january 31, 2017

posted in: art, drawing, music, photography | 1

“The Lord will bless you for being kind to people.” ~ Reva Hubbard

 

flash from the past (snapseed)

 

Last night as I was pouring over Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk, relishing the ancient art of vinyl album covers, something caught my eye. Tusk is an elaborate vinyl package, even among double albums. There are slips inside slips inside the outside cover. Of particular interest were the outer (or middle) slips. Instantly, it was 1979 and I was back in my tiny bedroom, sitting on the floor in front of a second-hand stereo, where I scoured the intricate collages for hours. Now, they reminded me of Peter Beard‘s work. In 1993, I came across a book called “The Adventures and Misadventures of Peter Beard in Africa” by Jon Bowermaster. It captured my attention for two reasons: 1. Beard is a fascinating artist known primarily for his collage diaries (he sometimes uses his own blood to draw on them) and 2. I’ve loved Africa since early childhood, particularly Kenya where Beard has a home called The Hog Ranch. As Tusk continued to spin its quirky pop tunes, I pulled out my copy of the book. I rifled through the pages, memories flying back to me; Beard’s friendship with Karen Blixen (Isak Dinesen who wrote the autobiographic Out of Africa, one of my all-time favorite books), the sheer beauty of Africa, the shame of big game killers, the privileged life that afforded Beard such an adventure that most people, certainly most artists, could never have. And then I saw it: a photo from one of the Tusk collages. Beard made the collages for Tusk. I knew about Peter Beard before the Bowermaster book. He’s listed on Tusk’s credits. As someone who used to absorb every piece of information from albums, the connection between Beard and Tusk had been buried in my brain all these decades, subconsciously rolling around, waiting to resurface. It was a beautiful moment to reconnect with these two things I loved so much when I was younger. I hope one day I’ll have the opportunity to go to Kenya and Tanzania, roam the Masai Mara Wildlife Reserve, and wake up “at the foot of the Ngong Hills.” What a blessing that would be, but it certainly doesn’t diminish the blessings Tusk and Peter Beard have given me for decades. I’m lucky that they’ve come back home.

 

pure art (snapseed)

january 30, 2017

posted in: music, photography | 0

“We do not deny the reality of death, or the degradation of suffering. But we do claim the victory of life over death, of light over darkness. And so we defy anything which would degrade our humanity.”
~ Fr. Mark Brown

 

old friend (snapseed)

 

Working my way through the vinyl archive I came across a pivotal album for me; Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk. Lisa Clevenger Fannin gave it to me for Christmas in 1979, just a few months after its release. The double album made a huge impression, and it’s still my favorite Fleetwood Mac album. It was their follow-up to Rumors, one of the highest selling, chart-topping albums of all time. How do you follow that, really? In Fleetwood Mac’s case, you let Lindsey Buckingham do whatever he wants. By all accounts, he drove the band insane with his constant experimentation. Critics panned it, but music and sound enthusiasts heard the brilliance right away. Lindsey doesn’t get nearly the credit he deserves, as a guitarist, and especially as a sound engineer. Not all of his experiments are great, but when they are, they’re really great. Tusk is loaded with audio brilliance. It contains songs that have stayed with me for nearly 40 years like Brown Eyes, Beautiful Child, Sisters of the Moon, and of course, Tusk, featuring the USC Marching Band. It’s an epic track; the album a masterpiece. Thank you, Lisa, for the gift of a lifetime. It still sounds as great as the first time I dropped the needle on it.

january 29, 2017

posted in: photography | 0

“The world is changed by your example, not by your opinion.” ~ Paulo Coelho

 

it exists!

 

Pam Kingfisher was in town for her annual Ag conference, and just like last year, we had breakfast together before she flew back to Oklahoma. Pam loves stories. During this year’s conference, she ran into a couple of locals who told her all kinds of stories. One of those stories was about the now defunct Springs Inn and its role as a brothel during prohibition (I think that was the story). However, I don’t think it was actually that old. It seems the Springs Motel, as it was originally known, was built in 1948. So, I’m not sure what motel the brothel story was about, unless it was the old Yoakum Motel. But that’s another story for another day. I told Pam the Springs Inn was named after the natural spring beside it, which happens to be one street over from my house, and a stone’s throw from Stacy Yelton’s backyard (seriously, a good throwing arm would do it). We drove by the spring on the way to breakfast. I did some digging to find out more about it. There’s not a lot out there, actually. It’s called Kay Spring. It’s a perennial spring that feeds into the Wolf Run watershed. It sits on private property. So, yea, we pulled up in the driveway and just walked into their backyard. We’re rebels that way. The look on Pam’s face when she saw this large, deep spring in the middle of town made my day. We’ve resolved to have more adventures like this. I’ve had a lot of adventures with Pam, and I’m looking forward to many more.  

january 28, 2017

posted in: photography | 0

“The glorious chariots of kings wear out, and the body wears out and grows old;
but the virtue of the good never grows old.” ~ Buddha

 

phono

 

Get yourself a turntable, some beautiful vinyl, and take a moment to absorb the vibrations. You’ll feel better. The better the music, the better you’ll feel. Of course, “better” is a matter of taste. So, pick what you like and enjoy it. Music that you love is a gift to be treasured.

january 27, 2017

posted in: photography | 1

“Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.”
~ George Washington

 

two thumbs up

 

Nifty, nifty, look who’s fifty! It’s Annie Bassoni, come to join the 50-is-the-new-30 club. There was a gathering of friends to celebrate Annie’s half-century on this planet. People I love from the bottom of my heart, and people I’d never met: my favorite kind of gathering. Happy Birthday, Annie. I’m sure glad you were born. You make the world a better place.

