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7/28/2014

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“Time is all we’re given in this life, the hours and what we do with them.  It sounds simple, but it’s true, and it makes you realize that you have to pick the areas in your life that cause time to stop, that make you feel the fullness of the moment.  Art can do that.”

Film director Richard Linklater, from an interview in the Chicago Tribune, July 14, 2014


This photo looks down my street towards my hometown library on a foggy night.  I'm lucky every once in a while to capture a moment in a photograph that I don't know how to express in words.  Except for my home page, most of the photographs on my website are ones I've taken.  Books, photographs, music, drawings, paintings, sculptures, dancing...what would we do without art?
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trees, part 2

7/4/2014

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When I was a child, I loved to climb trees.
Trees gave me a sense of physical exhilaration
as I scaled the trunk and limbs,
a far-reaching view
of my patch of the world,
and the healing grace
of respite and solitude.
Today, when I peer
into the high branches of a tree,
I remember the utter feeling of
powerlessness I experienced as a child
and the certainty each time
I shimmied up a tree
that I would one day emerge
from the dark days into a canopy of light.

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My car looks tiny

parked next to the catalpa tree
at the library where I work
(and play) in youth services.


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Five favorite picture books about trees:
A Tree is Nice by Janice Udry
Leaves by David Ezra Stein
Caps for Sale by Esphyr Slobodkina
Christmas Farm by Mary Lyn Ray
Tap the Magic Tree by Christie Matheson


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trees, part 1

7/3/2014

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                     A TREE GROWS IN MY HEART

Many years ago, my husband and I toured a house we hoped to buy in our local historic district.  Our first concern was not the amount of restoration the house required but the massive tree out front, a towering maple with limbs resembling a sumo wrestler.  The tree had grown so close to the end of the driveway, I was certain I’d hit it whenever I pulled out with our car.

“You’ll never hit that tree,” my friend Sandy said.  “It’s so huge you’ll always be worried when you back out, and therefore you’ll never hit it.”

She was right.  Though trepidation guided the first times Duane and I eased out of the driveway, the old house charmed us.  We became its proud new owners and grew accustomed to maneuvering our driveway, though visitors avoided anxiety by parking on the street.

Years passed with substantive house restoration.  Our house became a home.  In pleasant weather, we enjoyed lunches and suppers on the front porch, greeting neighbors as they passed by.  I adored our maple tree for its wide arms that shaded our front lawn each summer, for its glorious shades of yellow leaves in autumn, sunlit against the sky before they cascaded down, and for the artistry of its dark branches that laced the winter clouds.

Then one summer, a storm blew through town and tore one of the muscled limbs from our tree.  The giant limb fell along the curb strip, its long branches extending into the street.  Traffic stopped to survey the wreckage.  Neighbors and passersby helped my husband and father-in-law clean up the damage.  Though our front curb was no longer shaded, the tree survived and managed to shade the rest of our lawn.  Years passed.  More branches and limbs fell during storms, but the tree persevered.  Because it grew along the curb, the city was responsible for trimming its broken branches.  One year, the clean-up crew told me they should take down the tree.

“Do you have to?” I pleaded.

“Well, maybe not yet,” they relented.

More years passed.  More limbs and branches fell, and more pleading and relenting reprieved the tree.  Finally one spring, only a few leaves grew in, long after the other trees on our block had turned green.  Duane and I surveyed the bare branches in mid-summer and knew we had to let our tree go.  The crew came and cut down the remaining branches until only the trunk remained and two limbs sticking up in the air as if the tree had surrendered.  I thought my heart would break.

I couldn’t watch the final removal of the trunk and roots, but in later weeks as I mourned the empty hole on our front curb and gaping space in the sky, I knew we should plant another tree as soon as possible.  I called our city parks manager.

“I’m getting a shipment of red maples,” he said.  “Would you like one?”

The crew came to plant our new tree one bright autumn day.  I ran outside with a plate of cookies, bubbling with questions about care and maintenance as they planted the six-foot tree a few feet from the end of our driveway.  I touched its slim silvery trunk and realized how many years it’d take before the tree would grow tall enough to shade our lawn.  But its spritely branches claimed my heart, simply with its promise that it would grow.

Our beautiful new maple grew several inches those first few months, and that spring, I found myself looking not at the wide space in the sky once filled with leaves and limbs but straight ahead at the branches blossoming in front of me.  May the wind blow gently upon them.

Suggested reading: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith



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cats and dogs

7/2/2014

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In my house we have one caramel colored dog
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and three caramel colored cats.

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Sometimes our caramel colored grand-dog comes to visit.

A few of my favorite dog and cat picture books:
Story County Here We Come by Derek Anderson
Meeow and the Big Box by Sebastien Braun
Bonaparte by Marsha Wilson Chall
Homer by Elisha Cooper
Go, Dog, Go! By P. D. Eastman
Rrralph by Lois Ehlert
   Here is my granddaughter’s collage homage to Ehlert’s art work:
Dog Food by Saxton Freymann and Joost Elffers
Widget by Lyn Rossiter McFarland
The Broken Cat by Lynne Rae Perkins
Skippyjon Jones by Judy Schachner
There are Cats in this Book by Viviane Schwarz
Mrs. Crump’s Cat by Linda Smith
No Roses for Harry by Gene Zion

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jazz tribute - jimmy scott

7/1/2014

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Jimmy Scott, sweet and soulful jazz singer, passed away Thursday, June 12, 2014.  Here is his lush voice on “When did you leave Heaven?”   If you love this song, I recommend purchasing the comprehensive “Little Jimmy Scott - The Savoy Years and More."  Rest in peace, Jimmy.

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    Karmen Kooyers

    I am a children’s writer and youth librarian who’s passionate about literature, libraries, and art.

    The path before me unwinds in ways that surprise, delight, and befuddle.  I hope you’ll join me to see where it leads.


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