Walking along Farwell Avenue
evidence found
of another’s pause and edit of
what I assume to be
an alcoholic beverage
(I’m thinking
Ann can never get enough olives
in her virgin mary’s)
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| “If photography is about anything it is the deep surprise of living in the ordinary world. By virtue of walking through the fields and streets of this planet, focusing on the small and the unexpected, conferring attention on the helter-skelter juxtapositions of time and space, the photographer reminds us that the actual world is full of surprise, which is precisely that most people, imprisoned in habit and devoted to the familiar, tend to forget.” –John Rosenthal – “Design as Meaning: An Artist’s View of His World and His Art.” |
And: Been away from the computer and the cameras; haven’t added an entry to this blog in almost three weeks. Why not? Well, I’ve been painting walls and laying parquet floors one 3/4″ X 5/16″ oak board at a time. The return to wood, planes, rasps and the Japanese saw was a pleasure which left the body hurting from lack of practice.
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Lovely looking flooring. Makes me want to curl up with a book and some tea. Maybe in a sippy cup. I promise not to spill.
And I won’t leave any olives around either. Those definitely go in the mouth not on the floor.