

The beehive with its worker bees is a Freemasonry symbol. Whether these inkwells are connected with Freemasonry, were made for one of their lodges, etc. it is not possible to learn as far as I know. But they probably were.
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The beehive with its worker bees is a Freemasonry symbol. Whether these inkwells are connected with Freemasonry, were made for one of their lodges, etc. it is not possible to learn as far as I know. But they probably were.
meandering on the frozen air as somewhere far to the north of Greenland where polar bears rule and human beings shiver the Inuit little girls come out to play as a peep of sun appears . . . not much more and that not for months but a dolly house to build . . . tiny igloo and a mama doll with a huge hood for her twin babies with malamute puppies to sit and watch . . . umiak to ride in to the next village one day but not now. . . someone to dance with and maybe . . . time to be happy for now and that forever for memories never die.
my winter series post for today published over on my Substack if you’d like to see-




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Wishing a very happy Hanukkah to my Jewish friends and followers.
Image: Menorah. Sterling silver. Made in Jaffa, Israel by silverworker Ben Zion David who descends from a family of Yemenite silverworkers.

sparking on air on the smile of a duckling peeking out from under his mother’s wing as in the courtyard of the great art museum something sparkly is coming up . . . glass trees in every shade of green that Pantone knows about and that’s a lot . . . but wait. . . fairies too or maybe they are elves in holiday dress starting to dance as they emerge from under the boughs . . . wonderful . . . gone by suppertime perhaps but there now and maybe tomorrow.
my winter series post for today published on my Substack at the link.











meandering in air on the wagging tail of a puppy chasing her sister as the floodlights change colors and the music starts as the star dives and the aquacade begins . . . new bathing caps and sequined bathing suits that flash red and green . . . a holiday spectacular it is and better than last years . . . more money spent and Esther Williams as the star instead of that girl who worked for less that does cartwheels on the beach at Santa Monica.
My winter series post today on my Substack at the link. Including this wonderful image from an installation in Paris a few years back.

Pirouetting on air at the very tip of the Cheshire Cat’s tail as Alice sits down on a toadstool and the dancing begins . . . very quietly though . . . no need to wake up the Queen of Hearts . . . only crankiness lives there . . .
My winter series post for today over on my Substack at the link. Enjoy!




