Saturday, September 17, 2005

"Beads And Bell"
7:21pm

I was playing with a photo and got several variations which almost please me. But after much fussing, I finally got a variation which really pleases me:

It looks 'Christmasy', but they are really the 'Beads for the Bayou' which we received for a small donation.

I spent quite a lot of time playing with those images, until I got one I really liked.

That wasn't all I did today. I also did two loads of wash and I swept up the leaves and olives off of the porch. I would have swept it earlier, but did not want to disturb the kittens that were there. But about a week ago, they'd disappeared. I think mama took them elsewhere.

It's a good thing, I suppose. Or maybe it's not a good thing. I was thinking that they were getting old enough to bring to the humane society so they could be adopted out. Now, they'll probably just grow up to be feral like their mama.

Perhaps tomorrow I will get 'out and about'...

Today, no 'out and about', except for web travels. In my travels today, I came across 'Redondowriter Fran's' travelogue of pictures taken when she visited New Orleans last spring. Those pictures are special, indeed. Too haunting, that one of the Skelton at Jazz Funeral. Death happens. Destruction happens. But I don't have to like it.

It just serves as a motivator. I don't want to waste time, this thing which is in such limited supply. I grow frustrated when I think I have, or progress isn't as forthcoming as I'd like. But if memory serves me, then I remember the progress I have made. One step will lead to the next, if my Will is pointed in the direction I want to go.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

"Not Another Day Just Inside"
2:05am

I tried to sleep, but was too thrashy, so I spent time looking at photos in the Mirror Project and followed a link off someone's page, discovering nice images of Prague, and surrounding areas, Turkey, too. So I travelled mentally, at least, imagining myself there. Earlier, I did read quite a bit in the 'Fire and Force' book, then fell asleep on couch. I slept at least a couple of hours. I will give the bed another try.

Tomorrow, I want to have pics of things outdoors. Maybe Old Town when we go to movie. I so don't want another weekend day just inside.

5:24pm

After hearing that one critic gave spoilers to the movie Just Like Heaven, I stayed away from rottentomatoes.com, to avoid having my experience spoiled. I'm glad, for it was a funny and sweet movie. It in particular moved Julia and we sat on the bench across from the movie theater in the shade, while we talked and remembered Laura, feeling her presence nearby. In these liminal times, it is like two separate worlds coming together for a few moments. It was good for Julia to cry, as she didn't cry much when Laura died.

The great heat has at last subsided, so afterwards I felt like a walk up the street, in the shade of the buildings. I took quite a few pictures, mostly of store windows, what I could see beyond them, and what they reflected on the surface:

In these pictures it is like two worlds merging, and therein lies a sort of magic.