I believe this is the 1st picture I took of Hayes Carll. It was before a performance at a local place here in town. Probably one of my favorites.
“I got a woman she’s wild as Rome
She likes to lay naked and be gazed upon
She crosses a bridge and then sets it on fire
Lands like a bird on a telephone wire
Wine bottles scattered like last nights clothes
Cigarettes, papers, and dominoes
She laughs for a minute about the shape I’m in
Says, “You be the sinner honey, I’ll be the sin.
I’m gonna holler and I’m gonna scream
I’m gonna get me some mescaline
She brings me roses and a place to lean
A drunken poet’s dream”
Only a shell of a house left after a fire destroyed it yesterday.
I went out last Saturday night to listen and watch some friends (musicians) perform. I quickly found someone who used to own a live music venue here in town. Her first question or statement to me was, “no camera?”
I am not really back to the feeling or the need to shoot pictures every time I go out to listen to live music. But that being said, the pictures I have always loved taking the most are the ones where someone is being their-self. They are not posing for the camera – they are instead caught in the moment. This one I caught of Sarah McLaughlin at Lilith fair in Indy a few years back shows exactly what I am talking about.
That moment. Nothing staged. It is just a moment caught in time.
A hot humid strenuous hike was what was called for on Sunday. And I wasn’t taking breaks to catch my breath or to rest even. No not at all. I was taking pictures instead.
Remembering Orlando, Mayor’s gathering at the Big Four Bridge on Sunday June 12th 2016.
We planted some flowers in a barrel planter and I could not resist getting a few photos of them before the rains came this past Saturday.
Took the road bike out this afternoon to the park where I could do hill repeats virtually uninterrupted by cars and people. It is not the most fun a person could have, doing hill repeats, but it works. I start off at the bottom and try to sprint as far up as I can. Usually until my legs begin the burning feeling which signals a possible leg cramp.
I have been plagued on group bike rides, by leg cramps these past few years. On one 50 mile ride the cramps were so bad I could not straighten my leg out to stretch the cramp out. I had to look for a grassy area and then fall over. Once on the ground I would stretch my leg out and get back on the bike until the next round of leg cramps set in. Granted I could have flagged down the sag vehicle (it was an organized ride) and then gotten a ride back to my car, but if I had done that then I would not be me. Stubborn. Determined. And other adjectives which apply. So these hill repeats are meant to get me back to the shape I used to be in. Or at least make me think twice about eating those ranch hot Doritos before I go for a bike ride.
My sister asked me if our Dad was haunting me now since I am alone in the house these days. My response had been that he haunted me enough when he was alive. To understand my comment one would have to understand my sense of humor. She didn’t and most won’t. At any rate I now think he is haunting me with these damn window locks. Or it could just be my way of well, it sounded like a good idea at the time, mentality.
These damn locks are falling apart at a rate that rivals anything I can think of. And then I had the bright idea to use super glue to try and hold one together. Surely I only dropped a dab on the locking part, and the lever mechanism was spared. Right. And in an attempt to separate the two from each other with a hammer – I now have a bit of a swollen finger. But fear not. If you hit your finger hard enough with a hammer it goes numb quickly.
Soon I will be making a trip to Home Depot for a multitude of replacement locks. And somewhere in some alternate reality my Dad is sitting with a grin on his face saying yep, I tried the same thing once.