On the Charles, circa 1970
Buick afternoon, western Mass, circa 1970
Post office 56112, Amiret, MN
Burlington, ME, about 1971, someone lived in this house one time, maybe there were some happy memories, maybe some abuse, who can tell by looking at this image?
Saturday thoughts on the election;
a passing note;
My wife makes this for me and its good with sake. Its called Kiriboshi Daikon when made with strips of daikon and carrot but this one, made by my wife, also includes strips of fried tofu with a special sauce/dressing and she calls it Diakon to Ninjin no Sunomono. And did I mention its GOOD with sake.
I got a new iMac last December and I have been slowing integrating it into my life. Often when I open an image in photoshop there appears an image which has visually has nothing to do with the actual image and I make a screen capture of it. Here are a couple of them.
There are no applications for these images yet but they could go into the blanket format. Something new to try, Continuous tone compared to pixels. Continuous tone is kind of like being a living human is to science—Life is a continuous experience while science is the experience of breaking “things” into smaller and smaller “things.” The particles get smaller and smaller like the pixels get smaller and smaller and each pixel image is more and more of them but like science we we never get to the final end. Science keeps promising that once we get to the final “singular thing” “we will understand the universe but like Camus observed, its Sisyphus, every time science gets to the top of the mountain—discovering a new smaller particle (or thing)—the rock rolls down the other side, and new things are now observed which must be understood.
Reflection in the tansu, the glass is quite old with imperfections and obviously thicker at the bottom, and,…
through a piece of plastic at a bus stop at BART.
One of the things about public property is that there are always some who would destroy it and some who would defend those that destroyed it.
And how little I know about who I am, much less who I was and who I will be, perhaps the next form I take will be dark matter or maybe a WIMP moving through the universe with nothing to stop me from going anywhere I choose.