Where There Is Light
The Dwayne
Words
The JK Challenge
Whoa!!!!!!!!
Americana
Be It Ever So Humble
Trees In Winter
A Rose By Any Other Name
….. Or is it?
A Frosty Morning On The Course
At The Beach – Pescadero 2011
A Wintery Mix of Sky
At The Mall
Paint Strips
Shadow Print
A Tyson Day
KC Toys
J
BlueGirl
Big Sky
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The Perfect Guest
KC the Cocker Spaniel – She’s a wonderful companion. And a great road-tripper.
Intermission
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Kalypso!
A Wimpy Sort of Snow
Our first ‘significant’ snow yesterday afternoon was more a form of
traffic torture than anything else but this morning on my drive from
Reston to Lorton to check in with my orthopedist I noticed that we had
been left with a fine blanket of white in all the right places – not
on the roads and sidewalks.
down RT 123 I passed great shot after great shot because I had
forgotten about the appointment and subsequently was running behind
schedule. I had dashed out of the house at what I thought was the last
minute unshowered, barely dressed, brace on top of jeans and wallet
left behind. So the shots had to be passed over. The irony of all this mad rushing was I arrived 20 minutes early and
the doctor arrived 20 minutes late. I decided not to apologize for bad
breath. On the way home I turned into Burke Lake Park in search of something
that had not already been burned off. I found this tree. An hour
earlier I’d had literally thousands of these to choose from. But then,
I only needed one. I liked this one. It’s not quite as majestic in
this image as it was to my eye but it’s still quite noble. Don’t know
what type if tree it is. Don’t know it’s story. Don’t know how many
people it’s seen come by over the course of its life, snapping
pictures, carving epitaphs, climbing on its limbs. I just know it was
there to pose for my iPhone this morning. I may go back for another visit one day. But if I don’t the tree will
still have thousands of other humans to choose from.
Happy New Years Day!
If the greeting sounds a little off key it’s only because I’d like you
to know that I made it through the night. There were New Years Eves in
past when the possibility of that occurring was at least questionable.
And even then when the coin tumbled in my favor there was much doubt –
on my part – if it was a good thing or not.
It serves to keep Dick Clark and his surgical team employed, is one of
the brighter days of the year for brewers and distillers, and, even
though our Chinese cousins can’t quite seem to get the date right, it
has near universal appeal. But personally I can only remember a few of
these occasions and if I can’t remember something, how damned
important could it have been? I’m not going to follow that thought too far because there are not a
lot of things that I remember and that points to a lack of engagement
I’d rather not examine here. That’s reserved for those medical types
whose malpractice insurance premiums I’ve been subsidizing over the
years – so far as I can remember anyway. For now I’ll just accept the arrival if another January moment and see
where it takes me. Create some new memories and hope to hang onto a
few of them for a while. It’s OK I guess to take the time to mark the arrival of these annual
milestones but it’s only really worthwhile if they are turned into
experiences of import: remembrances that fuel my curiosity for and
interest in continuing the journey. So far; so good. Happy New Year! I hope to see you somewhere along the trail.
Bust!
Last Night
Attended this one-woman play at the Studio Theater in Washington written by and starring Lauren Weedman. Amazing performance addressing the woes of women in jail – In this case the LA County Jail – and societies (mostly) misguided attempts to deal with that.
I lost track of the number of characters Weedman included in this show – all played by her. But they ran the stereotypical gamut from the bleeding heart social worker and the egomaniacal warden to the recidivist prostitute battling with a life of non-existent self-esteem. Weedman moves from one character to the next seamlessly and in such rapid fire form that it’s hard to catch the transition in some cases, not just between two different characters but sometimes three and four. But she never missed a beat. Managing somehow to provide distinct personalities, facial expressions, accents and body language and stories for each and every one of them. How she accomplished this I have no idea. My job was to be entertained by the performance and Weedman made that easy, pleasurable and thoroughly satisfying.
This is ninety minutes that really, really needs to be preserved in some manner because the only bad thing I can say about it is I saw the last performance. This is the sort of show that given the right actor could last forever. But I doubt anyone could do this freshly for long – it’s just too demanding. Would make for a wonderful satirical vehicle though to test the comic mettle of many an aspiring actor.
A TED performance on steroids. It has played around the country. If you’re ever anywhere it might show up again, go see it!
A short: http://youtu.be/zs6f72PEH0A
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