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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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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What I miss

I realized today that what I miss when he’s in Denmark (or Bangalore, or Mumbai, or London, or Seoul, or Canberra, or even West Kingston) goes beyond the usual. Beyond the help with dinner, cleaning up, caring for Zoe. It goes beyond the household chores that two people share when they live together. (Although I do miss his help around the house.  Let’s not dilute that message too much.)

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Good weekend. Still cranky. Sigh.

Girls’ weekend went off without a hitch, and was packed with all kinds of good stuff.  I went to a birthday party, took Zozer to a birthday party, hit a housewarming event, visited my Gran in the nursing home and my dad way out in the sticks and the local park.  We got the house cleaned, and a lot of piles put away.  We read some books, and played, and colored.

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Blogblock

Once again, I found myself paragraphs deep into a “poor me” rant.  Good grief.  Even I don’t want to hear that crap.

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