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i have been making lots of pictures. but i haven’t felt like (or had the time for) messing with them. my favorites might be the ones from the Swamp on Saturday where i forgot to turn off the macro setting on the camera and shot the distant sunflowers and amazing clouds. i swear i should just work with a point and shoot anyway. i am too befuzzled by mechanical things. then i remembered i now have my own permission to just write without popping an image into my page. oh! what freedom.
this is the day i traditionally do stuff like cut off my hair, make naked self portraits and engage in every selfish activity that i wish. but today was different. no office, but i had to go to take my first medieval art history exam. so i did. then walked home on a beautiful morning. passed a volkswagen camper van that was ready to go and for sale. lust. it was sunflower gold. on my block, heard a funny noise and there is my poet on my Black Belle bike. riding without hands! in his pockets, woolen socks for my gift. wheeeee! we walked downtown for lunch, then home, where i spent the afternoon at the artTable, making nothing worthwhile, mostly now in the trash, but so what. someday i’ll make something real again. we have dined on vegetarian whiteBean chili and birthday cornbread, my cake, loaded with corn, onions, peppers and cheese. such yum. now we shall watch a film on laptop theater. maybe one of the Antonioni’s?
so many things have changed this year. i am older. sillier.
and happier.