Back to the bean, baby! (AKA "beanstalkering")

statue in shades of moody

vase and winter scene

My polymer exposed and disgusting

foreground and background and back again

cousins putting on a show

hands and eyes

A candid shot.

We were listening to a discussion about the architecture of a home, and I was sitting across the room from Lydia. I had my camera out and was taking photos of people as they listened.

I like how she's holding her hands.

my inner polymer

Originally I titled it this: "Hardened folds of wax," but as you can see from the comments inside, this was not a good idea because:

a) it was too literal, and
b) it was too wrong.

So I added the "polymer" to make it more accurate, and I added the "inner" to make me seem just extremely poetic, artistic, and deep, dude.

Mission accomplished.

315 zip!

The strong verticals reminded me of Barnett Newman's zip paintings.

His "Adam":

His "Eve":

Leaf in nook

This is a photo of a leaf in a nook. Kinda monochrome, isn't it?

Playing in the snow

Yes, I've been a bad bad blogger. And I won't be any better for about a week at least.

I'm a bad bad man.

Pampered Chef Egg White Separator

So very very happy. Oh, how the Holy Mojo was flowing, and how the Mojo did not disappoint me. Such moments make a man grateful to be alive, to be given the priceless gift of life. So fine, these photos aren't sacred by your sights. That's cool. But I'm grateful for my life. And I'm grateful for my precious Emma. And I'm glad that when I see an egg separator on the table, I can have fun with it. As the wise doctor said, 'these things are fun and fun is good."

Life is short; be grateful for it.

And life is long; make it livable for others.

Andy D. made me an offer I couldn't refuse

Don Corleone: When – when did I ever refuse an accommodation? All of you know me here. When did I ever refuse, except one time? And why? Because I believed that Memorial Stadium, like our ancient home of Rome, would last for one thousand years. And that notwithstanding whether there was an army of soldiers with sledgehammers, or just you, Andy D, with your one sledgehammer and the nearby Home Depot.

I understand. And I believed that then, and I believe that now. I hoped that we would come here and reason together. And as a reasonable man, I'm willing to do whatever's necessary to find a peaceful solution to these problems.

So, Andy D., I do accept this completely unsolicited and altogether surprise gift in the mail from you to me, MB, of one completely legitimate, and 100% perfectly legal, Godfather poster featuring the signatures of the most amazing cast ever assembled for film.

Someday, and that day may never come, you may call upon me to do a service for you. I understand. And I hereby pledge that I will fulfill that request. But until that day – accept my gratitude here, Andy D, as a small token in satisfaction of the completion of that future deed.

There is one last thing we must discuss, you and I. You may ask why I hung this work of art in the same room of the murdered rabbit. I live my life, I don't apologize to take care of my family. And I refused to be a fool dancing on the strings held by all of those big shots. That's my life, I don't apologize for that. And my mother-in-law painted this wounded rabbit, and that painting is a fact of life. It must stay.

Peace unto you and your masculine child.