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Life's Pattern

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Purgatory

There has come upon me a moment, somewhat recently, where I am hit with a sense that I have lived through a period of purgatory.   Maybe we all have. All the nails ripped out of whatever was comfortable and consistent in life; changes of circumstances so dramatic it doesn't seem like it is me looking back from the mirror; things going well in a relative sense; things going poorly in a relative sense...

In some obscure sense of self, buried deep below the clutter, change becomes both feared and desired.

a Quiet Moment to start the week

an Abstract

Water, at it's finest

A beautiful little pic to send us into the weekend. jas

a Desert Rose

How the Water Runs in Arizona

Face in the Rock

Dull TV Plots

I do watch some tv, but often just in the background as I'm cleaning or painting. Some shows are good, lately, which is it's own conversation.  What I've noticed recently is the intense recycling of plots. I first noticed it about 5 years ago, when I randomly saw three tv programs in one week that had the exact same love triangle.  Shouldn't there be some sort of plagiarism notification for TV? "This Program was Plagiarized from..."  So we can choose to flip the channel if we aren't interested in seeing the same story, different actors?

Most recent example that caught my attention was the plot of the killer roller derby girls, with a side moral discussion of how they defy cultural conventions, but then murder  for the most base of human emotions (take your pick): jealousy, money, whatever.  I do not know the actual order of program use, but the first time (CSI:Miami) it seemed unique and humorous, and very campy, as one expected from the no-longer-in-existence CSI Miami.  Then it showed up on Bones, Hawai'i 5-O (wtf?) and one other program, I can't remember right now.

Life's Monet

Desert spring landscape

The sad song about blue cheese



The sad story of blue cheese is that it is generally grown in gluten (bread!) so those of us allergic. sniff. Have to let it go or order in special blue cheese. RIP blue cheese. 

a few flowers for Tuesday

Seattle, the land of Marijuana

I really loved Seattle- Chihuly, the space needle, shopping downtown. It's a great city to visit.

However, one down side: the area went from a strict anti-smoking ordinances to anything goes so long as it's marijuana. As a result , I would guess you get exposed to marijuana smoke walking as you innocently walk down the sidewalk maybe... every 20 feet at times? Smoke billowed out of car windows, people stood in little side nooks or openly along the sidewalks toking in groups...  even going up to catch the monorail I had to hold my breath in the stairwell. This is mid-day too... shouldn't we all be able to get along... even if I don't want to smoke-out?

Mad for Chihuly, 3 (last one)

desert colors

Some abstract thoughts

Mad for Chihuly, pt2

 

 

Mad for Chihuly

 

 

I am late to the Chihuly world, but now that I've found it, I am blown away. It was a fabulous experience, seeing his installation pieces. I am in love with the form and magic; that he is  so abstract and in love with nature.

 

It is inspiring, particularly since I'm so tightly controlled with my work right now. Makes me want to return to my wilder work. 

late May Day flower

getting ready for prom, Eureka, NV

 

 

The theme is Paris, obviously! The family of the graduating kids eat dinner with them on prom night, and, then, the parents leave, they clear the dance floor, and Prom in Paris.

 



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