|Getting my kicks on Route 66|
Went through lightening storms, but I’m still my feet
And I’m still
And I’ve been from Thomasville to Tucumcari
But the last part really got hairy.
There was lightning all around, and it really got weird.
Times when the truck just couldn't be steered.
But if you'll give me
Gas, lights and time
And you show me a sign
I'll be willing To be movin'
|Today: No Pepsi machine|
|In April: Pepsi machine.|
Sadly "Spring Clean" is composed of the sticky traps I gave Bill (who has a morbid streak) a few months ago. He said he would donate it to me rather than the Met. Having just scored a whole new crop of this "art" in my absence (see earlier post), I can't really think of anything I'd less rather look at. The frame's nice, though. Maybe I'll give the Met a shot at it.
Anyway. . .
Paula is the lede—and a leader— in an article about the crusade to save the New York Public Library from mass destruction/renovation. Be sure to read her letter in the link.
On a much lighter note, there is a kickstarter campaign for a hammock that is also a hot tub. Don't miss the video narrated by a guy from Block Island who we used to call Lovey Ben.
An exhibition of Philip Jones Griffiths' life work opened at the National Library of Wales, attended by his daughters Fanny Ferrato and Katherine Holden, who founded the collection of their father's work.
In more local news, Denise Vaughn has a St. Louis Post-Dispatch article on the exploration of Devil's Well, an outrageous cave in Missouri.
A wonderful podcast, There are Worse Places to Die with the wonderful Maggie Steber, a photographer known for her work in Haiti, among other places, is available on line.
Another photographer, Lynn Johnson has been much interviewed about her hate crimes project in the wake of the shootings in the South Carolina church.
A nice article about Nancy Andrews, who recently left the Detroit Free Press for a post in academia—and to live together with her wife Annie O'Neill for the first time.
And finally, an article we should probably take to heart from the Harvard Business Review: How to Know if you Talk Too Much. Ouch!
Take this snap of Dianne's Caspian mare in her barn. I saw the beautiful animal and the beautiful scene, but I could not see my screen. I blindly snapped away. What resulted is a blown out yet, in my view, beautifully composed picture I probably could not have taken had I got off the ATV, run around to get into position, focussed and framed the shot. Dumb luck. I'll take it.
These are the perils of absentee homeownership in the Ozarks. Different ones in Block Island.