View from the FDR at night.
More Thomas Browne, this time “Of the right and left Hand.”
A beautiful journal by David Kilpatrick.
It’s spring and it’s raining. Everything looks dirty.
I still have Jillian Tamaki’s long ago free wood panel image on my Mac’s (Culatello’s, that is) desktop. I go and look at her work when I am frightened by color… That, for obscure reasons, reminds me of Ruth Gwily too. More lovely work: Of Life and Death.
Mmm, scanwiches.
I’m quite happy with the iphone as camera these days. Since I often still carry or trail the baby and some baby-related equipment when I leave the house (Actually that’s pretty optimistic. In over a year I still haven’t figured out that I am supposed to bring little adorably shaped snack containers, spare diapers, squeaky toys, sundry bottles of water, changes of clothes, and a lot of other things I’m probably forgetting. I get all caught up congratulating myself for remembering my keys and phone, assuming I do.) I just can’t manage my serviceable Nikon any longer, so despite being so ripe they were falling off the picture trees, staining my clothing, and squishing underfoot; pictures were not being taken/picked, taken home and eaten, pickled, or baked into pies. And now they are. I wish they were larger and a fancier format, and hence more printable,01 but mostly I like the limitations. I like the highly specific little apps that generate such a capricious and chronologically identifiable species of image. I like that those apps are so short lived that the quality of the image will tell me as much about my life right now as will the subject.
