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Silhouette of Stillness

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Patio Dining for Four

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source link Machinery Row has a few hidden surprises worth knowing about. Sardines is a restaurant tucked behind the building – not much to see street side, but the view is lovely lake side. A close-up view of Lake Monona. I love the table settings on the outside patio. Enthusiastic diners occupied most of the tables — judging from the expressions of satisfaction and delight on their faces — but a couple of the tables were ready for new diners.

Purchase Tramadol Without Prescription It is a sign of the times that there are paper sugar packets in the sugar bowl. I would have loved some paperless sweet stuff, but I do love the offering of the bits of bread. And the linens.

https://www.jacobysaustin.com/events/ And I have been a dedicated fan of cloth tablecloths and napkins since I was a very young bride. Sherpa’s grandmother had a sense of style, and until she was in her 60s, she wouldn’t eat in a restaurant that didn’t use linens. As a young bride, when I entertained family, I would bring out the linen tablecloths, the matching napkins. It was nice, actually. Too often those lovely items stay carefully pressed and folded in bottom drawers and no one ever appreciates their beauty.

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https://www.ztpackaging.com/tisserie/ Bo Mackison is a photographer and the owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. She is currently working on an urban photography project, and discovering lovely new spaces and places in Madison.

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Walking down Willy Street

I’m doing an urban project on selected stretches of streets in Madison.

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go The tenant on the south end of the Machinery Row Buildings is Machinery Row Bicycles.

Their BICYCLES sign is a prominent feature on the side of the brick building.

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go to link The Machinery Row Building  is at the intersection of Blair and Williamson Streets. Williamson is known as Willy Street by all the locals.) East Wilson disappears and Willy Street appears. The row of buildings was designed by the architectural firm of Conover and Porter from Madison. As was typical of many commercial buildings at the time, the structures were designed in a commercial Romanesque Revival Style. The firm dissolved shortly after the first sections of Machinery Row were built. Lew F. Porter then supervised the remaining work on the building.

Purchase Ambien Online During their partnership, Conover and Porter constructed several hundred buildings, including jails, banks, churches, commercial properties and homes. A few of the more well-known buildings include the old University of Wisconsin boathouse, the UW-Madison’s Old Red Gym, the Senate Tavern, the Agricultural Dean’s residence on campus. The firm was a training ground for novice architects, including Louise Clause, John Flad, Alvin Small, and Frank Lloyd Wright.

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Journaling in Olbrich Courtyard

Olbrich Courtyard

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Journal Notes, written while eating lunch, at the Olbrich Botanical Gardens, taking a mid morning break from another garden photo shoot:

…white metal faux wicker tables and chairs, stone crock on each table, centerpiece, holds succulents, thick and fleshy. I think of the word durable when I think of succulents. Not hardy, the term often applied to plants, often an indication their tolerance for cold or heat. Durable. They seem to tolerate hard use, sporadic care. Succulents – crinkled, velvety, twisted, icy green succulents. And they are thick and fleshy, not svelte and wispy — I like that.

I feel like the photographer’s equivalent of a bag lady, come to take root in this shaded courtyard. Fountain trickling nearby, people trickling in and out as they discover this hidden resting space. I unpacked my pockets. Lots of pockets. Tossed on my table — lens cap, lens brush, lens cloth, phone, notebook, pen, floppy hat. Peach wrapped in paper towels, a bottle of Vitamin Water, string cheese. Sunglasses.

I do not like to wear sunglasses. I bring them from habit. Mostly, they occupy my hands, I never have them on long enough to protect my eyes. I remove my sunglasses constantly — so I can see a flower, see a path, see a shot — clearly, not through a polarized layer of dark. I hook them onto the neck of my shirt, then forget them ’til they fall and need retrieval or until the sun glare makes me squint. I do like to play with my sunglasses. I spin them by one arm – whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, like an off-balance Ferris wheel. I take them off and put them on a hundred times. No, I do not like to wear sunglasses — I cannot see when I wear them.

And it is all about seeing…

Yesterday I discovered an alternative to both sunglasses and the sunscreen that I hate to put on my face. Ick. Goo. Found an end-of-the-year bargain. A very wide, very floppy, very black hat that has 50 SPF protection from the sun in its fibers. (How do they do that!)

I imagine how I appear, though it’s doubtful anyone else notices “the photographer.” This woman in her 50s, a frequent visitor, always has her camera gear, spends hours walking around, examining everything closely, taking photos, lots of photos. She dresses mostly in black three seasons a year. (Summer requires casual clothes, lighter and cooler colors.) Today she wears a big black floppy hat, looks like the ones worn by movie stars in the 50s.

Ah, maybe I am not the movie star, but the paparazzi!  Ha.

Garden’s quiet now. Here in the courtyard, at least. Going to close my eyes for ten minutes and listen to the fountain, the trickling water.

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Bo Mackison is a photographer and the owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. Gardening, photographing gardens, writing in her journal. Enjoying a few week break before autumn art fairs begin.

 

Flowing Coneflowers

Overgrown Coneflowers

Flowing Coneflowers © 2011 Bo Mackison

Coneflowers are a symbol of strength — and the purple coneflower is also a potent healing.

These bright, beautiful blossoms are long-lasting, adding bright hues of purple for late July and August. Coneflowers have great character in their many stages of growth and decline, and then finally decay. A grace and posture accompany the coneflower through each of its life stages – bud, brightly petaled flower, dying flower, and the lovely seedhead.

The bright orange cone heads contrasting with the bright to pale pinks and purples are one of the prettiest natural contrasts in the prairie garden.

I never tire of the sway of orange, purple, pink — and they make me smile.

It is hard not to make friends with this patch of flowers.

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Bo Mackison is a photographer and the owner of Seeded Earth Studio LLC. She is spending every available hour in one of the many area gardens these days — sometimes with camera in hand, sometimes relaxing on a blanket spread on the grassy hills, sometimes just looking, gazing, and taking it all in. Trying to hold onto a special moment a bit longer than a moment.