1 Shot Wednesday: Frida Kahlo

When a traveling exhibition of Frida Kahlo’s paintings, drawings, and costumes came to Phoenix, it was a no brainer to visit. Do you find wherever you live, you are caught up in the day-day-to-day routine of life? But then someone comes to visit, and you seek out like a tourist entertaining things to do? My Mom came to visit. We both love art and museums. The Phoenix Art Museum has world-class visual arts and impressive traveling exhibits. We had a great morning wandering around the galleries and absorbing the colors and passionate life of Frida Kahlo. I never would have gone to the museum if she hadn’t come to see me.

Frida Kahlo self-portrait, 1943

This particular self-portrait was painted in 1943. I read that she was teaching at that point in Mexico City but her health worsened and she was forced to teach in her home. Her class trickled down to four. The loyal students sat by her bed. It has been suggested that the “Los Fridos” monkeys represent her four students. I like her eyes.


1 Shot Wednesday: Full Moon Blossoms

Still in and out of the hospital. Two steps forward, one step back. My 1 Shot Wednesdays are all I can do at the moment. Stupid Polycystic Liver Disease.

Full Moon Blossom

When I think of spring blossoms, they are glowing in the sunshine. A couple of years ago, the moon was full, and we happened to be in a parking lot where the lights lit up the cherry blossoms. The black and white contrast appealed to me. Even in non-descript places like a parking lot, there is beauty to behold.

1 Shot Wednesday: Tarantula

Slowly healing. Thanks for your patience.

On a morning walk, I stumbled upon him. Take your hand and mimic the tarantula crawling. First, he was the size of your hand. Second, why do I consider him male? I have no idea about gender differences and arachnophobia keeps me from investigating. It was difficult to stand over Boris and hold the camera still. I know, tarantulas are supposed to be kind and calm and don’t pose a threat to humans. I could let him crawl all over me and nothing would happen. I don’t care. Seeing one always raises the hairs on my arms.

Arizona Blonde Tarantula

I admit Boris was a beautiful specimen. I liked his cinnamon hair and how graceful his arms maneuvered through his world. I learned from the Biology teacher at school that tarantulas come out during spring rains to mate. There are over 800 kinds of tarantulas in the world and 30 species live in Arizona. The female lifespan is 20 – 25 years. The male 7-10. After reaching maturity, which can take years, the male leaves his burrow in search of a receptive female. He knocks on her filament door and waits nervously; two things will happen. Either she will come out and consent to the union, or she will eat him.

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