We had torrential rains, followed by two or three gusty days that swept everything clean, and now the light here is like honey, or like gems scattered carelessly in the street. Everything is hushed, and time itself seems to have paused to breathe.
Anthony was amazed when he looked out the window and observed...........
Finish the caption and reveal what Anthony sees by November 10 (let me know here in the comments when you've posted) and I will link your blog in my post of November 10. I will be linking within the post this time but will leave a badge with a link to my post on the right.
At top is a detail of the cover illustration for an edition of William Thackeray's the Rose and the Ring, a fractured fairytale he made up for Christmas - the illustrator is J.H. Tinker. At bottom is a my recasting of the original illustration from a few years back.
The orange pile under the box which Michael is reaching for is Doritos. He got to eat them after the shoot.
Michael's father Stephen tells me that a musician friend once told him that people who have perfect pitch are frequently rather tormented - because they can hear when something is wrong. Stephen did indeed sing Danny Boy for me, it was lovely in its imperfection.
If I were a professional photographer I would need to apologize for the quality of this, heh. Anyway, shot at my parents' house in Berkeley Hills at sunset. The "tree" is a piece of a manzanita tree which burned in the Hills Fire some years back which my father attached to the balcony. My relatives return to England in a couple of days, will miss them.
Here's Ichabod Crane. I was just looking at Christopher Walken's turn as the Hessian in the Tim Burton film on youtube...his lines seem to consistent entirely of repeating "Aargh" at intervals, which he does very well indeed.
There are a few who ply a needle and thread who stop here occasionally (real needle and thread in photo, though you can't see them very well), so this one's for you. I believe my English readers will also enjoy the reference.
Nemo Hill of the elsewhere blog sent me a number of wonderful images of Alice in Bangkok and Bali, also this one of Alice at Magellan's Window. I don't know what or where Magellan's window is...Nemo would have to explain.
Here's a change of pace - one of my favorites of an old editorial style, this one was done for the Fort Worth paper, an article about tinnitus. William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy got permanent tinnitus in adjacent ears when a particularly loud squib went off as they were hiding on either side of a styrofoam rock.
...the Burned Toast Ghost. I drew this before my stove shorted out and blew out the electrics, the landlord is replacing it today. Noisiness, possibly accompanied by said landlord demanding that I sympathize with his outrage at at vendors and various other tenants - I plan to be away for most of the festivities.
In recent correspondence from another blogger, she referred to her blog as "a refuge, even for me". As I sit in my somewhat shambolic apartment, with its heaps and collections of china and seashells and little toys plucked out of cardboard boxes on the street (an environment which reflects my craziness, longing, confusion, impatience), I am attempting to be the wise and humorous person I present myself as here, for instance in the photo you see at right. Sometimes the goal is reached, it's a form of observance for a non-religious person. Sometimes I fall back into old habits, sometimes I am forced to realize my own limitations. But certainly having this place of sorts, this virtual bower or museum of oddities with its opportunities for dialogue with other extraordinary and flawed wanderers on the web, is helpful in working toward being that person.
Well, she's a bit lumpy and bumpy...I took this a few hours ago, now she is dressed, but I may wait to photograph again until she is placed in the window. I have one hat and about 6 bats to go to finish the materials. Eva, if you read this, I have a feeling she's supposed to look a bit smoother...possibly impatience on my part.
Edit: replaced the original photo with a closeup of the dressed doll.
The Secret Scripture by Sebastian Barry is a brilliant book, about a very old Irish woman in Roscommon Hospital writing down a kind of memoir of her life, the pellucid , precise description contrasting with the elusive nature of what she remembers. There are good companionable books and films and then there are these encounters in which one falls in love with a piece of art. Has anything startled you lately?
Well, I had planned to post the doll but preparing her for facial features and underwear is taking longer than expected. So, here's her pet - the spider that is, not the kitty. For scale, the princess is 3" tall. Don't count her out, she knows karate...
Who here sings in the car when unaccompanied (by another person or car stereo)? I favor old Pogues songs and "Chimes of Freedom" (this has very few notes, is satisfyingly melodramatic, and words and verses can be substituted at random - recommended!). What are your favorites - if you dare to confess, your choice of song reveals your personality.
This was shot at the same place in the Rose Garden as Sunset Boulevard if you want to compare the shots.
...sitting on the house key. He can see all the lost things with his many eyes, he can sniff them out with his long nose, but he won't tell you where they are. I'm thinking of doing an alternate calendar, which will just be black and white characters from this blog.
Saw this out on my walk, I knew there was a reason to wait for posting...It was unlike any of the other leaves nearby, clearly a one-off. Well, speaking of suspension ... here's a place where items are suspended for study on a fairly regular basis.
In keeping with my coming across this leaf, if you have a serendipidity-related post today, let me know and I will link as an edit to this post.
"Scrobbling" appears as a descriptive term for kidnapping in John Masefield's "Box of Delights", a British book published in 1937. Did it also involve throwing a black bag over the Scrobblee's head? My English readers will have to tell me whether this is slang which is still in use - it has, of course, been coopted as an internet term as has...well, almost everything else.
She's about 33" tall. So...this space same time next week - should have her painted in foundation garments, and the week after that in her Halloween finery, she is going into the window of the flower store.
At right are the participants so far in the illustration challenge. This list will be up for the month of October, and will be added to during that time. If you would like to play, the original template is here. Leave a comment if you are posting and you would like me to link.
My name is Susan Sanford. I pursue the arts in Northern California -Welcome to my free-associative visual journey . I don't do memes or accept awards or ads, but I frequently link to other bloggers if I see something delightful. All photographs and artwork here were made by me unless otherwise noted- please respect my copyright (this includes posting any images on facebook- my understanding is that they claim ownership of photos posted there).