ADVICE FOR WHEN YOU TAKE A WALK

June 5, 2008 | Filed Under art, job responsibilities, seen | Leave a Comment 

on a walk

 

post-it note, 3×3″ - pen, highlighter

there is a stretch on durant place where the sidewalk is canopied by a series of low hanging trees that are fully filled out with early summer green.  i’ve gotten into the habit of looking straight up as I walk under them on my way home from the park in the late afternoon or early evening, and it really is a pretty visually interesting experiment.  there are layers of really close leaves with really far away leaves moving behind them… 3D!  and then the huge trees beyond that make the sky look pixelated.  i saw a bird’s nest.  it makes me feel like a camera in a movie.  it also makes me remember how beautiful it is out there.  ((in the world.))

drew this at work, in anticipation of a long walk after work.  now i’m home, and going.

 



TRICKS OF THE LIGHT

April 4, 2008 | Filed Under d'etre, mysterious, seen | Leave a Comment 

yesterday from my car I saw a woman with a billowing gray mustache.  it looked like super mario’s mustache if mario had been a black woman.  then, as i watched, her mustache elongated and sort of wrapped itself around the side of her face and floated off into the sky, dissipating into the ether.  that’s when i realized that she was smoking a cigarette and had been exhaling it through her nose.  oh well!



WEIRD PARADE

March 22, 2008 | Filed Under photo, seen | Leave a Comment 

went to the park this afternoon, saw this:  



Mountain Menagerie: Bound, Shimmy, Slither

July 14, 2006 | Filed Under fantastic weekend, get outta here, photo, seen | Leave a Comment 

For the Fourth of July weekend, a bunch of us drove up to Schmike’s parent’s lakehouse in the mountains. On the way up, we saw a deer bounding across the road and then into a meadow! It was one of those rare moments when, instead of catching a fleeting glimpse of a wild animal, we actually got to watch it for a little while. I mean, it was still pretty fleeting, but it was at least 15 or 20 seconds. It was pretty.Then, about five minutes later, as we were making our way up the mountain, a driver coming hte opposite direction waved at us to stop. He said, “If y’all want to see something reallly cool, stop at the top of this hill and look to your right - there’s a baby black bear climbing a tree right there! But be careful, ’cause you know where there’s a baby…” and we said, in unison, “There’s a Mama!”Sure enough, as we crested the rise, we saw it, right at eye-level. While we were checking it out though, a car full of Uncle-Sam-hat-wearing 4th of July-ers was trying to get by us, and the road was so narrow that we had to just keep on trucking. So in the span of five minutes in the wild country we had seen a deer and a bear. Naturally, my camera was in my bag in the trunk at the time.Once we arrived at the lakehouse, there was much drinking and eating and singing songs and dancing dances and swimming and eating and shooting off of fireworks. I did take a few pictures of these things. Then on the way back, we saw a snake in the road. (camera was in the trunk.)



New Orleans Now

December 2, 2005 | Filed Under fantastic weekend, get outta here, good lord, photo, politics, seen | Leave a Comment 

Dsc00904Since I’ve been in Baton Rouge for over a week now, I figured it would be inexcusable for me to not visit New Orleans at least once. So the other day, I joined my cousin Lance, his wife Erin, and our Aunt Andree on a trip through the city. Lance is a firefighter, and was involved in the rescue efforts after the hurricane, so he was a perfect guide to show us around. He knew a lot about what happened where, and what has been and is being done to recover. We all took a lot of pictures, and I’ll be updating my flickr page with theirs when I get them. So far, you can at least check out my photos.One thing that struck me was the sensation that some areas were not as bad as I thought, even to the point of seeming completely normal, and then other areas were absolutely as bad as you can imagine. Dsc00859The change was often a matter of turning a corner or crossing a block. For example, the French Quarter, fortunately, is on pretty high ground, so those old, dilapidated restaurants, bars, and shops that have been built upon older buildings that were built upon even older buildings are all still standing and functional. The electricity there was restored pretty quickly, and there are street vendors, tourists, and jazz musicians on the corners. The only noticeable change in the Quarter is that it’s less crowded and there were a lot of hurricane katrina t-shirts for sale.The next thing you know, you’re practically in a third world country. As soon as you get out of the Quarter, there’s no electricity, so all the intersections have temporary stop signs set up. There are gigantic piles of trash and rubble lining the streets. Dishwashers, refrigerators, & washers and dryers are lined up, outside, broken. One fridge had a graffiti message spraypainted on the door: “Do Not Open!” There were literally hundreds of abandoned cars, suvs, and trucks. Doors and trunks were wide open and windows were broken. Most of them were covered with a grayish white film leftover from the floodwater.Dsc00873As we drove through the neighborhoods, we kept noticing the brown stain on garages, trees, and sides of houses where the waterline had been. Lance was especially aware of the fact that we were driving in places that were underwater a month and a half ago; he had seen the same neighborhoods from 6 to 10 feet higher in his boat, and he said everything seemed different from the “normal” angle.Dsc00911There are signs everywhere you look, many handmade, for practically any kind of service that people in this situation would need. One said: “Computer flooded? We can retrieve your files.” Another was for restoration of damaged photographs. Lots were advertising “home-gutting” and “de-molding”. It was surreal to know that this is basically the only economy in New Orleans right now.With the exception of the Quarter, just about all the “standard” businesses are closed, but we did find some nice suprises. Lance and Erin’s favorite hole-in-the-wall Italian joint was up and running, so we had a great lunch, and there were some entrepreneurial-minded folks who had bare bones tent shops: like the barber cutting hair in a closed Shell station parking lot. Those people are mainly catering to FEMA and Red Cross employees, though. Other than relief workers, there are not many people around; it really feels like a ghost town, especially in the neighborhoods, where block after block is basically uninhabitable.Now that the water is gone, there’s a sense that the urgency and the emergency is over. But it’s painfully obvious when you walk or drive around that the job of making New Orleans liveable, much less a nice place to be, is going to take a long, long, long-ass time. here’s the link to the flickr jive.Dsc00914