I've gotten so enraptured processing pictures - forgot about baseball game. The above turned up perusing the files. Pretty good but I'm sick and tired of taking pictures of it. It's almost like the play which must not be mentioned. The nomenclature is a figment. It's a geologic feature. (In artillery parlance it'd be Hill 2612.) We honor Laurie Piestewa but, I mean, she was killed in a botched firefight she wasn't trained for. Would they put that on a memorial? Oh, I do need a change of scene.
This one from years ago; springtime gouache. I need to get to the Cascades! I'm hoping to get all together to make move next spring. Give me time to acclimate insofar as I think I'm going to feel very cold there. There are few freezes on the coast but the damp might impact somewhat. I don't know. Sick and tired of Phoenix. If I'm going to be alone and laid back, I'd rather be elsewhere. Can't stand living in a neighborhood all these years and everyone is a stranger. I had so many friends in Portland... guess when one is younger that's easier to do. Here, people don't want to be bothered and people have family who respect and care about each other. Mine don't, so I'm out of here. They never wanted me here in the first place; my parents did. They never were friendly, ever, and looked down their noses.
Odd exchange with a sister on point. Sent her several quality pictures for birthday. Her response? "Did you take these?" She knows nothing about me, could care less and doesn't think me capable of anything like that. Sheesh.
That's how my family was. No inspiration a'tall.
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