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Husk, 2011
(Wild Cucumber)

Husk, 2011

(Wild Cucumber)

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They are us…, c. 1965

My brother and me (blurry, yet cool)…dressed up for some occasion…found these in a batch of photos from my father’s darkroom, never found the non-blurry shots of us, so I guess these are it.

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The Old Box with Rusty Ring, 5/29/2010
(I love this old box, it’s just so dang beautiful in its special rustic-ness.)
I’m still digging around in this old laptop for pictures to post, so forgive me if I’m posting things I’ve posted before (if you think you’ve seen it in my archive, you probably have)…This old fellow can’t handle processing images, it doesn’t have Photoshop on it (it would implode if I did that to it.) My current laptop friend is still being seen to, an image has been successfully captured this week, and it appears to have everything current on it including a project that I didn’t have completely backed up before the blue-screen-of-death brainfart happened. (I am normally so paranoid about backing up EVERYTHING EVERY DAY, it just slipped by me this time.) The new hard drive is now in hand, I just got it yesterday, it will be installed some time Monday, I might have it back by Tuesday (keeping fingers crossed.)

The Old Box with Rusty Ring, 5/29/2010

(I love this old box, it’s just so dang beautiful in its special rustic-ness.)

I’m still digging around in this old laptop for pictures to post, so forgive me if I’m posting things I’ve posted before (if you think you’ve seen it in my archive, you probably have)…This old fellow can’t handle processing images, it doesn’t have Photoshop on it (it would implode if I did that to it.) My current laptop friend is still being seen to, an image has been successfully captured this week, and it appears to have everything current on it including a project that I didn’t have completely backed up before the blue-screen-of-death brainfart happened. (I am normally so paranoid about backing up EVERYTHING EVERY DAY, it just slipped by me this time.) The new hard drive is now in hand, I just got it yesterday, it will be installed some time Monday, I might have it back by Tuesday (keeping fingers crossed.)

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My thoughts regarding Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut…I’ve been meaning to read this one for a very long time cuz I do love reading Vonnegut for a dose of something different, so I’m just getting around to it…I loved it. No surprise that.
(The first line of first page.) All this happened, more or less.
So it goes. Fatalist, but not defeatist. You have to laugh at yourself or you’d cry your eyes out if you didn’t…am I wrong? 
Vonnegut, what a quirky guy, he was our late end of the 20th Century Mark Twain—the biting humor can make my eyes water—if only I could be so adroit in my observations of the world—I try, really I do. I just love his way of telling it like it is and then going over the edge of reality into aliens and time traveling. Was it all about PSTD—surviving as a POW in Germany during the bombing of Dresden is nightmarish enough—why not?
 Whatever, sometimes a writer has to do what a writer has to do to tell the story, making up shit as we go along, and throw in a few aliens to make a point— 
So it goes—this phrase occurs 106 times (Don’t be silly, I didn’t count them, I discovered that bit ‘o trivial trivia on the internet.) There were times I wanted to run screaming into the night only because he’s right. And it’s because he’s right and has the audacity to bite the reader in the nose one time too many with truths in disguise of fiction that this book is very often “banned” for its being indecent, anti-Christian—irreverent in its relevance, if that makes any sense. Banning books because of their content makes no sense to me whatsoever—(come on, ban one of my books!) Just that it is still considered controversial sings its impertinence to be timeless. Individuals (or groups) who initiate the banning of certain books are insecure in their beliefs and just can’t stand someone else having an opinion that goes against their grain—get a hold of yourself. Please. It’s only a book—a book for goodness sake—not just any book—shhh, listen, hear the words? It’s Slaughterhouse-Five.
 So it goes.

My thoughts regarding Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut…I’ve been meaning to read this one for a very long time cuz I do love reading Vonnegut for a dose of something different, so I’m just getting around to it…I loved it. No surprise that.

(The first line of first page.) All this happened, more or less.

So it goes. Fatalist, but not defeatist. You have to laugh at yourself or you’d cry your eyes out if you didn’t…am I wrong?

Vonnegut, what a quirky guy, he was our late end of the 20th Century Mark Twain—the biting humor can make my eyes water—if only I could be so adroit in my observations of the world—I try, really I do. I just love his way of telling it like it is and then going over the edge of reality into aliens and time traveling. Was it all about PSTD—surviving as a POW in Germany during the bombing of Dresden is nightmarish enough—why not?

 Whatever, sometimes a writer has to do what a writer has to do to tell the story, making up shit as we go along, and throw in a few aliens to make a point—

So it goes—this phrase occurs 106 times (Don’t be silly, I didn’t count them, I discovered that bit ‘o trivial trivia on the internet.) There were times I wanted to run screaming into the night only because he’s right. And it’s because he’s right and has the audacity to bite the reader in the nose one time too many with truths in disguise of fiction that this book is very often “banned” for its being indecent, anti-Christian—irreverent in its relevance, if that makes any sense. Banning books because of their content makes no sense to me whatsoever—(come on, ban one of my books!) Just that it is still considered controversial sings its impertinence to be timeless. Individuals (or groups) who initiate the banning of certain books are insecure in their beliefs and just can’t stand someone else having an opinion that goes against their grain—get a hold of yourself. Please. It’s only a book—a book for goodness sake—not just any book—shhh, listen, hear the words? It’s Slaughterhouse-Five.

 So it goes.

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A Collage, 2011

A Collage, 2011

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Debris, Spring, 2011

Debris, Spring, 2011

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Layers, 2011

Layers, 2011

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Spring, 2011

Spring, 2011

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Rusty Nails, 2010

Rusty Nails, 2010

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The Shed Door, 2011

The Shed Door, 2011