Our house was built in 1929. This is our old-fashioned front door. When I was a kid I wanted to live in a house that was surrounded by a moat. The idea still kind of appeals to me.
Jim's birthday is Tuesday. That got me to thinking about how birthdays are a threshold into a new year that may be filled with mysteries and surprises, and that got me to thinking about the symbolism of doorways in general. Now I'm looking around for interesting doors to photograph.
I took this photo in Montreal when we were there back in September. I have no idea what message the artist was trying to convey but I like it simply because it's so colorful. Looks like maybe God and the devil are playing "rock, paper, scissors".
Jim and I don't celebrate the holidays in traditional ways. Yesterday I worked in the studio and finished this painting. For dinner we had Chinese stir-fry, then watched "Cabaret" for probably the sixth time. I still think it's the finest movie ever made. This was the best Christmas I've had in years.
A couple of weeks ago Jim and I watched a documentary on Bear Bryant. Considering that I'm not much of a football fan I found it very interesting. I do remember being quite awed by the Bear every time I saw him on campus when I attended the U of A. One day I saw him coming toward me on the sidewalk and I stepped off into the gutter to let him walk by. It was raining. He never even looked at me as I stood there with water flowing around my ankles. Anyway, Bryant is such a legend in this state that I expected some kind of grandiose monument to him. I was surprised to find this discreet and modest marker. The only remarkable thing about his grave is that people put pennies on it. Is that sort of like tossing coins into a wishing well?
We went to an opening tonight for the one and only Nall--Alabama's most famous and infamous artist. I had heard lots of stories about his outrageous behavior but he was quite charming to me. Nall is the one in the hat. I have no idea who the other guy is.
There's this enormous, beautiful house near us. Very tasteful and elegant. Really spectacular. And it has a life-sized bronze pig in the yard. I just know there must be a story there. Maybe they made their fortune from pig products and they are showing their appreciation.
Here's another of my childhood fantasies--Quinlan Castle, As a kid I wanted to live there. What imaginative kid wouldn't? My mother told me that only "bad people" lived inside--which, of course, made it seem even more exotic to me. Quinlan Castle has a rocky and checkered past but I'm so glad the city hasn't torn it down. I love the place and I still smile every time I pass by.
Beauty and her brother, Beast, live just down the street from us. Whenever Jim and I walk by their house Beauty runs as fast as her short little Corgi legs will carry her and then flops down on her back so I can rub her belly. I love this ritual. Beauty obviously does, too. See the smile on her face?
Jim and Emmy enjoyed watching the Iron Bowl last night. Em is an Alabama fan but Jim doesn't like Nick Saban. Still, they thought it was an exciting game.
I feel so fortunate to live within walking distance of Continental Bakery. I love to go in there just to look around and smell the wonderful aromas. Sometimes I even buy stuff. A couple of my favorites are the wild yeast sourdough and the crawfish pie.
This is a close-up of the table top in my studio. I love the energy of the splashes and splotches and squiggles. I think maybe I've been wasting my time working so hard to get my paintings just right. Maybe I should just start flinging paint around and see what happens.
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I found this stand of mushrooms in my yard. It was the warm, rich colors that first caught my attention but when I got closer I discovered that some of them had faces. I particularly love the one in the top left corner. I think of them as little mushroom elves.
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Last Sunday, even though I wasn't feeling well, I took some great photos of the Day of the Dead festival site but by evening I was too sick to actually attend the festivities or to post the photos. Now I'm feeling much better but the photos are no longer timely. Still, they are so bizarre and colorful that I felt compelled to post at least one anyway. It was hard to choose just one.
Click on image to enlarge. This photo is the result of more late night wandering around, looking at ordinary objects through the lens of my camera. Everything just seems more interesting to me after midnight. Have I mentioned that before?
Click on image to enlarge. Today I photographed a couple of my latest paintings. This one is 12x9, mixed media on gallery wrapped canvas. I'm trying to paint messier, which is hard for me since I'm kind of a control freak.
I was wandering around the house late last night. I do that a lot. Sundenly the toaster seemed really interesting to me. Seems like everything takes on new life late at night.
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My neighbor has such a huge yard that it's almost like living across the street from a park. I am immensely grateful to be surrounded by so much green.
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Yesterday I went to a friend's wedding in rural Alabama. It was one of the neatest, sweetest weddings I've ever attended. I took several photos but I wasn't happy with the way any of them turned out--except for the donkey. His name is Jack. I don't think Jack liked being all dressed up for the festivities. But maybe he did. With donkeys it's hard to tell.