the long cold spring has produced a perfect environment for june flowers. i've been out walking without my camera so i have no evidence of my own to show. our daily rambles around the neighborhood sound something like this: "peonies!!!" look at those roses!!!" "oh, wow! honeysuckle!"
but i did have my camera with me on friday night. a mist was falling softly as we exited the block museum at dusk. thick fog was crawling over the lake shore and creeping up silently on the deserted campus. after spending an eerie hour viewing the spooky art of kiki smith, it all seemed apropos. in the garden along the wall big soggy peonies were shedding their hot pink petals,
revealing these, which looked as if the artist herself had imagined and sculpted them.