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Maui, Beach, and Feeling Abstract

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Just writing

Chill air from the AC feels like it is cooling my bones in my bare arms. The odd wavering drone of the long flat ceiling mounted unit above my head can be felt in my head where the pressure from the back of my neck is trying to produce a migraine. The first thing I do on arrival is reach
up and lift the vent to direct more of the air away from my desk. I didn’t move to Hawaii to be cold. Pulling on my hoodie the soft fuzzy interior brushes my arms lightly with a silky softness that doesn’t really match the heavy grey exterior. Staying on track when writing has been a challenge so I have started using the Shut Up and Write group as a place to do writing exercises and practice just writing or specific skills in writing. Some of them I post here, some of them I don’t. My primary goal write now is to write, and when that isn’t happening, to draw. I practice tones, descriptions, PoV, and styles. I practice topics, timing, speed, focus, freeform, and themes.
I get the exercises from writing magazines, talking to writers, reading books about writing or comments from writers, a few came from online. Some are hugely helpful, some just keep me writing. I am once again
building a collection of scenes and moments, thoughts and characters, lines and stories that are swirling in the back of my head trying to become a coherent story. Like Sir Pratchett talked about it is still like standing on a mountain looking across a valley and seeing only the highest peaks as you slowly lower the clouds and reveal more and more spots until the whole valley is cleared and coherent. I have a sense of it but it isn’t clear to my coherent mind yet.
The light in this room is adequate but dimmer than it seems. When you enter from good light you see the off tinted dingy feeling light that lends the old white walls a greater age than they have. Highlights in grey and tan increase this rather than combat the sense of tired efficiency. A quiet competence fills the space but radios and videos play here and there, competing for attention from a group that each has different interest and taste. A mix of rushed immediacy, detail specific, and relaxed tolerance pervades the workspace with a tension born of loose structure blending with OCD details. A need for a constant inflow of cash means an urgency touches everything and errors are a risk so the tolerance may be natural but it is pressed back out of necessity.
Doing more, being more places, being around more people, seeing more things – all of this feeds my writing. When I hide in a hole and see no one I can’t write. Writing for me is visceral in a way that requires experience and sensation. The feel of the sun as I walked down the hill from my car to the office at the garden was a pure experience that inspired a myriad of sensations and thoughts, memories and questions. Watching the people swarm at the intersections in Waikiki with their chattering noise and bright colors like
plumage of birds on display inspires amusement, observation, stories, loneliness, comfort, anxiety, and memories. The birds diving out of the tree for bugs in quick short swoops reminds me of the kittens learning to hunt and the bees moving between flowers. Each thing is a host of trains and streams of consciousness that arise from the scent, the sound, the colors, the pattern, the words, and
the moment.

Harvard University Harvard Art Museums Forbes Pigment Collection

At the Harvard University Harvard Art Museums Forbes Pigment Collection, many of the world’s rarest hues are preserved. Just don’t ask Narayan Khandekar, director of the Straus Center for Conservation and Technical Studies, what his favorite color is.

 

The materials collection, at the Harvard Art Museums in Cambridge, MA, houses thousands of pigments, including some of the world’s rarest. Dragon’s blood, mummy, Indian yellow: these are but a few flashy highlights from the museum’s collection

Edward Forbes began what is known as the Forbes Pigment Collection after acquiring a decayed Renaissance painting in 1899, embarking on a path that shaped art conservation in America. Read about the legacy of the Harvard Art Museums pigment collection via Artnet news: http://hvrd.me/MkIf300QWc8

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When

I miss my mother.

