This sign is part of an art installation at the 100 Acres. There are these little signs scattered everywhere throughout the park pointing out different things. Some are as simple as Tuft of Grass and Look Here to Gradual Erosion and Ephemerals. I love these signs. They connect art and nature, each complementing and giving meaning to the other.
It’s weird how you read something or see something and then it shows up in the world around you. I’ve been learning about ancient art, things like pyramids, temples, tombs and henges. And then I see these stones. They’ve been there for a long time, I’ve seen them many times and ignored them. And now I look at them and see the connection. A replica of some ancient stone, maybe. A connection to our past, our ancestors. Modern megaliths in a modern city, yet still ancient, still primordial.
Today we were shooting at one of my favorite parks and I noticed this heart faintly scratched into the surface of a concrete slab in front of some old ruins. I’ve shot this place a number of times but I didn’t notice this until tonight. So I snapped a shot, though I couldn’t really see much. And then I edited it and noticed the H + C in the heart, which are me and Hannah’s initials. I thought it was a funny little find and something I never would have noticed if I hadn’t payed a little more attention.
Haha!! Soooo I’m out shooting sunset, shocker I know. My truck is pulled off the side of the road with the flashers on. Sometimes people stop to see if I need help, others just slowly drive by looking at me wondering what I’m doing squatting knee deep in a field of wild flowers. Anyhow, a car is making the turn and he begins to slow down. I realize its a clown. He stops and kinda laughs asking if I need help. I laugh back and thank him explaining I’m just shooting photos and ask if I can take his.
Its good to see there are still good, helpful, honest people that still walk this Earth. Thanks Klem!!
I got to talk about art tonight. I like talking about the general idea of art and what it is. I think we are living in an amazing time for art and it’s many expressions. It’s amazing to see how countless people are taking their ideas and expressing it them in limitless ways. All the different mediums and then all the different styles and movements and personal touches within each medium. I think now, more than ever people are expressing themselves in incredibly diverse ways. So diverse that some may not even see it as art. We are pushing ourselves and the limits and there are conversations and debates and it’s intense and I love it. Our art is full of life and creativity and passion and I hope it only continues and increases.
Every now and then I will have scenes, ideas or images pop up in my mind. A lot of times they just pass or they really aren’t worth putting effort into developing. And then there are others that I really want to make a reality or they refuse to be ignored. Today for the first time I had a story idea and image come up together. They went hand in hand. So I sketched out the image in my head and started writing. I didn’t work for very long but it was nice to be doing something creative like that again. I never have time for stuff like this anymore. So being able to just draw and write was very nice tonight.
It was one of those days. Good and bad mixed together. It was hard to say whether it was a good day or a bad day. Lots of shit on my mind. School, work, money, bills, life. But also the sky, a book, the corn, Her, fireworks, and laughter. I read a book by my favorite author and was happy and an hour later some thoughts that I wish I didn’t have, but I do have, creeped in again and darkened everything. Things I know I shouldn’t think, but I do anyway. I don’t think I can help it. It’s just me. These days come and go though. The day passes and you simply wish that tomorrow will have more good and less bad.
Today was a boring day. I drove all over the place and visited a lot of places and blew through a lot of gas, but for some reason it bored me. Usually I like wandering, but not today. I was alone and didn’t want to be. I was bored and tired and the heat was annoying. So I spent the afternoon sitting on the tracks watching trains colored with graffiti go by.
This is Peanut, Hannah’s British Short Hair cat. He’s a very cute cat, though he tends to stay away from people. Since I’ve been around him so much, he has started to tolerate me and now lets me pet him. I snapped this shot of him this morning, in one of his favorite spots, as he looked out the window.