So maybe the harsh reaction of yesterday is related to the sickening outrage I feel over the election results, that he who must not be named is now going to be president. It has all been said by people much more eloquent and smart than I, so I won’t try to add anything to the descriptions of the future we are all in for. The fact that the country is going to go back to the 50’s and start all over again to combat racism, sexism, intolerance hate and bigotry (to only mention a few).
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Musical Memorial for Esko
So Saturday night on the way to the memorial for Esko…a great musical tribute with talk about his connection with music and no mushy god stuff…I wish I had known him better, but I think I would have had to have been connected to church stuff more.
At the ferry again
Yesterday I was going to write, all packed for the laundrymat with every shred of clothing I would ever wear packed in my car. Then the call came to go to work because the regular guy was sick and had to leave. Ugh. No writing and no thinking about anything. But I did take some “still lifes” and it does suit the ferry dock after dark, very still life there.
Today
Today I was so relieved to be leaving the house, thinking about the prospect of leaving anyway, but before I did leave I ended up fiddling with the website again. It almost felt like I had no job, was retired and going to a class like the rich people seem to have time to do. Then I would be a brain flash about, oh wait, what day is it, do I have to work at the ferry today, no, it’s my day off, the reason I could be going to the class, leaving the house.
Tiny Flowers
Such tiny flowers I found on the sidewalk. So I had to take a picture of the mother bush.
Spring
Outside my window are some signs of spring. Buds on the tree. Faithfully reappearing every year.
So?
I’m tryin’ to think but nuttin’ happens!
Did I find my identity that I was searching for? Did I make a bold move into the unknown shaking off the heavy coils of the past? Did I refine my style of photography so I know what it is? Did I create the sweater of all time by sewing up my swatches in to one? No. But here is what I did get/do/find/make…
Pandora’s Swatches
So I opened the box today after moving other boxes to the top of the pile in my so called closet. Now the pile of boxes and bags is about 12 feet tall I hope it doesn’t fall on anyone. It looked like someone (that would have been me) had sorted the swatches into a few bags, and then