Wednesday, January 26, 2011
But I also love other people's pictures. Maybe it's my voyeuristic nature. I love seeing the art of photographs but I also love getting a glimpse into other peoples' lives: vicariously experiencing their vacations and family events or the growth of their children.
But even when I don't have a horse in the race and the photos are of people unrelated to me and mine, I still feel drawn to them. I want to know who they are, what brought them to this moment and what happened to them after. I stare into their faces and wonder what makes them laugh or cry.
I look at the things surrounding them: the rugs, furniture and gewgaws and gimcracks and wonder which of these things matter to them.
Vintage professional photos are interesting because they strip away the personal from the setting and allow me to concentrate on the faces. Because the subject had to sit still for a long time (compared to today's instant cameras) and because portraits were expensive and not to be taken lightly, they almost always look very serious. What were they like when they were at home?
I love restoring old photos, removing the ravages of time and revealing their original appearance. It's also very zen to clean one pixel at a time. When I magnify the picture, I can see details that I would never have seen with my poor eyesight. It allows me to concentrate on each portion of the picture and get a clearer image of the whole.
But, of course, once I see the photograph I have to find out as much as I can about the person so then I start delving into genealogy. And that's a never-ending process.
I hope that I am preserving my family's history and making it more widely available. But I also just get a kick out of it.
Monday, January 24, 2011
I decided to use a mold first. Since it's very expensive, everyone advises keeping the clay carefully covered to avoid drying it out so I only took out a tiny bit. And then a little more. And then a little more. It took an entire packet to fill the mold. Each packet costs about $40. I set the clay-filled mold aside to dry for 24 hours. Fully drying the clay apparently allows moisture to evaporate and prevents the clay from exploding thus wasting $40.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
We had almost identical meals. I hurt my back raking leaves so I was moving kinda slow. I substituted cornmeal dressing for regular. Clara helped Mike with the roasted veggies and, despite the frigid temps, Chris pulled the turkey off the barbeque earlier than he anticipated.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
We spent a few hours at the Asian Art Museum before dinner and Vienna Teng and Friends at the Great American Music Hall.
The show was great -Vienna and Alex Wong with special guests Paul Freeman,
Joey Ryan, Kenneth Pattengale, and Amber Rubarth. But it was a really long show and Clara endured it without any whining.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Chris was very excited for the bacon flite. Yes, six different slices of bacon: smokehouse, sweet and spicy, jalapeno, hickory, extra thick and wild boar.
Personally, I appreciated the benches located just after some particularly grueling bits. Although I did get a splinter in my rear. A register at the top allows visitors to share their feelings of achievement and awe.
We took the longer route back since the guidebook claimed it was a more gentle slope.
All I know is that the loose sandy soil sent me sliding several times to land on my already splintered rear. Damage was mitigated somewhat by the angle of the hill since my feet were so far below that I didn't fall far. Mike also pointed out the advantage of falling on the most generously padded part of my anatomy. After one fall, I broke down, crying in frustration. As long as Chris just held onto my hand, I could keep my balance and stay on my feet.
|Robin also brought Andy|
I enjoy his talkative times even when they make no sense but Mike was freaked out. And I think Anthony was pretty confused so he took refuge in his phone.