Oh, if you were listening to venerable-as-hell 97 Rock this morning and suddenly heard The Archies's Sugar, Sugar is was way thanks to Yours Truly.
Frequently a listener, I heard that today was Pay & Play with proceeds benefiting Make-a-Wish Foundation.
So, for $50 (matched by Independent Health) YT and the entire Middling City got to hear Sugar, Sugar (a Perfect jubilant tune along with Cherry, Cherry - must be something to the rreeppeeaatt), way off their well-charted rock classique agenda.
I put in the pledge, gave my cc numbers, and then about an hour later I got a call from thee Larry Norton who said he wanted to put me on the air making my request.
There was much laughter and as we were ending our phonecharityLove I said Aw HONEY HONEY and he made another huge laugh burst.
Afterward, he said to 97 Rockers not to adjust their radios and that the entire staff had not been fired again, it was just a charitable gesture via their pal Nance.

Onwards to create pixels south of the MC.

Charitable Love.

Oh, if you were listening to venerable-as-hell 97 Rock this morning and suddenly heard The Archies's Sugar, Sugar is was way thanks to Yours Truly.
Frequently a listener, I heard that today was Pay & Play with proceeds benefiting Make-a-Wish Foundation.
So, for $50 (matched by Independent Health) YT and the entire Middling City got to hear Sugar, Sugar (a Perfect jubilant tune along with Cherry, Cherry - must be something to the rreeppeeaatt), way off their well-charted rock classique agenda.
I put in the pledge, gave my cc numbers, and then about an hour later I got a call from thee Larry Norton who said he wanted to put me on the air making my request.
There was much laughter and as we were ending our phonecharityLove I said Aw HONEY HONEY and he made another huge laugh burst.
Afterward, he said to 97 Rockers not to adjust their radios and that the entire staff had not been fired again, it was just a charitable gesture via their pal Nance.

Onwards to create pixels south of the MC.

Charitable Love.

This to date is my favoured image that I've made of the Middling City's venerable Albright-Knox Art Gallery, and it's been kicking around the desktop for months.
Heard the name of the artist who made the blueman group blue sculpture along its northern side and it is a lovely addition to the gallery's landscape.
Bought a piece of art from the Members' Gallery and I'll be god-danged if I can get them to return my call to go and cash and carry.

Was just watching a FB pal's vid about the Central Terminal just as Mr. Bojangles - by Neil, via Pandora - began to warble out of the MacB Pro and Yours Truly thought What a peculiar soundtrack to this vid. I just don't get it, kind of sadsack tune, sadsack images of the beat-down CT but still.
And then clarity kicked in.
Had a gig this fine morn and then was asked by another person who hadn't hired me for some emailed images - which were sent off pronto.
And then But there weren't any of so&so, and so&so.
So YT had to reply that the people who'd hired me had very specific needs and those were met with aplomb.
One of those freelancer moments.
Just got back the 4x6s from J&G's wedding this past weekend. Had two of them printed as 8x10s and black & white and they look gorgeous.
Bought a silver frame and will be sending these along.
In addition to the registry's Spode x-l teapot.
My statement I just can't get behind the gravy boat (stated at Justy's roast/stage a few weeks ago) made it to the walls of Boat, the hangout in B'Lyn.
Scrawled by Bartoo.
I couldn't get excited about buying my pals a gravy boat fercrissakes, no matter its dollar amount.
Then I decided I could honour their wish for a very very large (2 quart) teapot as a proponent of caffeine.

Yesterday I was stuck behind a wall of a van on one of the MC's expressways and was treated to this message wiped into the vehicle's dirt.
IM DuKeY MaN.
I liked how this child mixed lower and upper case letters and how he/she spelled dookie. Imparting a certain regality to it.

Regal, fingered Love.

You know how some dogs before they lay down go around and around first.
Well, that's me in my life.
So just said a guy sitting one booth over in famed Middling City diner Amy's Place where Yours Truly is multi-tasking, as usual.
Editing and pixel pushing, sipping coffee, picking tomatoes out of my lunch, and eavesdropping.
This guy just said this to a woman and they are either on a really miserable date, having an informal therapy session, or she is his thesis adviser.
She was also saying things like I can explain this but I need you to say something substantive.
Just made portraits of a man who has a cubicle. One of those archetypal gray cubicles that is not decorated.
Propped up the moment, bounced some nice light and voilà - interesting locale.
More or less.
Then made some more ports outdoors under a ragingly vibrant early autumn sky as only the Middling City can muster.
Marveled at the account of Damien Hirst's Sotheby's auction yesterday, ironically the day a major banking institution hit the skids.
Hirst personifies Audacious. His sales were just over $127Million.

Sharks, diamonds, skulls, flowers, butterflies.
A magical, conjuring Art grab bag of iconography that YT will have to mine oso soon for Creativity's sake.

Grab Love, Bag Love.

If You guess that Rome, some ancient gymnasium of some sort, is the source, the situ of these murals, you would be off by maybe 3K miles for these are to be seen in thee late Ilio DiPaolo's restaurant in Blasdell, New York.
Yours Truly was there during several stops with an Empire State Senator who YT was hired to make images of last Thursday, via a Shiney Apple operation I've worked for before.
So there YT is in Ilio's joint, stopping dead in tracks when I saw the triptych: Ilio taking down a man, perhaps in airplane spin; Ilio looking contemplative, in shorts, and chest hair; and Ilio wrassling another foe to the ground.
I looked at the photographic likeness and then at Ilio's son, Dennis, who was working on setting up some props for the senatorial shoot.
To and fro and YT said, Wow, you look just like your dad.
The Senator, and the Wrestler's son, said NO, Ilio had HUGE hands. Hands like this (as they drew outlines of hands about three inches larger than their own hands).
So there Ilio is, wrestling the years away.
And then, as only sports celebs can, he parlayed that into Business.
Dennis fed me and the rest of the crew some of his wares.
Some of the crew was from the Shiney Apple and they were so digging on the wings put out.
YT corrected them when they said things like I really like Buffalo wings.
We're in Buffalo, I offered helpfully, you can just say wings.

Here is another image from the day's imagistic haul:
Another for the Accidental Frames Series.
It's the Senator.
This one did not get FedEx'd off to the Shiney Apple.



Love of Accidental Zen, and Purposeful.

Justy's wedding to Gretchen was teeming with Nature as they were married outdoors in cutting gardens at Mohonk Mountain House, expansive Victorian hotel/castle built on ledges of large rock formations at jaunty angles.
As is customary, it was an assemblage of old and new friends, and families. Tossed into a social situ. As the MMH is Quaker, no alcoholic bevvies are served upstairs and Yours Truly was scolded for carrying a glass of water into what appeared to be a large and empty dining room. This is a room for reflection and spiritual gatherings, YT was told, and therefore no food or beverages are permitted. Other rooms were alright, as was the veranda, but water is not permitted in that one room.
So YT slunked off with water back to the veranda with one of the Jens.
And yes, oatmeal was served at the breakfast buffet - I'd wondered if it would be as oats has Quaker, usually, written all over it, with graphic of that Santa-looking Quaker.
It was fab to see the Brooklyn/Boat crew all in one spot, as well as Justy's fam members.
Some were on first dates, some were discreetly self-medicating, some were reconnecting, some were casually networking.
Downstairs, in the dining room (obviously not a spot for gathering for spiritual purposes) we were allowed to have adult drinks.
Justy is happy, Gretchen is happy, and hopes that all stays that way for a long time.
These are two images made by YT (Justy wished me to be a guest, and not have to work and I do hope they receive snap-happy images from their hired photog) yesterday, documenting Big Love.

Big Love Love.