Filiment Song

I have always loved the fairy song of a gently shaken burnt-out lightbulb. The filament gives off the most beautiful high-pitched, distant-sounding, other-worldy jingle. Most bulbs in my house have been replaced by high-efficiency CFLs but there are still a few of the old-school ones. When I flip a switch and they "POOF" I get giddy about shaking them-- like a kid who is about to let loose on bubble-wrap.

 

Love Apple

This time of year, beautiful tomatoes fresh from the garden, warm from the sunshine and smelling of vine are one of my favorite things. I remembered today, as I was slicing one up for dinner, that they were at some point called "love apples" and were thought to be poisonous. When I investigated further, I was thrilled by the scope of the stories (true or false?) that I found: that they were an Aztec side-dish for cannibalistic main courses, that they were once called the "wolf peach" because of a connection to werewolf lore, that they come from the nightshade family so were thought poisonous by many cultures for centuries (and do have trace amounts of poisonous toxins), that a translation of a breed from Africa became something about Moors that was translated by Europeans to "pomme d'amour" (love apple) which then spurred on tales of its aphrodisiac properties. Of course now tomatoes have become such a staple it is difficult to imagine not having them around. Fascinating! 

 

Playhouse Exhibit

Our staff exhibit has been installed in the Playhouse level gallery at Overture! I have the two framed rubbings seen below up on the wall, as well as the Ghost Farm series photographs on a monitor there. It's exciting to walk down the hallway and see people checking out something that I created, and I humbly hope they are getting pleasure rather than pain from my submissions, especially as MMoCA employees and patrons are strolling the halls as well. Hehehehe!!!

 

Stormy Weather

This was an evening of amazing clouds. This morning I was surprised on my morning drive by reports of flash floods. I drove along the country roads and saw fields with round bales sitting in pools. By noon it was sunny and 90 degrees, then by 5 it was raining again. The clouds were moving swiftly across the sky, so the picture above me rapidly evolved. So beautiful!

 

Look Ma, I'm On TV!

I recently had the opportunity to support Overture's high school musical theater program by serving as a volunteer operator on a Wisconsin Public Television pledge drive. The program that night was Pete Seeger: The Power of Song, and in the intervals, the old-fashioned push-button phones (with actual receivers and cords) would sound their alarms and we would begin the process of taking pledges, using a rather antiquated DOS blue screen/gold writing/advance-only computer system (as you can see in the screen-shot below, most of us are squinting and looking slightly befuddled). Hehe! I seemed to get all the over-complicated questions like "I'm already a sustaining member but I just called in a pledge because I WANT THAT CD/DVD SET but can you reverse that and just send me the CD?" The volunteer and paid staff were all wonderful and it was thrilling to be in the studio live and to watch the presenters and crew do their thing. Definitely a first-time experience that warrants repeating. 

 

Twin Trees

Almost every day for the last decade I've driven past the field below which houses "twin trees." The surroundings change so dramatically with the seasons that I've often thought of trying to photograph them daily/weekly/monthly to chart all the different looks-- pink and orange skies reflected on blue-toned snow drifts, bright greens and blues of summer, brown muddy plowed fields with no branches on the trees, all shades of sunrise and sunset. The trees are in a place that would be difficult to stop near however, so I haven't done it. Then again, I've taken the snapshot in my mind almost every day for the last decade (so most likely well over 3,000 times)? I guess that's quite a project in itself. 

 

Motherhood

I've been quite distraught today, knowing that my baby girl is turning 7 years old tomorrow, is beginning  1st grade, is missing both front teeth, and that time is continuing to march on. I tried to give myself all kinds of tasks to keep distracted today-- finally unpacking some remaining boxes and getting my bedroom in order, playing Words With Friends, contemplating some marketing work from home or drawing...but several times I ended up just sobbing and looking through old photos on the floor.

I know that 7 years old is not very old, but in some ways 7 came in the blink of an eye, and it's rather terrifying to think of 14 and 21 (and my resulting ages) to arrive in that fashion as well. Over the years I've observed other parents' caution to keep a tight hold on the passing moments, to make sure they register because they are too soon gone. I've even passed this advice along to newlyweds and new parents. But even so, there the moments fly.