Lois Reynolds Mead

Art and a pink monkeyflower in a native plant garden…


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Garden and Glass, part one…

After walking past the wonderful Gehry building in Seattle, we came to the Chihuly Garden and Glass exhibit.

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Walking in, you enter into a series of galleries that contain Chihuly’s early work.

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His series that referenced Native American baskets…

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All together there are eight galleries and two drawing walls that give a comprehensive collection of his work.

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Textures made when the glass was expanded creating fissures in the gold leaf on its surface…and the drawings he makes before starting a piece…

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Some works are monumental…

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and some are on the ceiling like a skylight…

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throwing their reflections against the wall…

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The galleries are totally black with the glass work sitting on black pedestals. The colors glow from small spotlights. The only processing I did of my pictures was to retouch the tiny white rows of lights. The color is all Chihuly. If I lived in Seattle and was prone to depression because of lack of light, I would make my way here as often as possible to give my mental health a boost. I muttered reverentially the word “color’ as I walked through these rooms and have thought about the vibrancy of the experience continually since I have been home.

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The shiny pedestals also make for interesting reflections…

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The first picture wall with the works in Golden acrylic paint and lots of iridescent powders…(love that squirt bottle he uses)…

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The chandeliers he made for over Venice canals…

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The last of the galleries had his       series…I will let him speak for himself…

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Oh, yum…part two will be the garden and glasshouse…


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What’s in a puddle…

Walking the morning after a long rain provides treasures. My entire life I have loved that walk where the puddles still stand and hold gifts of discovery. The reflections through the puddles, darkly,  hold fantasies to investigate. When I was a child I would have jumped in them to disturb their mirrored surface but now I imagine them as doors into other worlds.

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The water flows off the soil into creeks of turmoil…

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and there are hints of the spring that will come…

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Everything is drenched with beautiful wet…

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Teahouse of an August day…

Walking across the street from the Botanical Garden in Golden Gate Park, we stepped into the Japanese Tea Garden for a cuppa.

Everything is so wrong with my fortune cookie fortune… so many levels of wrong that I cannot even start to explain…

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Such nice light and picturesque pools of water that I found myself intrigued with reflections…

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I take it back, another tourist took a picture of us being tourists close to home…four seniors sitting on a bench…nice to see you, friends! Let’s be tourists, again, together, soon! (Truth be told, of course I am going back…they carded us at the gate! What a compliment!!)

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Morning walk…

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Morning walks have been cold here. Crunchy, frozen grasses and frost on top of hedges. Still the greatest way to start the morning. These shots are from today…even some gutters not normally full were supplying some delicious reflections…a stuck-in-on-position sprinkler, somewhere…and the first daffy of the season…