There are flower photos, and more. The dungeon awaits, but that is tomorrow.
We had a lovely, low key day yesterday with an old friend from our Chicago days. I met a gallery owner whose space and roster shows promise. Most gracious, which, I must say, is a rarity in that world.
I am in the land of misnomers and contradictions. And long stretches of shopping centers. Don't know if I could endure this for a long period of time. I miss my tractor, and although noisy, it is my noise.
In a short while I'll be heading off to a Rotary meeting with my DFiL, and then we'll celebrate his 80th. Good guy.
I've probably put on a few pounds.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
There's no guarantees, I know, but I may get a chance to play a little live poker in the next few days as we're headed south to the DiLs' house. DFiL is gonna go octo on us whether we're there or not, so off we go. Word has it there's a bit of a to-do list and some much ados, so I may not get away. If I do, I promise... Otherwise, I'm giving a heads up that time may allow only a few pictures.
And speaking of time, it's not going to get any longer between busy upon our return, as I've committed to my first-ever Press Pass. I want to believe. I really do. I have my singing voice all warmed up and and just need to work on harmonizing. Small chance. Still, I'm thinking very carefully about distinctions between genial and congenial. Best intentions, you understand.
I'll try to keep up with my blogroll. Cya!
And speaking of time, it's not going to get any longer between busy upon our return, as I've committed to my first-ever Press Pass. I want to believe. I really do. I have my singing voice all warmed up and and just need to work on harmonizing. Small chance. Still, I'm thinking very carefully about distinctions between genial and congenial. Best intentions, you understand.
I'll try to keep up with my blogroll. Cya!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
To Keep
There are little tadpoles in the pond. Well done, frogs. I will do my part, keeping the water level high when things otherwise dry out. Enough for a full cycle, anyway. Just wish they ate yellow jacket hornets, at the very least as a show of gratitude.
The mules are back. Did I mention this already? Well, one of the original mules, anyway. The other, still stalled elsewhere for a while, has been replaced with a beautiful speckle gray. I'll get photos, I promise. The sun is out and it promises to warm things up. I could use some tractor time. So, maybe if I go out and till the garden, I'll take the camera along.
Should I mention poker? The final table last night at the pub tourney. Again knocked out with KQ. I told myself to raise pre, just like last week's KQ, but didn't. Nice 47off, two pair against my pair, Mr. Big Stack in the SB. No biggie, except I don't like that I didn't keep my promise to myself. (So, what chance, photos?) Came home and read more of Julia Kristeva's "This Incredible Need to Believe," made a "Gist," and went on to tear up PA a couple hours later.
The Gist? Wanna see? No? Okay.
Yeah, I'm thinking about promises. Very close to finishing a sculpture called "The Big Lie." More like long-standing, but temporality is hard to portray, and time itself contains little, if any, aesthetic.
I had a longish talk with a gallerist/artist friend of mine yesterday. Much of what we discussed was good faith gone awry. Someone offering help followed by delays and avoidance. Someone who had acknowledged his good work. Oh, it's complicated, but I should point out that at no time did he feel owed. Help was offered then denied. But he learned a lesson in political capital, and that has some value.
I was reminded of my own venture into that world some years ago. Before farming. Before venturing forth again, promising myself this time it would be different.
And it seems I will be in an exhibit this fall in Houston. But like I say...
(Digression if sorts) Nevertheless, it's too late to stop.
The mules are back. Did I mention this already? Well, one of the original mules, anyway. The other, still stalled elsewhere for a while, has been replaced with a beautiful speckle gray. I'll get photos, I promise. The sun is out and it promises to warm things up. I could use some tractor time. So, maybe if I go out and till the garden, I'll take the camera along.
Should I mention poker? The final table last night at the pub tourney. Again knocked out with KQ. I told myself to raise pre, just like last week's KQ, but didn't. Nice 47off, two pair against my pair, Mr. Big Stack in the SB. No biggie, except I don't like that I didn't keep my promise to myself. (So, what chance, photos?) Came home and read more of Julia Kristeva's "This Incredible Need to Believe," made a "Gist," and went on to tear up PA a couple hours later.
The Gist? Wanna see? No? Okay.
Yeah, I'm thinking about promises. Very close to finishing a sculpture called "The Big Lie." More like long-standing, but temporality is hard to portray, and time itself contains little, if any, aesthetic.
I had a longish talk with a gallerist/artist friend of mine yesterday. Much of what we discussed was good faith gone awry. Someone offering help followed by delays and avoidance. Someone who had acknowledged his good work. Oh, it's complicated, but I should point out that at no time did he feel owed. Help was offered then denied. But he learned a lesson in political capital, and that has some value.
I was reminded of my own venture into that world some years ago. Before farming. Before venturing forth again, promising myself this time it would be different.
And it seems I will be in an exhibit this fall in Houston. But like I say...
(Digression if sorts) Nevertheless, it's too late to stop.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Self-portraits
Aline Smithson has the blog, Lenscratch. The woman is a dynamo and her blog is one of the go-to sites to see what people are doing in photography. Every once in a while she invites readers to send photos based on a certain theme. There is no jury process. Just send a photo and she posts it. Today she is showing self portraits. I mention this not only because I sent one in, but there are quite a few really nice shots.
It does the soul good to have the lawn mowed. Even if the mower deck needs to be leveled, I take a certain pleasure in the tire tracks and angled cut as I circle the yard.
Then there's the designated garden area, kept short by the neighbor's llamas the last two years, except for the area where the hemlock grows. The first pass with the tiller went deep enough to get the roots and such, but not as deep as I thought it might go, two-hundred-pound animals compacting the soil as they will. Yet the soil turned well, and with one more pass after the rain today and tomorrow, I will be able to make rows for planting.
I will have to mow the hemlock. I like the smell but will not linger.
Then there's the designated garden area, kept short by the neighbor's llamas the last two years, except for the area where the hemlock grows. The first pass with the tiller went deep enough to get the roots and such, but not as deep as I thought it might go, two-hundred-pound animals compacting the soil as they will. Yet the soil turned well, and with one more pass after the rain today and tomorrow, I will be able to make rows for planting.
I will have to mow the hemlock. I like the smell but will not linger.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Beer-f-etcetera
The beers were by and large underwhelming, those that I tasted. I found no ESB that didn't suffer from the popularity of pale ales and settled back into lagers. Longboard from Kona Brewing Co. I had while visiting my DS and his family. Nice. And although not very adventurous, I finished the day with a Stella Artois, a summertime favorite.
But screw the beer. I had a great time hanging with our friend and vet. I picked her up at her clinic and the rest, as they say (not really) "is pictures."
But screw the beer. I had a great time hanging with our friend and vet. I picked her up at her clinic and the rest, as they say (not really) "is pictures."
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