Off to school today, no radio, quiet, I’m going out to feed the chickens.
Commentary
This was the original category for journalistic writing for the first of Ginny’s photo classes. I kept it up as a journal while taking some of her other classes. The subheadings were class topics of various other classes I attended. There is quite a span of time when I didn’t add anything here, and most of the photos for her classes were printed—I have piles of them. This category used to be called “Photo Classes” because the posts were more like a journal. I made this category into one of the subheadings under the “Photo Classes” heading. Some of this writing is sickeningly personal and totally not newsworthy.
Beffa Died
A Sort of Eulogy
October 15, 6 days after Beffa died: I opened my half gallon of Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream and thought of Beffa. She used to call or stop by, climb my stairs and knock and send Tippy into a twirl and ask me if I would like to eat some ice cream with her if she brought it over, and she would go to Aldrich’s and get two half gallons, I’d get us bowls and put a little from each flavor. She would tell me I had to keep it so I did. Today I thought of her and I’m sad. I will always think about her and ice cream that I bought at Aldrich’s.
Back to the 50’s we go
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).
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.
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…