August 3, 2011
hiding
I used the excuse that I hadn’t brought a lunch to leave work and come home. “Be back later in time to pick up the rental car for my trip to KC!” I said cheerfully, as I breezed out the door.
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August 2, 2011
Silver lining
Today is a momentous day. First, it’s my best friend’s birthday. (O Happy Day, Pookie!) Second, our nation’s political leaders are narrowly averting financial ruin by passing a marginally acceptable debt package that pleases no one and is likely to hurt many. (Way to go, asshats.) Third, this morning, I spotted my first gray hair. And then my second. And then I made myself stop looking.
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August 1, 2011
Normalcy
Fantastic weekend. The sheer mediocrity…plainness…unscheduled except for those mundane tasks of housecleaning, laundry and grocery shopping. It was heaven. It was what I needed to feel like a normal person again. Getting clothes out of a drawer instead of a suitcase, and sitting at my vanity instead of standing at a generic bathroom sink wondering what funky stuff is growing everywhere.
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July 13, 2011
STL – CHI – NYC
So much going on these days, and hardly time to document it all! I’ve been shooting a ton, which makes me happy happy. I am slowly getting over my “it’s not really photography with an iPhone” hang-up, which is another one of my purely self-inflicted notions. I see all the wonderful images continually posted on Instagram, and I consider that photography, so why not my own? Still, clutching the Nikon for three days straight in Arkansas did me a world of good.
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July 6, 2011
And I’m off…
We’re off to Arkansas tomorrow. What’s in Arkansas, you ask? Well, if you’re uptight and snobby and sophisticated, you’ll think nothing but sticks and hicks and ticks. If you’re open to it, though, open to the uniqueness that every new place offers, well, then there’s a whole new world.
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June 26, 2011
A thought
One should run barefoot through the rain regularly as an adult. It is good for the soul.
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June 24, 2011
Bridge
Any time we near a bridge, I feel compelled to pull out my iPhone.
I love architecture. Especially architecture that embraces form WITH function. Lately, this view has gone beyond architecture into the smaller objects that make up our everyday lives.
Utilitarian products and technology aren’t required to be ugly. There’s no law somewhere that says the more useful something is, the uglier it needs to be.
And yet, far too many manufacturers live by that idea. They neglect to consider the necessity of aesthetic design.
Now, ya’all know that I’m a huge fan of Apple. Not to be all fan girl or anything, but there is a company that GETS it. Function AND form. High quality products that work well and look good. Pleasing to the eye. An enhancement to our surroundings even when not in use.
We recently purchased some Motorola radios for the Corvette. They work fine, but man, are they ugly. I look at them and cringe. They’re all bumpy and knobby. They look like giant bugs. Who wants to look at giant, bumpy, ugly bugs?
I’ve been noticing form as it relates to function a lot lately. I recognize the value in objects that look great while they function. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. Shouldn’t we all strive to make our world beautiful, as well as useful?
Yep. All this from an iPhone snap of a bridge. My brain likes to go off on tangents sometimes. A lot of the time. Nearly all the time.
Aren’t bridges beautiful?
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June 22, 2011
Disconnected
Oh poor, neglected blog! Why have I forsaken you?
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June 8, 2011
At the toll plaza
Does it cost more to take a tank on a toll road?!
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May 27, 2011
My muse
It has been far too long since I’ve studied my muse through a lens. Don’t get me wrong…I photograph her nearly every day, at least with the iPhone. I just haven’t been fully engaged lately. (Which ya’all have been reading me whine about.) (I apologize for that. I sincerely do.) Most of my iPhone snaps of her are grab shots around her school. Lots of posed mugs to send to her daddy. She knows the routine now, which is to stand here, here, or here, and smile. It’s not good for either of us, now that I think about it. Completely the wrong way to capture her effervescence. Well, I’m back. I finally feel like me again. At first I could hear the whispers. Then they grew louder. I wandered into the darkroom the other night, loaded images from the Nikon to the iMac from over a month ago, started some music, and took a look.
And just like that: home. My writing came back. My desire to look for images everywhere. My joy.
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