Maybe April is the Cruelest Month because it goes way too fast.
It started with Easter on April Fool’s Day.
Guerilla art by Alexandra Bell appeared at the Pomona College Art Museum and Honnold Library.
The annual International Festival at CMC and Alumni Days at the colleges rolled around on schedule.
Progress is evident at the new Pomona College Art Museum.
Stop signs are ineffective against nature.
Yesterday a route was cleared of car traffic to allow bikes, walkers, skateboarders, rollerbladers and such people-powered modes of transport to visit various Earth Day festivals between Claremont, Pomona, La Verne and San Dimas. The CicLAvia attracted many people and even more wheels for the 6.5 mile route.
The Claremont Library has closed for renovations starting this past Monday. Claremontography took a last look around before the closure. No one is exactly sure when it will reopen, but hopefully by 2019 we can enjoy a new space.
The refurbished Children’s Room (2014) will not need any touch-ups at this point.
One can still drop off books at the library, but for ordering books from the county system, you can go to the Hughes Center to pick up and return books.
The hours are slightly different, though, and it was only by visiting the Hughes Center that Claremontography discovered them.
A post about a library is a great place to link to poetry about libraries. Enjoy these poems by Nikki Giovanni.
Springtime in Oregon. The cherry tree blossoms abound. Between rainy days and rainy hours, the sunshine is magnificent, and the colors are vibrant.
Not only do sidewalks end, bend and buckle, some have stories etched in. People like to leave their mark – some more legible (and understandable) than others.
Some are artful (on purpose?)
Contractors leave their calling cards.
Do you have memories of sidewalks like this poet?
The Fitbit requires lots of daily walks – daily walks along the same paths. The Fitbit may not require looking down, but after awhile one notices lots of things about sidewalks.
This sidewalk that stops in the middle of the schoolyard reminds one of Shel Silverstein’s poem Where the Sidewalk Ends (read it here).
Who will write the poem about Where the Sidewalk Bends?
Sycamore Elementary School
Or, even Where the Sidewalk Buckles