Two weeks ago, Felipe painted violet and aqua on either side of the dining room doors that lead into the back garden. Then, we carefully placed gravel among the flagstones, along with broken crockery and oyster shells from Second Seating. So a new space is taking form between my house and the screen porch. An outdoor room. Just need tiny lights flickering at night - and guests.
It has been weeks since I last posted on this blog. Interestingly, I've discovered something about posting and it has to do with pictures. I lost my latest little Canon Powershot camera and have searched for it in vain for almost two weeks. It is not under a car seat, in jacket pockets, under a stack of newspapers or in another purse. I keep hoping it'll turn up.
The point is that I what I learned about NOT having a camera in hand. No camera = not taking photos = no downloading and far less writing on Rockbridge Times. I had no idea how important it is to me to show images as well as write words. I go through those little cameras like French fries. That is, if I actually ate quantities of French fries. I bought my first Canon PowerShot in September 2005 just before the opening of 'la folie', that installation in Marfa. That was my first digital camera. Since then, I've worn out several of these little gems. I'm able to take thousands of photographs with them before they die, endlessly filling up one memory chip after another.
Somehow, having to make do with iPhone photos just isn't the same.
Then three days ago, I took that older little red Canon PowerShot - that I thought was broken - into a random Office Depot on the chance that a salesperson could fix it. The camera screen was always black, though the camera still took photos. Well, I did indeed find a salesman under 30 and he took away that black screen in seconds. So, camera working, I am back in business. I'm taking pictures again and of course, the days are filled with events to chronicle.
First, fall is here, the leaves are falling and it is especially lovely in the back garden today. Beautiful winter light. And because fall is here, it's easy to forget about our drought. Even with one short rain, the city is parched and the trees along Main St. and in city parks look sick and dying.
I am still watering my gardens and slipping the hose down into the ravine and across several property lines in order to water trees that remain unwatered by their owners, my neighbors.
On weekends, Earl tends to the succulents he planted in several of his skulls. It's amazing to me how many folks we run into that tell Earl that they own one of his ceramic skulls. They go on to tell where they keep the skull in home or garden. A week ago, one woman told him that she has a skull in her garden in Conneticut and that moss grows on it. She loves it - and the moss. Earl made all these skulls 25 years ago and folks remember them fondly, own them, love them. They probably wish he'd make more?The cosmos are blooming in the front garden and many of the stalks are going to seed. After all, it is mid-November and they've been flowering since late September.
Even the vivid orange Mexican love vine (I think that is the popular name of this popular vine, but I need to ask my friend Sally) is suddenly flowering and the vine is growing just where I wanted it to spread - all across the wires above the front living room window. And it is fall, not spring.
These are balmy days, some crisp, some humid, mostly blue skies and then every day there are those long, deep shadows because in fall the sun is low and the light is golden.