stems

If in doubt ... stems.   Plants.   Vase.   Repetition.   Depressed statements about house staging for zero visitors (we walked past the Century 21 offices today on Raritan - one downbeat looking inhabitant, apparently shutting up shop for the day).   Weather - grey.  Eventually it stopped raining, round about the time that Rutgers lost their fifth football game in a row.   Even the book I'm reading, Laura Marcus's most excellent The Tenth Muse, about cinema and modernism, seems to work determinedly against thinking about the still photograph, since it emphasizes cinematic - and viewer - fascination with motion, and by comparison, a jar full of calla lily stalks are determinedly static.