tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620937750697214368.post5061766417307693826..comments2023-05-17T08:37:24.213-04:00Comments on Christine Boyka Kluge: Gathering the Glowing WorldChristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11019640015329956061noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620937750697214368.post-30477111394662963792008-10-16T23:29:00.000-04:002008-10-16T23:29:00.000-04:00Hi again, Spot! Renwal dolls are merely old doll ...Hi again, Spot! Renwal dolls are merely old doll house dolls, but to me they seem to possess real character and life. I like to set up scenes using them. They're pretty small, about four inches high, but they have large personalities.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11019640015329956061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620937750697214368.post-37805914412654279722008-10-16T15:31:00.000-04:002008-10-16T15:31:00.000-04:00Guess I'm missing something over here about the do...Guess I'm missing something over here about the dolls? Who are they?!! Are they palm size? Barbie size? <BR/>We've had a gorgeous (mostly) dry week, with leaves falling like rain and I just love it every time.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11878102599430407759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620937750697214368.post-58579057051748448612008-10-16T09:39:00.000-04:002008-10-16T09:39:00.000-04:00Thanks, Spot! That's the feeling, isn't it?Thanks, Spot! That's the feeling, isn't it?Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11019640015329956061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620937750697214368.post-1770719731824596092008-10-16T09:37:00.000-04:002008-10-16T09:37:00.000-04:00I love these fall colors. I drove around the rese...I love these fall colors. I drove around the reservoir late yesterday, and the light coming through the leaves was intense, yet dreamlike and flickering, mirrored in the water. What a great name, "House of the Hermit Poets." Do tell.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11019640015329956061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620937750697214368.post-27923751453761969642008-10-16T02:54:00.000-04:002008-10-16T02:54:00.000-04:00Love the line - Inside her mind, a perfect silence...Love the line - Inside her mind, a perfect silence grows where rustling thoughts had clung.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11878102599430407759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620937750697214368.post-65566566936718923642008-10-15T18:14:00.000-04:002008-10-15T18:14:00.000-04:00Gold gold gold indeed . . . and those bursts of re...Gold gold gold indeed . . . and those bursts of red and orange. At Storm King there was a stretch of trees, all red. Hemlock. And did I ever tell you about my visit to the 'House of the Hermit Poets' in Japan? I think it's post-Basho's time, but the premise is the same.Deborah Battermanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08323806344051047240noreply@blogger.com