Category: morning wood

Seed Time

Posted on Posted in A Symbol Life, morning wood

this time of year the ground crunches as you walk. even in texas.

40 years ago, in bridgeville california, I loved junk mail – it was printed on cheap paper which burned easily, so served as kindling for the stove and fuel for the outside heater – a 25 gallon lube barrel from an abandoned log head.

I no longer enjoy junk mail… but do love the seed catalogs. Generally I avoid the big name places – folks you know of if you aren’t a long timer gardener.

Even with this mild texas year I rely on catalogs for bathroom reads; fireside dreams…

Photography Is Small

Posted on Posted in morning wood, old bones, the meta

photography began as small, which meant it had to have details

because it was precious personal small… miniature, momento

small enough to carry, like a smartphone. smooth, polished, thin, like a smartphone

something that was shared with heads bent toward it, like a smartphone at a table

photgraphry stopped time and traveled across space. traveling by bringing end points together

like the web

photgraphy left objecthood centuries ago

objecthood is sculpture, is painting striving for its canvas – sculpture has walked off the plynth, painting from above the couch replaced by big as life postcards from the camera