For previous mentions, see Hopper Leitmotif, Noon in the Village, and Storm Chasing (there are others).
But today, there's this, and it's remarkable.
I will have trouble waiting, for more.
"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Showing posts with label Edward Hopper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Edward Hopper. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Friday, August 8, 2014
Storm Chasing
The storm gathered, rumbling, darkening, while I strode the dam, finding Widow Skimmers, Violet Dancers, Slaty Skimmers, Blue Dashers, and Halloween Pennants hanging on, despite threatening weather.
Just after lightning struck and before rain pummeled my car, I idled, charmed by the color-block farm field, lit briefly like a Hopper painting come south, promising something sinister on the way.
Hard rain stirs nerves, sending us all inside or aground.
Just after lightning struck and before rain pummeled my car, I idled, charmed by the color-block farm field, lit briefly like a Hopper painting come south, promising something sinister on the way.
Hard rain stirs nerves, sending us all inside or aground.
Friday, November 8, 2013
Noon in the Village
Business closed.
Building empty.
One table; one chair.
Shadows the only occupants.
Edward Hopper nostalgia.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Hopper Leitmotif
The taxidermied bear
rearing up, teeth bared,
in the corner window
forced me to park
and dust off the windows.
Inside, a five-foot
carved and barbed catfish
floated above a primitive
chest with dovetail joinery.
The still-slotted key hung
from a 1950s Coke machine
glinted and two huge plastic
Mickey Mouse characters
extended their gloved hands
toward empty buildings
across the street.
Respite from Wal-Mart,
welcome Hopper leitmotif.
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