No man is an island. Ha! I missed the better shot. You don’t go back. That is an unfortunate rule. Like time, the trip is one way. I saw a house on the island. You can too. But very dimly/poorly as opposed to the home I saw as I passed initially. There is no access except over water. No bridge or path. Nice! It’s appealing in ways and probably loses its charm once you’ve done it more than a few times. I wonder how they got the building material over – slowly. And what about fuel and power? Hmmm? Great idea, lot of work.
That rebozo? I didn’t want to let it go and get mailed without one more photo session. So!? You can never find or corral Elle. So, she’s not pictured. But like baby pictures, I posed each of the other six cats on the cloth. Three of the six yawned. I did not intend to get or expect them to yawn on cue.
I admit that I roused four from a sound nap to pose for me. Patch and Willow were curious. They were awaiting me to feed them. Hence, curiosity, but no posing. Nope. Feed me! Ray did not yawn. He was so sleepy, he just continued to snooze after I put him down. Now, I’m ready to go postal and get this rebozo on it’s journey.
Look! Guess who’s awake? Notice: no one’s gonna be sleeping around this house any more. Let the night games begin…. Born, January 20, 2019 at 11:11
PM. Name not official but, Lisa Lila. Junior! Numerology: 1/20 11:10 2019 is 120 120 201 = 9. I was hoping for 1/21 and it would be 121 spelled backwards. But 1/20 at 11:10 is a fine set of numbers.
Now, for a nickname. Born by the light of the super blood wolf moon. Hmmmm? Jr? Moon? Lila? Working on it. I have to say mom looks very much like grandma in this pic. And the kid looks very much like her mom. It’s complicated since the nouns and pronouns can mean or be confusing with or without context. Obtuse?Hey! It’s the middle of the night around here. Why does labor always seem to start in the middle of the night? And end that way too? All in all, it was a very smooth delivery. I didn’t feel a thing. And, I slept like a baby when the moment arrived. Ah! But, this ain’t about me. Goodnight Moon.
Seventeen feet long. Yes. It’s something that took Colleen some time to weave. It’s a Mexican term for a baby wrap. You wrap yourself up in this cloth and carry a baby comfortably around without the encumbrance of maneuvering a stroller in a crowd. I never heard the term or even knew about them when my kids grew up. It’s a simple concept. Now to find a model for the finished product. (No cats were harmed in the photography of these cats.) I grabbed Feather. She’s the most mellow because she has had all manner of issues that require her to submit to treatment. I have to give her pills. I pry her mouth open and drop them in. We have an understanding. She might spit the pill out. But she doesn’t bite me. Ok! We did it! Her modeling session lasted about six frames. A second after this pic Feather leaped to freedom.
A couple days later we needed another model for cousins who came to visit. Ray! He lasted about 4 shots. Of course, the rebozo is heading to Jules. She’s due in about a week or so. Let’s hope her daughter is more compliant. A determined cat can leap out any time.
Ooops! This has been an exciting day. And of course, I’ve been distracted. We were informed that Jules is about to deliver a brand new baby girl. Wow! And, more wow! Ok, this is my first official grandpa experience. So far it’s been very smooth – for me. Jules stopped working yesterday. Yes, really, literally. So the next day… yup. She’s been very comfortable. Ah! Great drugs. And now the waiting. Why is it always that they have labor at night and continue indefinitely ever after? Funny, Jeff took a picture of the NY Times headline – on the day you were born. Oh boy. Soon.
Oh! This is a rebozo. It’s a baby wrap. You wrap and carry the new baby. Convenient. No model for this finished product. So, the closest cat modelled – Feather. She lasted about ten seconds and then leapt for safety. It’s Nutley who’s snuggled up to the seventeen foot cloth Colleen wove with love. Yup, this baby will be well loved all around.
Grandma Moses. Anna Mary Robertson Moses (September 7, 1860 – December 13, 1961), known by her nickname Grandma Moses, was an American folk artist. She began painting in earnest at the age of 78 and is often cited as an example of an individual who successfully began a career in the arts at an advanced age.
I am okay. But the painting is pretty primitive. Is that fair? Maybe childish? Juvenile? Here’s my point. Look at the eyes. They are just painted dots. Dots. Not even an attempt at making them symmetric. I was kind of shocked. Because you start when you are old, it gives you a free pass on technique? I guess, I should get out my paint again. I did some mickey mouse watercolor work last year. I dispatched the efforts to the junk pile. Right place, right time, favorable critics – timing is everything.
Winslow Homer. There was an exhibition of his interaction with photography in the mid 1800’s. Mathew Brady took a picture, yes with a real camera and film, of Abraham Lincoln. And Homer adapted the image in his illustration of Lincoln. He embellished – he added a presidential background. And he did cosmetic surgery worthy of any Photoshop tech today. Homer filled in the hollow cheeks and sized Lincoln’s ears downward. It made for a much better illustration. It was circulated around the time of Lincoln’s inauguration. Did Lincoln mind? We have other presidents who are vain. I can think of one off the top of my head.
Bookstores! Who goes any more? I found myself at the checkout and perused the magazines and books. Needless to say, our fearless leader has hogged the spotlight. That must be such an ego trip! WTF. Maybe. Maybe not?
I didn’t bother to look in Stormy’s book. I doubt she would have put in any gratuitous porn. Bah! It’s quite a line-up. Everybody’s making hay off our dear president. He’s good for the bottom line and profits for so many authors. How can we not love the bastard? It won’t stop when he’s gone either?
It was explained to me. This little box is used to collect marbles. Each voter in the room is given a white and black marble. The box is passed around and each person drops either a white or black marble into the hole. The box is opened (slide) and if there is one black marble the issue/vote fails to pass. Blackballed! Who knew?
I got a new camera (last September)– Sony RX100VI. It’s touted as the best travel camera. It’s been raved over as a dive camera for years. I succumbed to the hype. I have buyer’s remorse. It’s good! But the Canon G7X is good too. And it cost a lot less. The Canon G7 Mark II is probably good too. I did need a new camera. Ha! I’ve got a case of camera envy. Actually, I justify the acquisition in the name of protecting and preserving the G7X. My dive housing is dedicated and if the G7X goes, then there will be a very expensive dive housing sitting without a place to go. Yeah! That does seal the argument?? The Sony is good. I’m just putting it through rigorous field tests. It’s good. I miss the G7X already. I’ll transition and everything will be okay. It happened with my Canon G12. That was a sweet camera until the G7X. And my Canon S100? What about the trusty Nikon D610? Ok, ok, don’t laugh. I’ve got cameras like… ladies have shoes (some not all). I have some test images. There are limitations in focusing and speed and … overall, the camera does well. It and I are still getting to know each other. There are advantages over an iPhone… and not. Mostly I’m a camera guy. I want to take a picture with a real camera and control certain elements that the iPhone doesn’t allow. Remember, I like to make the rules … not be ruled. Judge from the samples. I need a haircut.
Follow-up: Since there is considerable delay in my posts lately, it’s been two trips since I got the RX100. I have not shot a frame from the G7X. There are limitations. Focusing, touted as excellent, has been a problem with the RX100. Like anything else, you work with the limitations and adapt to the quirks. Looking back, the RX100 is easily an all in one travel camera for compact size and convenience. I still think and visualize faster than the camera can respond. And, I still see lots of pictures that the camera was not quick enough to respond to capture the image I saw.