Paintbrush branches

Happy fall! It’s my favorite time of year and in celebration of this glorious 5th day of the season (September 22 was the first day of fall 2012), here is a poem:

Wet Canvas
By Annette Marie Hyder

Brown, yellow, and gray
burnt toast and clay
leaves
are spattered thickly
on the drop-cloth forest floor.

The trees reach
paintbrush branches
towards the sky
scratching titanium streaks of clouds
onto the still wet canvas.

I want to touch it
mark myself indelibly
carry the leaves and the clouds
and the fresh tube of blue sky
away as part of me.

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St. Anthony Park Home Tour


This modern home on Gordon Place is one of nine homes featured
on the St. Anthony Park Home Tour. Photo by Lori Hamilton

Don’t miss the St. Anthony Park Home Tour. From the advance ticket information: “Join us touring new and old homes featuring the eclectic mix of people, homes, and interests that make up our vibrant community. From a restored prairie school to an expanded bungalow, to a transformed cottage and new house featuring “green technology”, and many more, the houses reflect the variety of life-styles of our urban village.

The tour is from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. on Oct. 6. Advance tickets are
available online for $15 each at www.sapcc.org/hometour, as well as at
Micawber’s Books, 2238 Carter Ave., The Bibelot Shop, 2276 Como Ave.,
and the St. Paul Classic Cookie Company, 2386 Territorial Road. Or you
can buy them here.

Tickets will be on sale on the day of the tour for $20 each at Park Midway Bank, 2300 Como Ave. The tour takes place rain or shine.”

The St. Anthony Park Home Tour is featured in the Park Bugle.

Article excerpt:

“Home tour touts local craftsmen and green technology

This year’s St. Anthony Park Home Tour on Saturday, Oct. 6, continues
the tradition of celebrating the diverse housing that adds so much to
the neighborhood’s ambiance.


The nine homes on the biennial tour were selected by an informal
process, largely word-of-mouth, and a lot depends on an owner’s
willingness to participate, according to neighborhood resident Rose
Gregoire, event coordinator. 

“There’s a lot of work that goes
into preparing for the tour and not everybody is comfortable with
s
trangers passing through their homes,” Gregoire said.

“This
year, I was particularly interested in featuring homes that incorporated
green technologies, and we always want to feature the work of local
craftsmen.” Read the entire article here.

With Ribbon As Black As the Sky

By Annette Marie Hyder
“What Leaves Do At Night”, EP Version
(For M)

The stars blaze with a wonderful fire
that warms the night
as owls hang-glide
the shadows
and black walnut leaves shake in the wind
who is to say they’re not dancing?

I think of a night in a park on a bench —
and the light falling kisses of rain
“Maybe 13 drops, but six for sure!” you said,
how I liked your specificity
how you talked about:
“cloud cover”
and “rain”
and “the stars behind the clouds”
and “how the wind shakes the branches
of the black walnut trees”

into making shadows that played
“beneath amber streetlights”
that shone on “that old pine tree
with feathered wing branches
that hang like the ones in a movie”

(listening to you talk, sometimes,
hearing your joy in the things around you
is like listening to poetry for me)

and a deer — summoned
by my talk of gazelles sprinting up mountains —
made her appearance too
in that  small park in the middle
of an industrial neighborhood
where I laid on a bench with my head in your lap
and tied your hand to my heart
with ribbon as black as the sky that night,
with ribbon beautifully black as the sky
.

the seams of the sky

By Annette Marie Hyder

are still being stitched together
i can see where the edges of the fabric of the day
come together with a glove tight fit
all along the bodice of the shore
lace hemmed with crinoline clouds
and deep flounces of midnight blue
shimmering to all the shades of dawn
it looks like a party dress day —
one i can’t wait to dance in

Wayfinding art bikes

Clockwise from top right: Garden Bike, Amy Sparks’ Yarn Bomb Bike, Pink Cadillac Bike. Photos by Kristal Leebrick

Sweet new rides in the Creative Enterprise Zone

Here’s a link to a swell project that was proposed by local artist and environmental designer, Carrie Christensen, and set in motion by the St. Anthony Park Community Council (SAPCC): These bikes are the bomb.

Article excerpt:

To motivate people to get out of their cars and to explore the area surrounding the Central Corridor by bike or on foot, the St. Anthony Park neighborhood in St. Paul is getting nearly a dozen “wayfinding bikes.


As a part of the project, the artfully decorated bikes/public art pieces
will be strategically placed here and there, with signage that conveys
travel times and distances to certain local destinations, according to
council materials.



The

St. Anthony Park Community Council
(SAPCC) set the project in motion, which local artist and environmental
designer Carrie Christensen took on. Her focus is on sparking
“awareness of place and to create more ecologically, socially, and
economically functional spaces,” according to council materials.

One bike looks like it could be from the 1930s or 40s, with fin-like lines that resemble an old Cadillac car, she says.




Bikes will be adorned according to various themes, creating a mermaid, garden, rainbow and yarn bombing, among others.” Read the entire article here



Keep a look out for these bikes as you explore Saint Anthony Park.
Take photos of the bikes you find and post them to our Facebook page! (I’d love to see a Wicked Witch of the West bike for Halloween.)

Would you like to get regular updates on our neighborhood doings? Events like the Saint Anthony Park Home Tours, the Creative Enterprise Zone Give and Take, The Annual Town Meeting, and more? Subscribe to our newsletter here.

Links
Saint Anthony Park Community Council
Creative Enterprise Zone page
Transportation Committee page
Park Bugle

The Wind In the Trees

By Annette Marie Hyder

The breeze runs its fingers through the trees
like a lover’s touch through tangled hair,
whispers secrets to the leaves
that I can’t help but overhear.

By the water of the lake I wait —
the fish beneath the satin sheets of water
can hear the beating of my heart
as can the frogs and birds, the foxes and the deer

that nibble at the shoots along the shore.
On nights like this longing is a kite
pulled by the string of our desire.
I close my eyes and lean into the wind.