Saturday, October 6, 2012
Art is easy
Given the Jackson Pollock iPhone app, it's now possible to be very 1957 artistically, except with more of a gouache palette than was available the year before I was born. A discerning eye knows these are crap. I don't have a discerning eye. I just know what year it is.
Cats, fall, morning
The cats enjoy mornings, but apparently have lost or eaten all the chipmunks. The Adirondack chairs have slowly migrated into where the last bit of sun is in the afternoon in October.
Ever the self-promoter (he didn't learn it from me), Sunny is drawn to the camera, while Cammy stays put near the recycling.
Sunny asked to be contextualized within the ex-foliage.
Cammy, meanwhile, strays a whole six feet from the recycling.
The camouflage isn't perfect.
Imagine this as an abstract canvas.
Friday, October 5, 2012
And then there was this other blog
There is this quasi-but-not-really blog thing I've been doing for 10-1/2 years that hardly gets updated, ever, now that I have all these other blogs and stuff. Today is also the rare day when I updated News on my original (since 2002) web page. Woo hoo, pardner.
That warm October day in Maynard
Temperature 76°, UV Index Moderate, not a cloud in the sky. The only thing between me and the hammock is finishing this post. Ahem.
I walked downtown and back in order to have Buffalo wings at the Halfway Café. Here's what I saw.
In certain parts near the river, the trees are either colorful or completely bare.
Nason Street and Main Street converge in Maynard. These are the only two streets that constitute downtown.
The Assabet River, which with this mill has powered Maynard since 1840.
The Assabet looking in the other direction.
From the bridge near the dam that created the sluice that powered the mill, etc.
This is the water that escaped the dam.
And back to my own house, where the ex-foliage is obscuring the new driveway.
I walked downtown and back in order to have Buffalo wings at the Halfway Café. Here's what I saw.
In certain parts near the river, the trees are either colorful or completely bare.
Automatic teller machine machine inside.
Nason Street and Main Street converge in Maynard. These are the only two streets that constitute downtown.
The Assabet River, which with this mill has powered Maynard since 1840.
The Assabet looking in the other direction.
From the bridge near the dam that created the sluice that powered the mill, etc.
This is the water that escaped the dam.
And back to my own house, where the ex-foliage is obscuring the new driveway.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
L'Harvard
I talked to, and answered questions from, Rick Beaudoin's Harvard composition class yesterday. At which time that I revealed that the ending of my Piano Concerto is as follows.
Harvard also owns something I do not — a Peters Edition score of said Piano Concerto. Now for the first time I know the edition number. 68388. Also, note that it's not on reserve, but on resere.
Harvard also owns something I do not — a Peters Edition score of said Piano Concerto. Now for the first time I know the edition number. 68388. Also, note that it's not on reserve, but on resere.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Summer Hill counterclockwise
Today, Sukkot, is too windy for a bike ride but just about right for a nice 2.41 mile walk. I chose to go around Summer Hill again, but in the other direction. I also investigated the yellow trail that we never choose, which takes us back to the access road. Big deal.
The hike
And of course, the flyover.
It's also John Mackey's birthday!!! Happy birthday, John!
The hike
and the all-important altitude graph.
And of course, the flyover.
It's also John Mackey's birthday!!! Happy birthday, John!
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