 3 feet away.
This rufous has a ruby-throated friend who comes to our feeder, too, so I hope I can get a photo of him someday.
It’s morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.
And again it is spring,
and there are the apple trees,
and the hummingbird in its branches.
On the green wheel of his wings
he hurries from blossom to blossom,
which is his work, that he might live.
He is a gatherer of the fine honey of promise,
and truly I go in envy
of the ruby fire at his throat,
and his accurate, quick tongue,
and his single-mindedness.
Meanwhile the knives of ambition are stirring
down there in the darkness behind my eyes,
and I should go inside now to my desk and my pages.
But still I stand under the trees, happy and desolate,
wanting for myself such a satisfying coat
and brilliant work.
The Hummingbird by Mary Oliver