I've been having fun pairing images lately, seeing what sorts of things work well together and create a new, interesting story by putting two or three images together. I like the sorts of things that you wouldn't immediately think of together, and watching a sort of energy emerge. I wonder what story can be told by looking at these pictures?
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Happy Birthday, America!
Unless you live under a rock, you know that the Midwest was hit by tornadic
winds Friday night (sans the tornado) which, predictably, knocked out power for
hundreds of thousands in Ohio alone. When you lose power for days at a time, in
the middle of a heat wave, you have to rethink how you do everything; you have
to slow down. First, you look at the list of things you'd hoped to achieve over the weekend and mentally cross things off. Making pesto with a mortar and pestle seems a bit laborious these days. You gather your flashlights and candles together, you get ice and
empty your refrigerator into a cooler. You make grilled cheese sandwiches on the
stove, which you really shouldn't wait until there's a power outage to do.
Eventually, you throw out a lot of the food you can't eat quickly enough. You take pictures of the neighbors' handsome boy eating peaches. You
fire up the grill, invite a few friends over. You exchange bags of ice, cups of
coffee, and the latest news on which neighborhoods have had power restored.
It's interesting to see how people deal differently with the inconvenience.
With tree limbs, or entire trees, fallen everywhere, the world smells like cut
trees. Some neighbors are quick to offer help. Another neighbor
driving by, amidst the noise of a chainsaw, lowered his window and yelled that
he would be grilling and serving beer all day, so c'mon over. I love this
neighborhood. Rumor has it that there was a line of ninety waiting for coffee at
our local Speedway. Let me repeat that. A line of ninety for Speedway coffee. I
count myself lucky that I have a gas stove and a French press, so I never
reached that panic state.
We had several traffic lights that were out. People tend to be patient
enough to wait their turns early in the morning, but as the day grows hotter
patience wears thin, as do manners.
You learn quickly which stores and restaurants have power. If you don't
hear it from a neighbor, all you need do is drive by. Either there are no cars,
or the parking lot is packed and a line is trailing out the door.
It takes a few days to get into the new pace, which I only managed on the
same night that power was restored. I was enjoying my latest issue of Kinfolk on the porch
with a glass of wine when the electrical world suddenly came back to life. What
do you do next? Put the flashlights and candles back in their cool, dark
drawers, put what remaining food you have back in the refrigerator. And make ice
cubes.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Feist - The Bad in Each Other
Happy weekend, folks!
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Deep Play
I'm not antisocial. Really. But when the guy on the plane next to me wanted to talk about reflexive nouns, I politely smiled and dove into my book, which had nothing at all to do with reflexive nouns. But I have to wonder how Diane Ackerman, who seems capable of drumming up an enthusiastic interest in anything, might feel about reflexive nouns. Would she regard linguistic forms as a kind of deep play? I suppose, in the right hands. For me, photography is my current form of deep play. My projects, which start with a simple idea and grow like weeds over time, are deep play. They say if you find something to do that you love, you'll never work a day in your life. Some people are lucky enough to be fairly happy doing just about anything, but deep play involves the boundaries of time and place. It has specific rules and rituals. It involves getting so entranced in the thing you are doing that the rest of the world falls away.
What do you consider 'deep play'?
Monday, June 4, 2012
My Neighborhood, Clintonville
Okay, I'm back for a bit. I have a project to tell you about. Actually, it's a project that's been brewing for some time without my knowing it. I've been telling you about my neighborhood for some years. It's a special place filled with old houses, two ravines and many parks, interesting people and inspiring shops and businesses. Our monthly Happy Hours have become a place for lively conversation, culinary bravado, a lively variety of adult beverages, much laughter, and many stories.
In my daily travels around the neighborhood, I hear many stories. I want to capture these stories, show off those small businesses that make my life easier, my meals taste better, and my clothes cleaner. I want to champion the people who live and work in my community in their daily vocations and avocations.
This is where you come in. Do you have a favorite dessert or cocktail you're willing to make for me? Do you own a business that's been here a long time, or just opened one here because Clintonville is the perfect place to grow? Are you part of a band? Are you particularly proud of your garden, the coffee you serve, or the flowers you arrange? Or do you know anyone who fits any of these categories? Or any other categories I haven't considered? Help me tell your story. Or pass this along to someone lives in Clintonville that you think should play a part in my project, will you?
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Deb Talan - The Gladdest Thing
I've been busy with a number of projects, but I wanted to share with you this nice, gentle song. Sorry that it isn't a real video, but listen to the words. Be a champion of small things. Happy weekend, folks!
Friday, April 13, 2012
Feist - Train Song
Happy Friday, folks! I've been a little bit obsessed with this song lately, and when I say a little bit, I mean, well, never mind. I just learned Feist is coming to Columbus in May and might just have to go see her. Happy weekend!
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Random
I couldn't resist a walk around the neighborhood this afternoon and thought I'd share a few things I saw. I was delighted to find a few mushroom friends in my very own back yard. Perhaps if a can safely identify them, and identify them as safe, I'll have them for breakfast tomorrow!
Monday, April 2, 2012
Whetstone Park
When you jog the same path over and over, you begin to see things, and become aware of how Mother Nature changes her attire. Tonight I had to go back to not jog, but walk with a camera without my 5K training partner (sorry, Stephanie) to capture some of the things that have captured my attention. It turns out that Whetstone Park is a vertiable gold mine of mushrooms, among other things. I saw mushrooms, deer, reading friends, and other curiosities.
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