[aw, there I go again; too much radio during mornings’ watercolors]
All the while life, punctuated by rain [not shown] goes on despite
nearly losing the barbecue’s burning coals to unexpected winds from the south
which blew deluges through during dinnertime. Not to mention the next morning.
As Kirk Robertson said re Nevada Weather; “if you don’t like it/look out the other window”.
Or stay inside and peruse Geoff Dyer’s “The Street Philosophy of Gary Winogrand”*.
Saturday brought more rain, a wet trip to Planet X Pottery’s
Memorial Day Weekend X-travaganza wherein I
saw old friends and came away
with another four beautifully unnecessary bowls.
As usual.
Clearing
brought Magpies raucousing out from their chaotic nests
to raucously try out their initially tailless birdness in
perfect weather for that and
for May’s moon to come up, fullishly.
*[ An engaging book, full of detours and surprises, wherein Mr. Dyer accompanies 100 eclectically selected Winogrand images with a wide range of essays, riffs, digressions, dissections, critiques and in this instance [1969, Copenhagen], bypassing the obvious, an erudite meditation on Kirk Varnedoe’s arguments** concerning the origins of impressionism’s ‘visual protocol’.]
**Kirk Varnedoe, “A Fine Disregard: What Makes Modern Art Modern” [London, Thames and Hudson, 1990]
Stunning photos!
Beautiful bowls are never ” unnessasary”. And the skies are endlessly beautiful and nessessary
S.
…and nessessairily so…
I’m glad those South winds fooling around with the coals were accompanied by a deluge!
I know exactly what part of the Tacoma that is, but the unfamiliar might see it as something unknown and organic, rather like that low-ish sprawling cloud a bit later on. I’m expecting visitors you know later today.
Oddly I don’t think we have magpies out here. Crows, but not magpies.
Strange to say no Tacomas were harmed [unlike certain Spelling, as noted by SH, that visitor I may know, perhaps?] in the making of this blog…an aging Tundra, maybe.
We love our magpies; third year in a row they’ve chosen to begin their lives around the upper well. Very exuberant corvids.
well, she looks beautifully Danish
I agree with Stephen
Those were really beautiful bowls and I could need them too. Loved the photos with the piercing light and grey clouds….the after rain light.