Saturday, January 19, 2008

Above is a holiday image outtake, something that illustrates nicely how digital doesn't quite render reds as well as other colours.
Speaking of images, the image posted on epinw yesterday sped off to a new home via the Trinity silent auction. Not sure for how much, nor to whom, saw it across the very crowded chapel.
Swam through the chapel trying to view most or all of the profferings and was enveloped in some hearty conversations and belly laughs. All whilst drinking the requisite auction glass of wine. From plastic, two-part glasses. Noted that several in attendance lost their bottom halves, their cheapo glasses suddenly transformed into those curious and trendy glasses with cups and stems but without a way to set them down.
Minding my own business actually found myself holding up my placard - 386 - to bid during the live auction, on a joint for a weekend up in Canada. Until both the numbers got too high, and me, Annie, and Heady realized we would rather not vacation a mere twenty mins away from the Middling City. So no more holding up 386 once the price reached an astonishing $425. It went for $450, same as for the Visser't Hooft that appeared on the block.
Afterwards enjoyed a few primo glasses (glass! not two-part!!) of white Bordeaux at Rue Franklin's bar with Heady, enjoying the moments with her and DeeDee, as a nearby table of international students celebrated a birthday and sang their rendition of a birthday ditty, and several other familiars and knowns leaving the dining room.
Today is a sunny day, and it is time to grab the cam and meander the world in search of Perfect pixel alignment.

Aligned Love.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Yours Truly has been up since quite early and has already been treated to hearing three - count 'em - three Billy Joel tunes via public address systems in two different locations. As You know, YT is one Piano Man non-fan.
The last was the Italian Restaurant epic tale of kings and queens never being able to return to somewhere, and the dramatic summer of '75 and the greasers ... rhyming with pieces. Greasers/pieces. I see no kitsch value in that pairing, that so-called rhyme, YT would not even tackle this ditty in a scrumptious karaoke moment.

Or, technically, backwards.
Yesterday YT was minding her own business in Sisters Hospital, post negative-results mammogram, looking forward to seeing that eerie portrait of Saint Elizabeth Seton on that hospital mint green wall, her profile floating in a giant, foaming see of hospital passageway.
In my wishing that I'd a cam to document the portrait in the sea YT rather distractedly pushed through on one of those safety bars that pushes open its attached door, not noting one of those red Alarm Will Be Set Off stickers about five feet away.
So, there YT was trying to push into Building D without purpose, reason, permission and then a big, hair-raising alarm did suddenly begin to screech as I was in Building A or C and was needing to get back to Building B for the proper elevators to let me out of this petri dish, this microcosm.
I stood there momentarily thinking attendants galore would come galloping 'round the corner and YT would casually announce I'd made a wrong turn, that YT was truly sorry to disturb the peace. No one came.
YT walked around the corner. No attendants, no one even in sight.
YT backtracked, found Saint Elizabeth again, gave a quick look, and got the h-e-double-hockey-sticks out of there.
Tonight is the first of a series of art auctions that YT has generously donated a piece to - tonight's piece is Be Good, an appropriate ValDay image of a hand holding forth a scalloped-candy heart.

Scalloped Heart Love.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Utterly minding my own business found myself in a truly, Perfect situ.
Yours Truly was on photo assignment mere moments past dawn this gray and muddled Monday, the light reading five in the evening of any old day. But the slushy flakes falling from above read winter, winter, winter.
Met up with a campus officer to document him placing personal belonging theft warnings upon car windshields parked in several surface lots on the urban campus.
Said officer was in his cruiser, and alongside him was another, newer cruiser with steel crashbars on the front grill. A more serious vehicle, its white and black paint job denoting more grim matters at hand than the former blue and white model.
So YT was behind the two cruisers and YT stepped out of her own non-cruiser ride and up to the officer's window that he rolled down.
May I see your license and registration, YT uttered.
The officer stated This is the first time I've been arrested by a citizen.
YT wanted to correct the officer (but did not want to push my proverbial luck or threaten the good, jocular vibes), but did not.
Rolled on to document his task at hand and then bleary-eyed students sleepwalking to their first early-morn classes this first day back in the saddle again.
Keeping close tabs on the runs for the oval office, today's hot topics are: an ill-advised comment about civil rights, gasoline on fires, past drug use, emotional involvement in issues, touchy and coded stepping-about of racial and sexual matters.
Onwards to edits.

Non-censored, yet edited, Love.