Happy Birthday J.R.R.!

Happy Birthday J.R.R.!

…the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach. His song in the Tower had been defiance rather than hope; for then he was thinking of himself. Now, for a moment, his own fate, and even his master’s, ceased to trouble him. He crawled back into the brambles and laid himself by Frodo’s side, and putting away all fear he cast himself into a deep untroubled sleep.

~~J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King, Book II, The Land of Shadow.

Happy Birthday J.R.R.!

Tripod Day!

Alas not the Williamstown Tripod but….

Peak Design Travel Tripod, just jetted in from Hong Kong!

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Tripod Day!

It’s the little things…. blogging division

I’ve been blogging since early 2001 but started on Blogger and then moved to WordPress. There are two parts of WordPress, the free hosting on WP dot com and the self-hosted via WP dot org. It’s complicated (not really LOL)

It’s the little things…. blogging division

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Thirteen

I don’t know why we’re alive
or how we stay alive
beyond the plumbing
and electrical explanations
of how the living part works:
blood and fluids flow,
electrical impulses travel,
the stone my toe meets
makes an impact between my ears.
That’s not the whole of it
but more the minimum:
energy imbibed and spent,
galaxies of cells doing things
we’re unable to replicate
in full or otherwise
and yet we try.
We investigate and study and
often, against all odds,
figure it out, or the next bit.
And even though our ability
to scrape up a new life
is that most instinctive,
we learn to cling to that life
to cherish and swaddle it.
But there’s more still,
our ability to create
something new: a story
that inspires or horrifies;
a view, beauty never seen;
a theory, which someone else will
spend a lifetime and prove
surprising even themselves;
a slice of magic – how it all works.

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The Force

What’s happiness? When a totally nerdy, pop-culture iconic movie character says the exact same thing that every freaking thing you’ve ever read or been told by someone speaking to you about writing and art.

There were more than a few times last night that I felt tears well up and that might have been the biggest. I am guilty of reciting the “there is no try” bit. And I’m able to apply that and last night’s messages to more than art-making.

And ain’t that the whole hero’s journey -and the artist’s, to keep going, to learn from everything – success and failure, and to be true to yourself.

Thanks for the reminder. I needed that.

What Day Is It?

For those moments when you just aren’t sure what day and time it is, the clock app on a phone is quite handy. No idea why Albuquerue is in that list of places, but that’s a separate confusion altogether.

what day is it

Clouds and Other Serendipity This Week

A new server at a local restaurant must have decided not to take any chances on any in her care having a messy moment so she plopped down a pile of napkins and these on my table. Since I wasn’t eating with my fingers, these found their way to my pocket and will probably deal with the dilemma of needing clean hands after applying sunblock… yeah first world plein air problems.

During an expedition to the attic for some fans, I spotted these two books and inside one of them was this letter from home.

Seen at work – a very digital switch with some gnarly font explaining that it’s to run the pump.

After a day full of disappointment, a scrap of paper, a little paint and some water gave me a different view. This is drying now before proceeding further. The paper is part of a sheet from a pad of Canson that had a weird imperfection so I ripped it into two pieces to get rid of the weirdness resulting in two odd shaped pieces.