What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down”
-- Jim Morrison
Rendering of a Norwegian 'stave church' (for the Architecdoodlez
Wednesday art challenge on Twitter).
The oldest preserved wooden churches in Christianity, there were reportedly 1300 in existence, of which only 28 now remain. (Bucket list is to actually visit one of these in person someday).
https://www.visitnorway.com/typically.../stave-churches/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stave_church
Quick burst 💥 of creativity before heading into another day at the office. #acrylic paint, colored pencils, colored markers, gel pen, ink … little bit of everything.
My favorite place growing up in Hickory, NC was the Elbert Ivey Memorial Library. When I got to the age where I could walk into town on my own unattended by an adult, my mom would let me spend afternoons at the library on my own, after we were done home-schooling for the day.
I made so many discoveries there -- of authors and books I still read and treasure today.
It was there that I first encountered Ray Bradbury ("The Martian Chronicles"), Brian Herbert ("Dune"), Orson Scott Card ("Ender's Game") and Douglas Adams ("Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy").
It was also there that I also discovered real, genuine FEAR -- by way of an anthology of scary stories for children, and ABOUT children ("Young Monsters" edited by Isaac Asimov); and it was there that, barely a teen, I dared picked up Stephen King's "Night Shift" and scared myself out of my wits -- and promptly returned the following day for more.
So many fond memories of those days, spending endless summer afternoons, lost in the shelves.
This piece is a tribute to all the bookstores and libraries around the world, but most of all to that one in particular.