Next week, they'll start pulling apart our bedroom. I lay on the bed taking pictures of the walls and the ceiling, feeling sad to be losing more of the quirks of our house. But then I looked through the pictures and noticed how worn and dirty and completely in need of repair everything is. Not sad anymore.
Four people in New York, Los Angeles, and Germany. Stopping, noticing, sharing - one photo/four people/every day. (For now we are just three, but hopefully four again soon.)
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Huge Bird of Paradise
I've decided to concentrate more of my entries close to home. I walk our hill several times a day. Every time I walk it feels like a new neighborhood - every time I see something that makes me stop and notice. But usually I have forgotten my camera. No more.
drive without distractions
Thankful this is all that happened when a woman checking her GPS on her cell phone rear ended my husband in his parked postal vehicle.
Out of place
Yesterday I was with a friend
She: a white woman who'd grown up among the Maori of New Zealand
She: a white woman who'd grown up among the Maori of New Zealand
Me: a white man who teaches an ancient Hawaiian tradition
And we came across a wild turkey, digging for grubs and worms
in Battery Park--the very bottom tip of a very urban
New York City
All of us "out of place" in our community
and yet all of us managing to survive
(and perhaps even thrive)
Labels:
Battery Park,
hawaiian,
maori,
misfit,
NYC,
out of place,
real life,
street scene,
turkey
Friday, September 28, 2012
Freeway walker
While I was on the 101 fwy, I saw this woman walking along side; didn't see a broken down car or anything.
The How of It
Art college for the fine artist is all about the why of it - theory and critique. It's all about figuring out why you are making art.
In art college, very little is directed to the how of it. No one taught me how to prepare a canvas or organize a palette of colors. No one showed me how Rembrandt or Rubens painted.
Now, it's time to learn the how.
I'm taking a painting class that is the exact opposite of the painting classes I had in college. This one is all technique and no content. No one here cares why I'm painting; they only care how. A hard mental switch, and a slow process of painting. But I'm happy.
In art college, very little is directed to the how of it. No one taught me how to prepare a canvas or organize a palette of colors. No one showed me how Rembrandt or Rubens painted.
Now, it's time to learn the how.
I'm taking a painting class that is the exact opposite of the painting classes I had in college. This one is all technique and no content. No one here cares why I'm painting; they only care how. A hard mental switch, and a slow process of painting. But I'm happy.
The underdrawing on my carefully prepared wooden panel |
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Lucky Penny
I pick up coins from the ground. Even pennies. I pick them up, put them in my pocket, and feel richer and wiser and luckier.
Every day, when I walk the dog, I see this penny. I want to pick it up and put it in my pocket. But this penny mocks me. When our street was resurfaced, someone placed a penny on the wet tar and pressed it just enough to embed it. It shines and winks at me everyday. "Pick me up. You know you want to."
Every day, when I walk the dog, I see this penny. I want to pick it up and put it in my pocket. But this penny mocks me. When our street was resurfaced, someone placed a penny on the wet tar and pressed it just enough to embed it. It shines and winks at me everyday. "Pick me up. You know you want to."
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Fearless Playing
Today, my violin finally moved from the piano bench where it had been sitting quietly since last Christmas. I dusted it off, tuned it (sort of) and played. I tried to fearless, but I am quite sure it must have sounded something horrid to anyone passing by the open windows. Now it sits on the dining room table. I hope I have a chance to be fearless again tomorrow.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Daily News, 1947
We pulled the cheap 1970's paneling off the wall in the bedroom. Underneath we found more, but this time heavy wood panels. And glued onto that, we found pages from the Daily News, October 31, 1947.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Christmas Violin
Last December I got out my violin (that I hadn't played in 35 years) and did my best to learn the most simple Christmas carols I could find. I promised myself that the following year I would spend some time with my violin and really learn to play something right. So I didn't put it away; I left it sitting on the piano bench (the piano also gets little to no use) thinking that if I saw it sitting there, I would remember my promise to play it. Now, it's almost October. The violin hasn't moved since last Christmas.
I promise that tomorrow I will pick it up and, at the very least, dust it off.
I promise that tomorrow I will pick it up and, at the very least, dust it off.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Space Shuttle over L.A.
The space shuttle was just shuttled over our heads.
In a few weeks it will travel through the streets of L.A.to its final home at the Science Center
near downtown. Would love to see that, but just don't know if I can handle those crowds.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Dumpster Books Redux
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Flower Switch
There are a lot of one-of-a-kind things in our house, repurposed or handmade by a long-ago owner. I love all these quirky things, but over time, one by one, they are disappearing. All the electrical on this wall needs to be replaced, the entire wall ripped out. This light switch cover may be the next disappearing victim. But if I can just grab it before the workers start trashing everything (I've lost so much that way), this little piece will find a new spot somewhere.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Shadows in the Living Room
I don't know where these shadows came from. I've never seen them in my living room before. I hope they come again tomorrow.
flat tire
Was greeted by a flat tire at work today; fortunately I, for some odd reason, had an air compressor in my van and was able to fill the tire up and get to the tire shop before they closed; and..fortunately when I purchased my tire in January,I paid for a warranty which I was able to take advantage of; got a new tire free of charge; sort of; had to pay for labor but the savings of new tire was huge!
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Wet Paint
We spent the day painting a fence that stretches
all the way around the perimeter of a cul-de-sac
that borders our neighborhood park.
Preparation for an upcoming centennial celebration.
It was great to work with our hands
And live UNplugged for a day.
Labels:
city park,
community garden,
NYC,
painting,
real life,
street scene
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Desktop
This is just one pile of many that cover the desktop.
The topmost paper of this pile is dated from January this year (not too bad);
the bottom-most paper is dated 2001.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Working Gloves
We will be working in the garden tomorrow.
When I saw how these were labeled,
I knew they would be perfect
Labels:
community garden,
garden,
gloves NYC,
real life
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Staring out the Window
I see this view every day. It's right outside my front door. But for some reason, as returned home this morning, I sat in my car and just stared.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
Fire in the Hills
This was actually from a few days ago, but I forgot about it until now. There were fires in the neighboring foothills. On that overcast morning, the smoke flowed out from the mountain valleys, and the ranges were seperated in a way that I didn't even know existed.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Sticks & Stones
Attended a birthday party and one of the little favors was a play of "sticks & stones" and in a small glass vase sticks were represented by pretzels and the stones were small chocolate rocks; very creative.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Invitation
The bed is calling me
from across the room
at my writing retreat.
Saying, "Leave the writing until morning.
Come on--you know you really want to sleep."
But I need to resist the urge for a little while longer
and get some writing done.
Sigh.
Labels:
bed,
hotel,
invitation,
resist,
sleep,
urge,
writing,
writing retreat
Friday, September 7, 2012
Another Food Photo
I know, I know, another photo of someones food. But I couldn't resist; the bell pepper was so pretty against the blue cutting board.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
tourists
Lighting is poor but this is a group of tourists (I presume) all taking photos of the fireworks at Disneyland.
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