I hear her voice

When I spread a project

When I lose my keys

When my strength needs support

When my floors need cleaning

When the cat jumps on the counter

When the store is crowded

I want to talk to her

When I climb the ruins or the mountain

When I stand alone

When my work is published

When my husband is amazing

When that dress is perfect

When that storm blows in

I want to lay on her bed and talk for hours

When I need to be alone

When I don’t know what to do

When my hairs turn grey

When my vacation was something special

When the world is not my home

When the stories flow

I want to send her pictures

When I walk through the garden

When I travel the world

When my garden actually grows

When my project works

When the museum has a show

When the world is worth showing off

I see her face

When I need her strength

When I need her smile

When my life takes a turn

When my peace is hard to hold

When that bitterness rises

When that joy in life is there

I miss my mother

When I wake up

When I drive

When my day is done

When my friends are hard to find

When that little bit is just not enough

When the table is set

-Bethany Jordan

The Changes a week can make in the Garden.

This is one week. I will have more of after the water receded and everything is cleared up soon. The week shown is from midweek to midweek. It started with great light on new growth and fresh blooms and then we flooded. The river you see is actually the same area shown in the larger image just down and to the right….some distance from the actual stream. After, you see the wildflowers have come out and things are standing back up in stages like the poppies almost back up.

Art Deco Cars!

If you know me at all, you know I love cars, motorcycles, engines, and anything related. I love the feel of a powerful engine, the unique sound of an unusual engine, the special quirks of rare mechanical and the function of a well engineered machine. I love the art, the style, the engineering, the mechanics, and the the dirty details. I work on them, caress them, listen to them, admire them, and covet them. From Ducati to Norton, Bugatti to Edsel I love good design and quality work.

This past week my husband and I, who is a fellow admirer went to the Houston Fine Arts Museum to visit an exhibit of Art Deco cars. These were taken with my Fire phone, not the good camera from work.

Rodeo Houston 2016, March 15

These were taken with my phone not a good camera, but it was a good night at the Rodeo. There were good rides in all the competitions and notable ones in several. One notable ride was notable not for it’s spectacular or brilliant nature but rather for it’s lack thereof. The bull, 3 tries in a row refused to do anything. He just stood there looking around when they opened the gate. The cowboy received a new bull to ride.

Kid rock was entertaining and puts on a fun show. He looks like he is enjoying himself.

Belize City, Belize

This second part of our trip recently was not my favorite stop. We hoped to go snorkeling but weather prevented it and I just did not care for the city that much or the area around it that we visited. Honduras had great warm weather and Cozumel was great once we left the pier area that doesn’t really look as much like you are in Mexico , it is a tourist spot. But there just really wasn’t much of interest here in Belize City for me.

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Klein Private Nurseries part 2

In order to continue this selection of images, I will make a few comments. One of the things I love about his garden and his nurseries is that things mix together and grow as they will not in perfectly coiffed arrangements. The overall result is amazing beautiful, and serene. An amazing private retreat, this is a collection to rival any I have seen. So far we have only looked at the dry nursery and the variety, color, texture, and interest is amazing.

This first agave you see, for example, fades from green on one side to blue on the other all with great form and even markings. Plants that look like they want to eat you rest beside proper little guys with their legs crossed or bright flashy friends nearby IT is a sensory pleasure to wander a private retreat filled with life from around the world.

Klein Nurseries part 1

Several weeks ago, David Klein invited John Fairey and I to visit his garden and nurseries. This is the first set of images from that trip. The man in the picture is John Fairey, founder of Peckerwood Garden and someone I am honored to work with. I learn every day from him about plants, photography, art, and more, he is a pleasure to work with and fascinating to talk to. I hope Mr Klein enjoyed having us as much as we enjoyed being there, his place is amazing and was great fun from getting stuck in the mud to seeing the growing eucalyptus collection, and wandering 2 amazing nurseries.

This set is all from the desert nursery. and I have many more from there. His collection is interesting, entertaining, and how he has built the nurseries was very interesting to me. The plants are all mixed together in a spectacular array of color, line, shape, texture, and height. Extremely rare specimen stand proud or peak out from under something that just appealed to the eye or other senses with its interesting shape, behavior, or coloring.

Thank you David for a great day and for allowing me to photograph your nurseries and show the pictures.