It was a strange night for the sunset. And there was dry lightning as well.
Weird thing in this photo (above)... It looks like there is a car coming the other direction, only I am sure there were no other cars on the road right then... unless it turned down a drive way and I didn't see it?
Whenever I travel I love finding interesting urban magazines. They really can be their own experience, as though you are transported to New York City for a quick walk through SOHO on a nice summer evening. For awhile I was into "Tank" which is a uk mag (tagline: elitism for all)- but reading it online is kind of a chore.
Anyway, found a magazine called "I like my style", a completely user based magazine with... well actually decent style from people all over the world. And normal style too. I mean, you could wear something similar if you were so disposed.
Note that not all people are included in the magazine. I have not seen anyone resembling the grown woman I saw a few month back in the Salt Lake City airport walking around during the day in pajamas. For me, this is a very good edit. Seriously? Not even sweat pants? You do know that pajamas are not lined, and thus... never mind.
A long drive for me on Friday the 13th... I really expect nothing unusual to happen. It's a pretty morning so far; another snow storm expected this afternoon so may have to spend the night in SLC. Other than that, life is what you make of it, eh?
Magic doesn't work in this new place. Native poetry has lost rhythm and rhyme, Familiar food is labeled a curiosity, And hostile stares replace familial love. To be an immigrant Is to be solitary in the midst of millions.
One of the things about baroque art that is a bit interesting is the focus on biblical stories. Artists seem to get fascinated with one, then bring it to life on the canvas. I starting thinking about how this might apply to me- what literature would I feel inspired to do as art. And it turns out, I'm a bit dark. H.P Lovecraft anyone? Edgar Allan Poe? Ambrose Bierce? I think when I finish my current piece, ahoy, let's see what strange imagery we can fall into.
Boy is it ever dry to the bone around here. Normally there is at least a little spring run off, but not this year. It makes the trails dusty, and rather than seeing lizards and snakes and weird bugs and burrowing owls- just jack rabbits.
I take long walks, looking for inspiration. Mostly it's just dry.
I started working a piece that will take me a bit to complete, it's quite a lot more fussy and detailed than the usual. I put together several photos from Lamoille last year to help with the design. It is quite a beautiful canyon.