Illumination Night
Jun. 11th, 2005 02:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
libertangoI forget just how I got there, but I recently found http://www.loobylu.com/ This is a blog by someone doing a lot of... well, homey art, for lack of a better phrase. (Do pay attention to the Hokusai tribute she has a link to. The crest of the wave is made up of bunnies.) Here's an example, that I find charming:
The fireflies, the little lights, the chinese lantern up in the left corner... This all reminds me a great deal of summer nights we spent on Martha's Vineyard, when I was a boy.
Oak Bluffs, one of the towns on Martha's Vineyard, has a tradition called Illumination Night. It's called on short notice, usually held on a Wednesday, and always in August. Despite that, it draws 10,000 or so visitors. I had to go hunting a bit, but here's a picture:
That's very much a summer memory for me. Dad being Dad, he had friends in Oak Bluffs, so we always had a place to stay over the night -- very precious. I remember it was a black family, but I can't remember any of their names. Unsurprising after 35 years, I suppose. I do remember they were always kind and gracious to us, and that it was always a happy time to see them again. (Remember this was the late 1960s, in Massachusetts.)
The fireflies, the little lights, the chinese lantern up in the left corner... This all reminds me a great deal of summer nights we spent on Martha's Vineyard, when I was a boy.
Oak Bluffs, one of the towns on Martha's Vineyard, has a tradition called Illumination Night. It's called on short notice, usually held on a Wednesday, and always in August. Despite that, it draws 10,000 or so visitors. I had to go hunting a bit, but here's a picture:
That's very much a summer memory for me. Dad being Dad, he had friends in Oak Bluffs, so we always had a place to stay over the night -- very precious. I remember it was a black family, but I can't remember any of their names. Unsurprising after 35 years, I suppose. I do remember they were always kind and gracious to us, and that it was always a happy time to see them again. (Remember this was the late 1960s, in Massachusetts.)
