Yes my friends, the fishing has been very very good.
What song is stuck in your head this week?
For me it's... Theologians - Wilco
Waitress in the Sky - The Replacemets
A moment to congratulate two of my friends on their recent wedding.
May you both be happy together and live long and prosperous lives.
I was at a class this week. The sensei was discussing a particular set of moves related to pressure points. He demonstrated it to the class with flawless, fluid motion. We practiced it a bit. I noticed that once you did the technique correctly, you became happy. I think that happiness is something that when practiced... becomes as reflexed a reaction as that shown by the sensei. It's just a matter of repetition of the moves that result in the reaction. Happiness, like martial arts, requires practice. Once the flow starts happening, the happiness rises to the top.
It's time to make some music.
Dollars for Dotty. Give if you can. It's a good cause.
I think we're living in a time where people are looking for good things to talk about. We in the US have been pounded by a constant barrage of bad news. Economy, wars, corruption and constant stream of negativity. When a story comes along that brightens the day of the masses... it it is greeted with open arms. A light shines through the darkness.
Light finds it's own path. Often times it can be directed in different directions with mirrors. The person in a funhouse doesn't really care who placed them there.... just as long as the person can feel the distraction of momentary happiness. When you step outside of the carnival, you feel better about life. Walking away from pleasure doesn't dim the light. The spark of memory ignites the light.
Carnivals are fun places. Sometimes we feel the games might be rigged... but yet we still happily go... year after year.
Truth is much like this light. I find much peace in it.
I like my rooms illuminated.
Original print. Neato.
Later this week I'll be posting the complete story of Vivian Maier and how her work came to the public eye.
And now back to your regularly scheduled photos.
Leroy Neiman. Painting in the woods. Original photo given to me by a friend.
(Thanks Mr. Sycamore)
I missed out on the whole marbles craze. A few years before my time.