Tuesday, July 31, 2007
FLOWERS!!!!
Trumpet flowers in the back yard.
I really love these flowers even though my future back yard is a swamp.
Me and my Gilbert's syndrome are going to dig French drains. A-HA!!!!
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I really love these flowers even though my future back yard is a swamp.
Me and my Gilbert's syndrome are going to dig French drains. A-HA!!!!
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REPAIRO MY CEILING-O!!!!!
Well 150 idiot dollars later my
Ceiling is no longer an attic port hole.
AND I now have a trusty dry wall guy to do things if they need be done.
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Ceiling is no longer an attic port hole.
AND I now have a trusty dry wall guy to do things if they need be done.
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Sunday, July 29, 2007
Homage to Brett Weston
I don't know what happened, but a good portion of my post was chopped off. All (most of) my comments about the Chen Changfen exhibit are not included in the post ...i dunno why. Suffice to say, the inkjets didn't do anything for me.
Today carol and i woke up spectacularly late. We drank tequila together the night before - something that i swear i'll never do again. Tequila, never again. Never.
Then, it was raining; a really thick, heavy rain that came down like shards of glass. I could hear it smashing into the pavement and like electricity it buzzed it's way into my brain amplifying my already spectacularly difficult to handle headache.
Carol made breakfast and i took two excedrin. I couldn't eat. It was only a matter of time, though, before the excedrin would kick in. 45 minutes, i thought to myself. Twenty minutes into it, my head was on the table and i had fallen into a dream. Carol forced me back to the bed. Only twenty minutes left Carol, i swear. I'll only be down for twenty minutes...
... and so i was. 25 minutes later, headache a thing of the past, i was in the shower getting ready for our pre-planned trip to the museum. Carol prepped a picnic and stuffed it in my backpack.
dstely black. Very nice. Another, higher key print, was of a large mist with the wall emerging from either side of it. This pic isn't the exact one, but it's a nice print There were a couple of prints that i could have sworn were over-burned.
It was lucky that i had seen the Chen exhibit first cause i prolly wouldn't have seen much in them otherwise. The Weston prints were beautiful to look at. I walked through the exhibit three times and each time, i had to stop and stare at a new print.
I loved printing BW photographs, i loved processing BW negatives, and i loved exposing BW film. With each print i passed, i remembered a moment of my own - printing the portrait of Holly and her dancer, printing the wasp on the antenae, and on and on ...
Today carol and i woke up spectacularly late. We drank tequila together the night before - something that i swear i'll never do again. Tequila, never again. Never.
Then, it was raining; a really thick, heavy rain that came down like shards of glass. I could hear it smashing into the pavement and like electricity it buzzed it's way into my brain amplifying my already spectacularly difficult to handle headache.
Carol made breakfast and i took two excedrin. I couldn't eat. It was only a matter of time, though, before the excedrin would kick in. 45 minutes, i thought to myself. Twenty minutes into it, my head was on the table and i had fallen into a dream. Carol forced me back to the bed. Only twenty minutes left Carol, i swear. I'll only be down for twenty minutes...
... and so i was. 25 minutes later, headache a thing of the past, i was in the shower getting ready for our pre-planned trip to the museum. Carol prepped a picnic and stuffed it in my backpack.
dstely black. Very nice. Another, higher key print, was of a large mist with the wall emerging from either side of it. This pic isn't the exact one, but it's a nice print There were a couple of prints that i could have sworn were over-burned.
It was lucky that i had seen the Chen exhibit first cause i prolly wouldn't have seen much in them otherwise. The Weston prints were beautiful to look at. I walked through the exhibit three times and each time, i had to stop and stare at a new print.
I loved printing BW photographs, i loved processing BW negatives, and i loved exposing BW film. With each print i passed, i remembered a moment of my own - printing the portrait of Holly and her dancer, printing the wasp on the antenae, and on and on ...
Friday, July 27, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Taking the Edge Off @ Chilis in Terminal A
Here is the first of a long set of images to come from Chicago. Nothing outstanding, i didnt' take the portraits that i had planned and was too bogged down with the kids, family, etc ... to do much of anything.
Going on vacation, If you can call it that, with the kids was harder than I imagined it would be. There was never a time for reflection, for pondering the grandeur of chicago, much less time to finish reading a museum placard. It was seven days of excruciating frustration; seven days of chasing after adolfo; seven days of our normal insane crazy lives spent sleeping it off on an inflatable mattress.
Of course, it was all offset by the selflessness of angela and raul's graciousness. They hosted us better than we could have imagined. There was a Dunkin Donuts two blocks from the house which we enjoyed every day for seven days. Some days we had donuts and coffee; some days it was breakfast sandwiches; other days we had just coffee and made breakfast at raul and angela's.
All in all, I have to admit that I enjoyed being there. For such a long time I hated chicago for what it represented in my relationship between carol and i; for the memories that it held for her, etc...
I tried desperately to not hate it this time around. I tried to imagine living there, but I don't think I could do it.
Chicago has the worst grass - it grows in fine clumps not in a smooth, thick carpet. Chicagoans also do not understand how traffic works or, rather, how to drive when there is congestion. Also, in a related note, they do not seem to grasp the concept of the blind spot - either that or they simply think blind spot is where they are 'supposed' to be when driving in congested traffic. Chicagoans, and Illinois-ans in the surrounding areas, also do not understand how to build a road - they do it in the middle of the day and stop heavy day-time traffic in order to do so. That would seem to suggest to me that they just don't plan these things so well.
The first night was rainy. The lightning was simply incredible, but there was hardly any thunder, which i found odd. Then, the power went out. Luckily, paola needed food so Raul and I were forced to venture onto the wet streets to the nearest grocery store, the first of which was closed due to having to 'reboot' after the power outage. The blocks were dark and, for me, it made the drive towards OSCO vertigous. Yes, I just made up a word, or maybe not...
Going on vacation, If you can call it that, with the kids was harder than I imagined it would be. There was never a time for reflection, for pondering the grandeur of chicago, much less time to finish reading a museum placard. It was seven days of excruciating frustration; seven days of chasing after adolfo; seven days of our normal insane crazy lives spent sleeping it off on an inflatable mattress.
Of course, it was all offset by the selflessness of angela and raul's graciousness. They hosted us better than we could have imagined. There was a Dunkin Donuts two blocks from the house which we enjoyed every day for seven days. Some days we had donuts and coffee; some days it was breakfast sandwiches; other days we had just coffee and made breakfast at raul and angela's.
All in all, I have to admit that I enjoyed being there. For such a long time I hated chicago for what it represented in my relationship between carol and i; for the memories that it held for her, etc...
I tried desperately to not hate it this time around. I tried to imagine living there, but I don't think I could do it.
Chicago has the worst grass - it grows in fine clumps not in a smooth, thick carpet. Chicagoans also do not understand how traffic works or, rather, how to drive when there is congestion. Also, in a related note, they do not seem to grasp the concept of the blind spot - either that or they simply think blind spot is where they are 'supposed' to be when driving in congested traffic. Chicagoans, and Illinois-ans in the surrounding areas, also do not understand how to build a road - they do it in the middle of the day and stop heavy day-time traffic in order to do so. That would seem to suggest to me that they just don't plan these things so well.
The first night was rainy. The lightning was simply incredible, but there was hardly any thunder, which i found odd. Then, the power went out. Luckily, paola needed food so Raul and I were forced to venture onto the wet streets to the nearest grocery store, the first of which was closed due to having to 'reboot' after the power outage. The blocks were dark and, for me, it made the drive towards OSCO vertigous. Yes, I just made up a word, or maybe not...
Waffle House!
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