Walking into the room this morning I saw the oak tree catch the morning sun, reflect it onto the art room tables. Warm fire aglow. A stunning welcome to the beginning of the work day. I dialed the combination to get the camera out of my locker.
In the school parking lot. Just sitting there lined up as if someone placed them there to slip into.
Purchased in 1977 in New York City at Creative Playthings. Rubbery farm animals. Nice to clutch and carry around when you’re almost two. I bought them for baby Mark who’s 34 now. Maybe the paint is unsafe for the grandchildren, plus they have a hole in their stomach so whatever dirt and mold in the basement the past 20 years is living inside them. I put them in the contractor bag to drag to the curb and I swear the cow’s eyes looked at me. I took them out. Photographed them.
We went to see I am Love ( I don’t recommend even if Tilda Swinton was good) and coming towards us are two beautiful Thai dancers, flowers falling from their hair. Right on Forbes Avenue – Dancing at Bangkok Balcony.
A few years ago I wrote a poem with this title. And after the rainstorm I was stopped on Carson Street, traveling west. Before Station Square. The intersection under the trains. Looked up and saw this unusual sign. Seemed different from regular graffiti. Wondered about the person who got up there and wrote it and for whom did they write this short message? It’s how I feel sometimes, driving around. Trying to remember everything I am supposed to do. Feeling distracted. The retaining wall is dark with rainwater.
It’s been a week for baseball. I was driving from Manchester Craftsmen’s Guild on the North Side where I am editing a video portrait in a cool class. And I saw the lights! Took the Chestnut Street Exit and over the 16th St Bridge and around back to photograph the enticing light. Like Close Encounters of the Third Kind, a magnificent spacecraft landed. The sky aglow. Shot from the car at the red light. At Yankee Stadium in the game today, my cousin Lori threw out the first pitch and served as honorary bat girl for the Yankees.( click link underlined for short video clip of highlights)
Grafenwoehr Germany. Under the kitchen sink! One of my favorite photos of Mark, Matthew and Laura. Everyone laughing, having a good time. (Mark’s own children are about their ages now).How they decided to get in the cupboard I don’t know but looking at this picture always makes me happy. Scanner not working so photographed the photo.
* Title by James W. I asked, “what do you see when you look at this photo? What would you call it?”
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