I almost didn't write today. I don't know. Things get weird. For some reason, though, I was thinking about NYC in the '70s, the time I first went there. It was a different place then. Everyone wishes they had gone there now. That is the trouble. We always wish we would have been there. With a camera.
I was.
Then my mother threw away all the photography I did in the '70s.
I feel like that about much now. Why didn't I do more? I was there (wherever) and good (enough at times), so why wasn't I obsessive? That's what it takes, of course, if you want to do anything really well. That's why young work is so much better. You need energy to be obsessive.
That is not my photograph. I don't know whose it is. Can't remember. There was a lot of mid-level street photography in the '70s. Newspapers and magazines love to dig it up now to show those "mean streets." And they were. Those were existentially empty years of little to no aesthetics.
Watch all the John Cassavetes films, the ones he directed. That's what it was like.
It's just so difficult to go to old places now without the Way Back Machine. But that's what cameras are.
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Not that I'm attempting to poke any music bear. Just that music is like - an important thing. And easy to talk about when you are sitting at the table - coming down from a buzz - drinking white wine from a red "Scared Heart University Dad mug. After my several hours with the Boys. Oh the drama on the Lane.
Hey! It is a cold, wet but still resplendly insufferably heartbreakingly gorgeous. The tiger lily leaves are coming up (they will bloom slightly before and especially at - the Fourth of July, of course) but those green green green spikes speckled with the big fat dew drops against the brown/wet dirt. Yum.
I feel like I've typed this for one hundred years....
And I have remarkable rhubarb. Remarkable. I took a camera phone photo of my rhubarb yesterday and posted it on the Insta. It's so pretty.
If you take pictures you get to look at them. It's kinda fun.
I watched the Rock and Roll 2019 Induction last night - well I caught one half on Sunday night and finished last night.
It's a funny thing. That. But I enjoy seeing what goes on - remember I went two years ago? - or whenever Pearl Jam got inducted - and Joan Baez.
That's kind of why it's interesting - it is a bit of a way back machine. I like to feel i make a fool of myself often now as a crazy old lady - so it is fun to watch others all that famous do the same.
And still be adored. :)
We have Tufted Titmice, Cardinals, Wrens, the Juncos are almost all gone - Osprey, Red Tailed Hawks, Turkeys, English Sparrows and all sorts of Sparrows, Blue Jays, Grackles - gray squirrels, chipmonks (who live in my mother's rail road ties - I took a picture of one looking at me today).
Nothing yet unusual. I thought I heard a Baltimore Oriole today - got my orange slices out - they love those - the only thing that will get them to a feeder or a tree nearby. Well they like grape jam too.
It was good talkative pot - White Widow Bubblegum.
Uh. . . dude. . . .
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