An addendum to yesterday's post involving the cherry seeding machine; here are additional acquisitions from the same trip to Pennsylvania: primarily photographs, plus one small book. A fair number of photos of youngsters. I generally base my decisions on quality; whether as a photograph pure and simple (composition, exposure, print quality, etc), or on how interesting… Continue reading Additional acquisitions from PA
A weekend road trip that was intended to be a cabin trip to New Jersey, but it's hunting season and all of our usual cabins were booked— so we went to Pennsylvania in search of antiques and general get-out-of-the-city time. This resulted in some wonderful new acquisitions for The Museum*, the above object being easily… Continue reading Don’t be alarmed, that’s just my mechanical separator.
A chilly scene from a winter cabin The first annual Haunted Cottage Halloween party (observed on All Saints Day) was smashing! A good start to the weekend, to the month. But now Daylight Savings Time has ended; snuck off in the wee hours of the morning like a thief, stealing the early evening’s last hour… Continue reading the stillness of a sunday
Vltava River and the Charles Bridge My wounded wing has regained much of its movement, but it’s been carrying a dull ache the past few days. Could be from the cycling I did earlier in the week (leaning on it), could be barometric. Maybe it’s just the mending process. * * * Had… Continue reading A trip, a map and a flood— all fiction
"this blog used to be a phantom organ i grew for survival during a hard time a few years ago and a constellation grew around it or i fell into its communal chaos, something, but now it's all obscured, dispersed, half-kaput. oh well oh well oh well." —from [a previous incarnation of] Bett's Blog She makes… Continue reading borrowed—
'Nother drawing. These are nighttime shadows—movie-watching shadows. But I'd have liked to've been on a beach. Would like to be on one now, but work.
Strange and endless dreams early this morning—cross-pollination of recent work and a Netflix binge. I was designing an image program / slideshow that was, in its entirety, regarding serial killers— when young, where lived, etc. Gruesome (both the content and the schedule), wake-in-a-sweat stuff. Why must I work in my sleep? Not RESTFUL! Followed by… Continue reading Sleep, memory
January has been a month of much reading. It started out with a lot of watching, but morphed into a tuneless, commercial-free zone of reading. I’ve nearly read this personal finance blog from beginning to (almost) current; and stumbled upon sexpigeon this week, which is hilarious in a quiet, actual person voice kinda way; been… Continue reading Winter pursuits: reading
Zac's contribution to the Museum, an excellent specimen of tintype in a pocket-frame I've been enjoying reading Cloud Atlas, by David Mitchell— "Then he asked, had it not been a seismic shock to be uprooted from Papa Song's and transplanted into Boom-Sook's lab? Didn't I miss the world I had been genomed for? I answered, fabricants… Continue reading Snufkin has broken camp
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