When asked to pick the tomato, Trump picked the potato.”It’s red. Potato, tomato, what’s the difference?
Category: Still Life
Halloween Treat
Not big on tricking or treating. Not sure why Halloween became such a bid holiday.
Not for me or Sharon. No candy. No apple dipping. Just a little fun.
Standing Time’s Test
Still alive and cooking. Avoiding boiling water and oil. Having fun. Enjoying life.
Bok Choy
So, last night as I prepared dinner, I noticed how beautiful the Bok Choy looked. Slated for a stir-fry to accompany lamb chops, baked potato, and creamed spinach, I decided to take a picture of it and then cook it.
Alas, I got the shot ready by putting the Bok Choy on a stand and left the kitchen to grab a camera. During the trip, I forgot about the shoot and went on with the rest of the meal prep. Its write-offable as a senior moment or pills + a glass of sparkling wine.
Upon arising this AM, there on the kitchen counter, stood the noble Bok Choy.. Its expression? What happened to the fridge, it asked, throwing up its arms, looking for divine help.
Me? Not a believer in my own prayers helping out. I just looked for someone to blame. May it taste as good tonight with dinner.
Sunday Stroll at Arthur Marshall
So, it’s Sunday and time for a stroll in our swamp at Arthur Marshall – Loxahatchee. Vegetation closing for the winter, slowly.
Hard to slip around unnoticed. Spies hide out in the trees.
Leaf droop, unfit for a king, but good enough for us.
Sentry Duty
Don’t think you are ever alone. Eyes follow you from unexpected places. This one hid in a vegetable basket looking out for a paring knife.
Chanukah Latke Adventure
My Potato Head, Frenchy, Monsieur Pommes Frites, Pomme de Terre Tête controls Hanukah at Duckpond. He supervises the LATKES from start to finish. Then …
So, when I opened the bag of potatoes and he saw potato blight, he went nuts. These potatoes could not be grated. They were soft and mushy. He went nutsy cuckoo.
Off to Publix. With many watching, he wandered into the potato bin and made his selections. He felt them and talked with a few. I had the charge card.
Signed, sealed and delivered. I paid. I carried him. I carried the precious cargo: the potatoes.
What a happy camper. He was ready. Add a menorah, a dreidel, and some chanukah gelt and we were ready. Then he did a “ready for my closeup, Mr. Demille.”
Happy Chanukah.
Van Gogh Sunflowering
He loved to paint. Something moved him. More than creative. Misunderstood. Loved in death. Ignored in life. Lucky for him he had friends who sat for him and plants that grew for him. He painted himself a lot when he couldn’t find sitters. I can relate to that.
Flower Stall
Having flowers around stimulates the creative cords in my brain. How restful and mindful. No time to consider what wasn’t or could have been. Negativity interruptus.
Edward Weston Not
So, as much as I try, I remain a man with a camera. No new ideas for the art. New ideas for me. To the others who want to see pizazz, I say go elsewhere.