Tungurahua

This weekend we spent with Richard and Jacquie on the Vineyard. We left sunny Acton and arrived in Falmouth at the ferry in otherworldly thick fog. The boat carefully inched its way out of the harbor, sped across the water, and then slowed to a crawl as the captain dodged pleasure craft and fishing boats near Edgartown. Saturday was overcast – we speculated we inhabited the only cloudy patch of land in all of New England – but that was fine because it forced Diane to abandon her water-walking, and instead we toured the art district.

I eavesdropped as Alison Shaw, an artist whose love of color may exceed my own, talked with a visitor to her gallery about horizons. Adam long ago noted my inattention to that simple rule of thumb, but I’ve since then noticed many photographers, and painters for that matter, with cocked horizons. I pointed to one of Alison’s photos and asked her under what circumstances she decides not to level hers. “If you do it,” she said, “you have to mean it.”

The heron’s legs remind me of my own.

Yes, I may be obsessed with this bird, but I take great joy stalking him as he patiently waits for some unsuspecting fish to swim by.

Six Rainbows at once.

— rakkity

rakkity, you might be interested in Goose’s last adventure.  Someday you two might climb  rocks together.

Diane’s Subaru suffered from a rain of bird droppings without quick washings, and I knew the same would happen to Matt’s now seldom-used Lexus. I searched online for car covers and settled on a mid-priced wrap at about $150.00. It’s important that the cover breathes, but keeps water off the car, and resists ice and snow. Or so my research told me. You can buy sloppy fits, custom fits and custom made for your car, and you can buy covers that defend against falling tree branches , but not backing up Nissan Frontiers. You can spend $500.00 on these things.

I clicked send to shopping cart, then buy, but it registered as a duplicate purchase and failed to go through. That was all the momentum stopper I needed. Two weeks later, while wandering about K-Mart, I found a cover on sale for $22.00. That’s seven of the one I was about to buy, and knowing the car only needed protection for about six weeks at a time until summer arrives, I said why not.

Naturally, I washed and waxed the Lexus before sealing it from the weather.

 

 

Matt, your car’s been asking for you. Says it misses tailgating slow drivers, and the rush of you looking in the rear view and seeing flashing blue lights three feet off the rear bumper, but mostly it longs for the freedom of the open road. I guess I drive it too slowly.

A few more Bailey pictures set to Tracy Chapman’s “Give Me One Reason” which way outlasts the photo sequence.

Also, we have Goose’s blog where he complains about a possible nearby dorm fire disturbing his sleep. But, like the pro he is, he takes the time to photograph the on-scene fire engine.