Monday … white bird
March 2, 2009 § 6 Comments
Last week I concentrated on photographing… white.
I stuck to the uno-chrome.
And today, one day into a new week, I’m re-whiting. It’s because I am nearly speechless and practically sonambulent (why? pooped. Didnt’ have the sense to go to bed at a reasonable hour last night. It’s my Sunday night phenomena.) and haven’t a new idea in my head at the moment. And so, determined in a tunnel-visioned terrier dog way to put something on paper (via keyboard, oh, the contradiciton), here is yet another white to place upon the visual (and academic) table.
This guy is a favorite.
We’ll call him OrangeFeet. He posed of course and urged me throughout the half dozen or so photos I snapped to “hurry it along he had fishing to do. ” (Actually, he ended up stealing bait from a beach fisherman who swatted at him once or twice, then ignored him, allowing OrangeFeet to take his fill from the blue plastic bucket o’ bait.)
Inscrutable and perfectly designed by nature, OrangeFeet sat this spot on the pier every morning at the same time. How could I know it was the same fellow? Oh, I knew allright. It was his screechin’ bloomin’ accent.
Book selections …
BIRDS OF AMERICA –
It’s a book of short stories and I confess I read it quickly, gobbling it up, nearly a decade ago. Then I gave it away. I can only think it might have been too true in some way. I do know that Moore is a fine, yes, excellent author. Sometimes, short stories are so impactful, brief and terribly strong like an explosion. Just check it out. Unless you already have. Maybe you have my old copy.
THE THORN BIRDS – Colleen McCullough
I never meant to read this but it was a long road trip and the book was there and there was nothing to look at through the window (that CANNOT have been true) and so I picked up the book and didn’t put it down ’til hundreds of pages and tears later. The movie, in comparison, stunk. It was, for me, completely miscast. This was one of those long generational books that you love at the moment and you could see and feel the whole thing better than any camera and sensitive director. Why read this? Hmmm…because you like love stories that go awry but the characters get stronger and stronger and eveyrone, characters and reader, learn a little bit about choices?