hardly worth mentioning

two things grossed me out today. well, one gross and one odd enough. Odd is usually good in my book, so I'll start there. latest issue of STEP magazine (graphic design) lists downright weird museums. museums of toilets (i'm not kidding), museums of toilet paper (no relation to the toilet museum) and a museum of human hair. yes, (slowly) a museum of human hair boasting more than 2,500 artifacts made of hair. what this really did was make me feel OK about the growing collections of stuff that is seeming to grow in my studio/space. I can't seem to throw much away because when I look at it, I don't see what it is, but what it can be. you know what they say: one man's trash...

gross is the man who makes (i'm so sorry to even say this) vomit paintings. yes, you read right. he ingests food coloring, vomits it back up, ON COMMAND, onto canvases. smears it around with his hands and voila: there is "art". OK, unfair of me to put "art" in "quotes", but really, is he serious or is he making a statement about ART? the absolute worst part of this bizarre item is that I saw it on TV. meaning, his fire is being fueled to continue. hmmm, lemme' see, poverty, crime, injustice, all needing IMMEDIATE ATTENTION, or, no, wait, I know, lets put the vomit painting man on TV!
jerks.
[ t ]

Write something, they say

I had an assignment of sorts at scrapsahoy.com to write an essay. Well, an article really, on photography "tips". So I sat down and wrote. And wrote. And wrote. Found that writing, even the most how-to'ish type thing, can be very theraputic. Brings stuff into focus, sorts it out without you even know its going on. Sort of a win-win situation. Maybe I help someone and in the process, I help me. I got to remember what I didn't know I had forgotten and in the remembering, realized I hadn't forgotten after all (?!). KWIM? Life is like that. Its all there, tucked inside, waiting to be recalled. And this is why I scrapbook. Someday I'll need help remembering what I thought I forgot and in my pages and journals and albums I'll see it and remember.
[ t ]

Indy cooling off in the 90+ heat on the lake.

First camp trip of the season. Love this pic of all the most important people in my world.

Fish Lake

A few pics below from yesterday's daytrip to go fishin' at the appropriately named Fish Lake (where, for some reason there were no fish...) Here Indy enjoys a chip in the wind on the dock.