Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Well, now, what would you make with a rusted tin can from a desert coulee near the Columbia River, the Christmas 1931 issue of The Household Magazine, addressed to Magnolia Windham of Fort Valley, Georgia (a gift to me from my dearest friend, Gray, who totally "gets" me), and a spiffy pair of red celluloid shoe buttons (these also turned up in a big jar of old buttons Gray gave me; I told you, she "gets" me)? Earrings, that's what. With extra-long gold filled wires and cartoons of pretty little girls modeling the latest fashions. Sweet and edgy, and long enough almost to tickle your shoulders. This is something worthy, good looking and steeped in the value acquired by lasting well past its heyday, an ordinary thing that has become a treasure. Really, there is no such thing as "ordinary" -- it's only an illusion. Things all around us are extraordinary, every day.
Does anyone out there remember the Benday dot? When you look closely at these old images, you will see they are composed of many very small dots, which is how printers got half tones -- gray.
For my beloved friend Gray, who knows we are still a couple of ya-yas and if we were in the same classroom the teacher would make us sit on opposite sides of the room. And I promise I won't make you eat anything with peaches in it, ever.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
The morning view from my studio seemed to promise a rain-free day, which is rare this time of year on the west side of the Cascades. A good day for a hike on Tiger Mountain, even though we won't see snow. The El Nino weather phenomenon has caused the warmest January on record. It kind of put a crimp in the snow shoe opportunities around here.
These are polyphores growing on a mossy alder log. A beauty all its own.