Still alive and cooking. Avoiding boiling water and oil. Having fun. Enjoying life.
Category: art
Iguana Prowl
Looks prehistoric. Invasive species. Not a friend of mine or nature. Need a license to shoot them. Not my job. I just walked by.
Democracy 2025
Went to a John Lewis tribute (to honor him) and demo to see what politics are doing in FL. Lots of excited people. Too many of them, but who knows. The more people who know how bereft of morals and kindness the Republicans are, the more democrats there will be.
Notice the woman between the signs and the person in black on the left. Sharon and I.
Lorin Duckman at 78
So, I made it. A year ago, I sat in a hospital bed, didn’t know if it was my birthday or death day. Have regained my spirit, if not my endurance, memory and flexibility. Blood perfect for CLL/lymphoma, but not for humans with good blood. Hard not to reflect on my failed existence. I’ll pass.
Still have Sharon, a few friends and a passion for photographic art.
OBSERVER
You have an ability to fly. Try it. Imagine what you would see. Fly over some plants. Go places you have not been. Learn to look.
Perfect Pour
So, you and I aren’t bartenders whose tip depends on filling the glass, dramatically. She doesn’t use built in measurers or shot glasses. She just pours. Sometimes the martini juice reaches above the rim, held together by capillary action. And, her martinis always come with no fruit, vegetable and only a sniff of vermouth (almost bone dry). But the best thing is that I have to go to the glass for the first sip. The martini is undeliverable. Drink it where you find it.
Entering Metropolis
Once inside, I hope to find myself.
Grounded
So, sometimes creativity rises up and bites your brain. No need to introduce itself; it’s just there. A ginger flower stuck into a bunch of carnations as an after thought. Dwarfed them. On its own, it found a place to show its colors with friends blue and green.
Rewired Brain
The more severe the hit, the longer it takes. Photog, modeling or shooting doesn’t matter. I refocused. But I still cannot avoid the pain, especially when DRUMp goes after a judge, a USDC one for that matter.
Remind me what I did, exactly – Justice and a showing that judges aren’t flower pots or sub human.
Jules Feiffer, Dead at 95
Jules Feiffer died after living for 95 years. He wrote books and screenplays and drew cartoons. His wisdom extended from sex to politics and his reach from a weekly progressive newspaper to the Hollywood screen. https://www.nytimes.com/2025/01/21/arts/jules-feiffer-dead.html
Who knew he wrote a children’s book? I read it. Made no sense and flew in the face of reality for bear lovers. A kid with many friends, one of which is a bear, loses her bear. Her father wants to teach her a lesson, so he won’t help her. Mother offers some not so helpful suggestions. And her sister, who is more mature criticizes her for using nail polish and cajoles her into sacrificing one of her family of friends.
How does it end. Happily. She jumps into bed and voila, “Bearsly” lies under the covers, right where she left him/her.
Now, I am a bear person. Couldn’t live without their love and affection. I always know where they are. Sharon said that during my 17 weeks in the hospital, the hardly slept and crawled around the house looking for me.