 

group shot with the birthday girl and Greg and Vanessa

january 26, 2017

posted in: photography | 1

“There’s too much hate and bad shit in this world. Ya’ll be good to somebody when you can.”
~ Catfish Cooley

 

hand at henna

 

One of the best things about Marcie’s hen henna party last week was her willingness to be a blank canvas for anyone willing to try their hand at henna. Deb Chenault was, of course, the perfect person to give it a go. She is maybe best known for her jewelry, but she’s an incredibly gifted visual artist as well (she’s also a gifted writer). Also, it spoke volumes about Tammy Cornett’s character that she would be okay with someone else working alongside her. Not only was she okay with it, she encouraged it. Yes, the hen henna party was pretty clucking cool, and I was fortunate to be amongst such generous, open, kind – and arty – hens.

january 25, 2017

posted in: photography | 2

“Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.” ~ John Milton

 

I call him….Spicoli (snapseed)

 

I love this piece. It’s an original Robert Shinn assemblage. Robert makes some of the most creative works I’ve ever seen. He’s lived all over the country, but he currently lives in Moodys, Oklahoma. He posted a picture of this piece on facebook. It was love at first sight. I bought it, and straight up on the wall it went as soon as it got here. The piece probably has a title (naturally, I don’t remember it), but it reminds me so much of Spicoli from Fast Times at Ridgemont High that I look at it, giggle, and call it Spicoli. You can see more of Robert’s work here and here. He’s also gracing the cover of Solidago’s Spring edition with a beautiful piece called Fractured Frida. Have I mentioned that Robert is über awesome? He’s awesome to say the least. Baby doll hands, a guitar neck, and a paintbrush on an old skateboard. I’m in love, and it feels good. 

january 24, 2017

posted in: photography | 11

“You can’t make positive choices for the rest of your life without an environment that makes those choices easy, natural, and enjoyable.” ~ Deepak Chopra

 

looking like her mother (snapseed)

 

My mother, Shero Numero Uno, turned 75 years old today. I called my old friend Belinda Jordan who owns Another Season’s Gifts in West Liberty. She delivered this gorgeous bouquet of red roses and lilies, and the warm peach patterned scarf. The birthday card, with the little boy picking his nose, was delivered by USPS. She thought the flowers and the scarf were so beautiful that she gussied up and asked dad to take her picture. And here she is: Shirley Fay Adams Terry at a sparkly 75. Happy birthday, mom. We all love you.

 

75 (snapseed)

january 23, 2017

posted in: photography | 2

“Be the reason someone believes in the goodness of people.” ~ Unknown

 

not today

 

This is not today. This was early January, the 5th maybe, when we got the only appreciable snow we’ve had this winter. The neighbors with little kids still had their Christmas lights up. Dad had just been released from the hospital after his stroke, and they were staying with me. It was down in the 20’s. I looked outside after dinner and suddenly the flakes were huge. By the time I got outside with a tripod they’d tapered off. Still, snow is beautiful and we can always do with a little more beauty. So, here’s some for us to enjoy during this rainy, warm winter. 

january 22, 2017

posted in: photography | 0

“Remember, most of your stress come from the way you respond, not the way life is.
Adjust your attitude and all that extra stress is gone.” ~ Unknown

 

will it go ’round in circles

 

Finally, I had time to put together that awesome turntable Stacy gave me last week. I moved the components, and speakers, hooked up the phono jack, then reached into the closet where I’d been hiding my vinyl for nearly a decade. I couldn’t see the labels, so I said to Stacy, “We’re listening to the first record I pull out.” It was Alison Moyet’s first solo record after Yaz, and one of my favorites. I turned the volume way past 11, gently set the needle down on the spinning disc, and goosebumps came up on my arms with the first note. I sang at the top of my lungs. Stacy watched me like I was insane. I started pulling all the records out of the closet, and soon she said, “How did I not know you had this much vinyl?” What I have is only a third of what I used to have. I moved so much after high school that I got rid of most of my collection. I’ve even managed to replace a lot of my favorites with CDs over the years because I didn’t have a turntable. I can’t tell you how happy I am to see that spinning vinyl again. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some Fabulous Thunderbirds, Rod Stewart, Emmylou Harris, and Springsteen to spin…I’ll set aside a day  later especially for the hair metal bands.

 

gift extraordinaire!
1 2 3 4