Fallen Keys

Simple color, simple walk.
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Read this

If you haven't read This Heated Place: Encounters in the Promised Land, you can still correct that. Lucid, detailed, fascinating, well-written, comprehensive, eye-opening. If you don't get what's going on in Israel or what the Palestinians are on about, here's the ticket.

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the best kind of lacy

parked in a park

and a little while later, Brian there too.

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File me

file me under B for busy

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Spotty

overdid it over the last few days. today I'm just zoinked. slept 16 hours unwakeably.

when awake, the day is largely a write-off. which means the backlog pushes into tomorrow.

complicated by eating comfort foods — the dairy in pesto, thus congesting my COPD-predisposed lungs, and tomato in stew thus exacerbating my joints.

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Basswood Protection

I'm powerless to stop this too. My mom is resolved.

I detest the human habit of getting rid of what lives become inconvenient. The basswood tree has a contract with "a tree surgeon" to be removed.

There goes another memory — 20 summers sitting in its shade with my dad.

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Warmth of Evening Comfort

As dusk falls, cyclists, joggers, lilies, and a lost tennis ball.

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Poets reading in the hay loft

Readings on the Tay with Holly Luhning (who got off somewhere before the pic), Catherine Graham, myself and Susan Gillis (who was about to dash off).

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2 things kinda the same

fitting in is about position, context, not anything intrinsic.

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sunset park

at the Centretown Outdoor Movies Festival

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a toast

from my shade to your shade

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inspiration from this one by Adam

implant

it's always at hand and I won't have to look for it again. plugged into my body's electrical system, it never needs a recharger. hardware upgrades are a real pain tho.

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what mischief

crossed my mind? I don't remember. amazing how far the brain can stray within a 12-second timer.



sitting as the sun goes rosy. new project afoot and tables and windows full of research. a good groove.

but man, do I need a haircut to not look like I should be playing with the Partridge Family Band.

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Who could that be?

Calling on the banana phone? Helllooo?

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floating in a lake of pain

the massage therapy helped me feel more towards human.

I can ignore and screen out a lot until it shuts me down.

pain is just a sensation. nausea is an ornery sensation I can't screen out.

exhaustion and blare blurt of weepy brain is just an impediment that is sporadic.

I become an unreliable narrator of whatever I perceive, can see my own skew darkening. I hate that.

I'm pruned and am done with it now.

My pain threshold is low and dropping innocuous gestures and movements give an inordinate tiredness. there's general fatigue, ache, tenderness and pains taking turns at most of me.

Take that body. I see your pain and raise you 2 tylenol, 1 anti-histamine and 2 bowls of chocolate ice cream.

bother x → ∞.

the lighting symbols have prescience. some of the joint jobbies was barometric pressure drop. bang up lighting storm.


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Set Up for Solar Recharge

First good decision I made today. The start of something good.

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to hold the night

to hold onto this one night, what to hold onto it by and will it hear my lullaby?

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sunset glorious behind my back

day's end. tomorrow is another day and hopefully sleep will heal my wrenched back.

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of the beholder and beheld

The eye is the communicative center of the face, not the mouth. The eyes are the focus of every portrait, even when the eyes are closed.

It is hard to be on both sides of the lens and get crisp focus on not the eye area, not the brow, not the lash, but the iris. And to not have the pupils be in the light and not become pinpricks at the brightness and at the mis-fired shots. And over the months it is getting harder to ignore those eyebrows that want to migrate and cover my eyelid. I want my head hear to grow longer but I didn't mean that head hair.

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Being of my word

Guess I'll have to eat my hat. Which sauce goes best with velvet?

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Spelunking

Looking around. May check for an echo after a bit of a climb.

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Deeply unsatisfied with the comparison between what was in my head vs. what I could make but too crabby now to persist. Programs keep crashing and internet flaking out. And tomorow's another day and concept.

Mending My Ways

Mending, amending and re-mending my ways


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pinned, sewn, photographed, printed, sewn and scanned. And the teeny nearly invisible spot of red on the right index finger is a bead of blood. I managed to stab myself. I considered squeezing some onto the glass for the melodrama but passed on such contrived excitement.

askew and you shall receive

Post-Carravagio, uncertain angel askew in dark room. light sensitivity. I am fungus. I am cave of sporing cotton.

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let's all go down to the river

a visit to Perth, thinking about the sense of depth created by the use of vertical lines and horizontal lines. The docent said that Mondrian's paintings were of landscapes, extending Pissarro's directional blots of color. Huh.

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On the Other Hand

It's grimy too. I spent 4 or 5 hours cleaning the storage locker. Sorting thru stuff that even didn't get unboxed in the last 3 moves.

The floor is now navigable. I look like a miner. I talk and dust comes out.

I have some catching up to do with 365. Photos taken but not processed.

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Staying above water

Eyes on the horizon, despite all the ducks up.

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Life's so bright

You gotta be shades.

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Tired

when the giraffes on your shoulders want a word with the inner cyclops, it's time for another nap.

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Hoboing

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On the bit of railway tracks that I walked as a kid, dreaming of hoboing it to lands far away and never coming back. My hobo stick handkerchief is silk and I'm wearing my Guatemala Stove Project t-shirt. The black of it was sweltering in the heat. Almost too hot to believe. Even almost too hot for make-believe.



Think I'll act like a bald man and wear a hat until my hair grows back.

Carpe Dime

Oh, was that supposed to carpe diem?

But now what do I do with this extra dime on my hands?

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Was going to do the idea with a carp photoshopped as a hat but that would just be overly complex and obscure.

I'm trying a new self-portrait method. Set camera on manual focus and video, then filmed and did a screen capture for a still image. Could take off the residues of the processing but kinda like them as a frame.


Maybe it's better not straight off of the screen? Think it makes a parallel story of making-of which distracts from the simplicity of the image.

Happy BD Canada

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