One day, this photo will be a classic. . . maybe. Not today, but one day. . . maybe. I just don't have much else in the folder right now.
Again, I shouldn't be writing. I should skip the blog. I lay in bed this morning and tried hard to think of something I was looking forward to. Coffee. After that? Um. . . . I lay there a long time, but I couldn't come up with anything else as hard as I tried. It is like that some days.
I thought about getting a video console. Why not? I've never enjoyed video games, but hey, this is a new world. So I went on Amazon. Holy smokes! They are expensive. so that idea went out the window. I ordered a new photo book instead.
I thought about buying a new camera. . . or two. But that would only make me feel worse in the end.
So I ordered new Hanes t-shirts. They will be here today. You can never have too many t-shirts.
I didn't go to my mother's yesterday. I didn't have it in me. I feel bad about that, but the routine is wearing me down. I am not good company now, anyway. I could sink a ship.
I must move and keep moving. I got more granite yesterday and spread it in the driveways. Thirty bags so far, and you can hardly tell. There is much to do around the house, much work that I dread.
I thought about shooting with my Liberator camera. It is complicated and has not been yielding much that I have liked. The thought of working with it. . . well, that is it. It felt like work, and it would likely be unproductive. I'd be better off working around the house.
So, yea, I could come up with nothing other than coffee, and it is almost gone.
And so am I.
ReplyDeleteCorrespondence Report: July 7, 2020
I got up early and read in the sun on the deck in a lounge chair for about two hours. There's a fairly obscure art criticism book I always come back to - "The Dance Over Fire & Water." I don't really know why I like it so much. Faure is a dramatic writer -
“There is no history for a people, as there is no personality for a man, unless he consents to inflict upon the stone, the sound, the word, or the bold adventurous action, the form of that lyric reality which he discovers in the universe.” – Elie Faure, The Dance Over Fire And Water, pg. 1.
I bought it at this funny little old time dusty book store - with T. We stopped there all the time on our adventures out and about. They always have the obscure stuff we are looking for.
Then I cleaned the house.
My Ma - who reads a book every other day was running out of paperbacks - the Salvation Army has opened - 10 people at a time - face mask and social distancing required. So I WENT.
I got her 10 books and found one for the G.B. About a minister who has a young lover suing him for 5 million dollars and was in jail - it had some good reviews - a cool cover - Nick Hornsby and I forget who else were quoted - meaning I really have no idea if it sucks or not. I think I mentioned his father was a minister who left his wife for the woman he was doing marriage counseling for.
I him the book and handed it to him with a "I hope this doesn't offend you ..." He had just finished "Knockemstiff." We smoked a half a joint and kibbitized about the weather, the Covid.
I promised Ma I'd cook something good for dinner. So I decided to try something. I had a flank steak and I marinated it in a mixture of Greek yogurt and a middle eastern spice blend - some fresh garlic and a squeeze of lemon juice. If that didn't tenderize the hell out of that piece of meat. Holy shnikies.
A neighbor had dropped off some freshly dug beets and spinach. So put a little butter in a pan and let the beets cook a little - then added the spinach on top - more garlic a little salt and pepper - let it cook down. I had also roasted some fingerling potatoes.
Ma - I'm feeling like I need to devout more time to her. A friend from when I was involved in Church - one of the most dearest - intelligent - strong women I ever had the honor to know and work with - passed away. She was 89. It was a beautiful story.
She always cooked breakfast for Bill - her husband and constant companion for 68 years - she woke up that morning - asked Bill if he could make them breakfast - He at 92 went to the kitchen - made breakfast - brought it back to the bedroom - and she had quietly slipped away.
They are a rare couple. Each knew exactly what made the other tick - and how to tock when it was worth tocking even if it was a bit bothersome - cause the ticking was sood good and safe and reliable.
I say that in a happy reflective way. Only we didn't have a lifetime of it - but lots of people live more than one good lifetime. Anyway. Right?
Anyway - all the dying made me think about my Ma. How 1 cannot not? She's 89.
Hannah Nickerson is moving to Boston. I don't know if I mentioned it but she is fledging to the Savin Hill village of Boston. With two college roommates. But the big news is she had an interview at Tufts University Medical Hospital - and it looks - well at the risk of jinxing anything. V. Good.
I'm so proud of her. That would be a really great step for her. They have a Nicu there - all the babies that are in bad shape that she works with here on the Cape - get sent to Tufts. One of the nursing units from Tufts is responsible for transporting the babies from here to there.
She seems to have focused in on Postpartum. And the babies especially. Keep your fingers crossed for her. I'm so excited for her. And so v.v. proud. The text she shared about the comments from the Nursing Director were really something.
In between cooking dinner I finally opened Weston's Daybooks. It's been on my shelf for 10 years. I got it at a yard sale. It has some bitten up pages and quite a nice inscription inside - it was a gift. I love that. But yeah. I know surface squat about him. The stunning photos - of peppers and nautilus shells and the nude woman - but nuttin else. The intro makes him out to be quite something. WTF with the taking razors to shit.
ReplyDeleteI think that's all. I hope the noise of my tapping keys wasn't a bother. It's almost TV time.
Oh. One last thing. I thought the photo yesterday had good composition. and Color. That's all.
I've never tried cooking beets in a pan. Do you slice them thin like a potato?
ReplyDeleteGood luck to Hannah, who I never photographed.