Saturday, July 30, 2011

Read this

read this

If you haven't read This Heated Place: Encounters in the Promised Land, you can still correct that. Lucid, detailed, fascinating, well-written, comprehensive, eye-opening. If you don't get what's going on in Israel or what the Palestinians are on about, here's the ticket.


Wednesday, July 27, 2011


feeling spotty
overdid it over the last few days. today I'm just zoinked. slept 16 hours unwakeably.

when awake, the day is largely a write-off. which means the backlog pushes into tomorrow.

complicated by eating comfort foods — the dairy in pesto, thus congesting my COPD-predisposed lungs, and tomato in stew thus exacerbating my joints.


Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Basswood Protection

basswood protection

I'm powerless to stop this too. My mom is resolved.

I detest the human habit of getting rid of what lives become inconvenient. The basswood tree has a contract with "a tree surgeon" to be removed.

There goes another memory — 20 summers sitting in its shade with my dad.


Monday, July 25, 2011

Warmth of Evening Comfort


As dusk falls, cyclists, joggers, lilies, and a lost tennis ball.


Sunday, July 24, 2011

Poets reading in the hay loft

poets reading at the Tay

Readings on the Tay with Holly Luhning (who got off somewhere before the pic), Catherine Graham, myself and Susan Gillis (who was about to dash off).


Saturday, July 23, 2011

2 things kinda the same

3 things
fitting in is about position, context, not anything intrinsic.


Friday, July 22, 2011

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


ipod implant

it's always at hand and I won't have to look for it again. plugged into my body's electrical system, it never needs a recharger. hardware upgrades are a real pain tho.


Tuesday, July 19, 2011

what mischief

crossed my mind? I don't remember. amazing how far the brain can stray within a 12-second timer.

what mischief

sitting as the sun goes rosy. new project afoot and tables and windows full of research. a good groove.

but man, do I need a haircut to not look like I should be playing with the Partridge Family Band.


Monday, July 18, 2011

Sunday, July 17, 2011

floating in a lake of pain

floating in a lake of pain
the massage therapy helped me feel more towards human.

I can ignore and screen out a lot until it shuts me down.

pain is just a sensation. nausea is an ornery sensation I can't screen out.

exhaustion and blare blurt of weepy brain is just an impediment that is sporadic.

I become an unreliable narrator of whatever I perceive, can see my own skew darkening. I hate that.

I'm pruned and am done with it now.

My pain threshold is low and dropping innocuous gestures and movements give an inordinate tiredness. there's general fatigue, ache, tenderness and pains taking turns at most of me.

Take that body. I see your pain and raise you 2 tylenol, 1 anti-histamine and 2 bowls of chocolate ice cream.

bother x → ∞.

the lighting symbols have prescience. some of the joint jobbies was barometric pressure drop. bang up lighting storm.


Saturday, July 16, 2011

Set Up for Solar Recharge


First good decision I made today. The start of something good.


Friday, July 15, 2011

to hold the night

to hold the night
to hold onto this one night, what to hold onto it by and will it hear my lullaby?


Thursday, July 14, 2011

sunset glorious behind my back


day's end. tomorrow is another day and hopefully sleep will heal my wrenched back.

326-365 inspired by Jay To The Vee's lens flares

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

of the beholder and beheld

The eye is the communicative center of the face, not the mouth. The eyes are the focus of every portrait, even when the eyes are closed.

It is hard to be on both sides of the lens and get crisp focus on not the eye area, not the brow, not the lash, but the iris. And to not have the pupils be in the light and not become pinpricks at the brightness and at the mis-fired shots. And over the months it is getting harder to ignore those eyebrows that want to migrate and cover my eyelid. I want my head hear to grow longer but I didn't mean that head hair.


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Being of my word

I'll eat my hat

Guess I'll have to eat my hat. Which sauce goes best with velvet?


Monday, July 11, 2011


Looking around. May check for an echo after a bit of a climb.


Deeply unsatisfied with the comparison between what was in my head vs. what I could make but too crabby now to persist. Programs keep crashing and internet flaking out. And tomorow's another day and concept.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Mending My Ways

Mending, amending and re-mending my ways


pinned, sewn, photographed, printed, sewn and scanned. And the teeny nearly invisible spot of red on the right index finger is a bead of blood. I managed to stab myself. I considered squeezing some onto the glass for the melodrama but passed on such contrived excitement.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

askew and you shall receive


Post-Carravagio, uncertain angel askew in dark room. light sensitivity. I am fungus. I am cave of sporing cotton.


Friday, July 8, 2011

let's all go down to the river

down to the river
a visit to Perth, thinking about the sense of depth created by the use of vertical lines and horizontal lines. The docent said that Mondrian's paintings were of landscapes, extending Pissarro's directional blots of color. Huh.


Thursday, July 7, 2011

On the Other Hand

dirty hands

It's grimy too. I spent 4 or 5 hours cleaning the storage locker. Sorting thru stuff that even didn't get unboxed in the last 3 moves.

The floor is now navigable. I look like a miner. I talk and dust comes out.

I have some catching up to do with 365. Photos taken but not processed.


Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Monday, July 4, 2011


Photo on 2011-07-04 at 20.53
when the giraffes on your shoulders want a word with the inner cyclops, it's time for another nap.


Sunday, July 3, 2011




On the bit of railway tracks that I walked as a kid, dreaming of hoboing it to lands far away and never coming back. My hobo stick handkerchief is silk and I'm wearing my Guatemala Stove Project t-shirt. The black of it was sweltering in the heat. Almost too hot to believe. Even almost too hot for make-believe.


Think I'll act like a bald man and wear a hat until my hair grows back.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Carpe Dime

Screen shot
Oh, was that supposed to carpe diem?

But now what do I do with this extra dime on my hands?


Was going to do the idea with a carp photoshopped as a hat but that would just be overly complex and obscure.

I'm trying a new self-portrait method. Set camera on manual focus and video, then filmed and did a screen capture for a still image. Could take off the residues of the processing but kinda like them as a frame.

carpe dime.
Maybe it's better not straight off of the screen? Think it makes a parallel story of making-of which distracts from the simplicity of the image.