the tower of power

There was a time when silver oxide was a predominant to capture images. There was also a time when metal structures hovered on hill tops. People stood there and kept watch in case of wildfires.
Both are essentially gone. Satellites have replaced the towers and the "watch-woman" is retired - but I found some images of old I took about 15 years ago of this, placed them on the lawn  and used the digital capture device for reproduction...

I really don't have a punch line for this post, nothing of interest to say. Sorry.

But I must say - I always loved her face.

Clouds of all kinds

Look at the bright side, Europe is being fertilized by a cloud of volcanic ashes from the Iceland eruption.

It is good for the earth, and less convenient for air travel, oh well.

I don't give my right ass cheek (is that called: I don't give a damn?) about the Air Lines and their losses which supposedly amount to more $$$ compared to that event of September 11th. And all the people stranded? So what. Take a walk and look around you, you might even find something interesting, an other human being with a story, a glimpse of a biography. No reason to huddle in the airport.
Let the clouds fly by freely.
This event reminds me of an early Joni  Mitchell song: "Both Sides Now"

The first verse goes like this:

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice-ream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere,  I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now, from up and down and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall; I really don't know clouds ... at all.

Talking about tunes, with the help of my brother I got the "Earth and Sky" song done, now we can move on.

As always, stay healthy, be content and stick with your sense of humor.

Greetings and regards, the Zee-Man

PS the picture was taken today, lots of fine formations but I only post this one, we are overdosed as is by images...

an other kind of beach

So there you go. "visited" Martha's Vineyard for a few days. Couldn't stay there much longer, just did my job. Crown-molding  in this case. Beautiful island. The Kennedy's also live and die there. 
It was not like Puerto Rico, not at all.  It was bitter cold. Even the seawater at the shore was frozen.
Nevertheless it was the ocean - and that always frees my mind, no matter what the temperature is.
And then I took a break on the second day, waltzed down to the beach, found a dead seal with his head chopped off. I tried to redo this seals history in my mind. Was he or she a-washed ashore, just 'cause the animal was old of age? I don't know. Perhaps a freak fisherman killed the thing because the animal was getting into his lobster traps. Nobody will ever know.  
So yes, this working gig turned out all right, though the circumstances were tough, like chopped off heads. You never know when you loose your fingers.

   Do you sometimes in life feel like a dead seal chopped off his head with no return?
Just curious.....







 

to the mysterious one

Not long ago, a couple or weeks or so...
someone precious came back to life.
It had been years since the last contact.
So she said: ascending, birds, prayer, song - something moving upward.
She said this after I had used a chain saw to first cut the rough edges. The final image now rested in her palm.
She is a good lady, standing her own grounds and she helped me out without upsetting my own turf. So there you go, miracles are still possible.
As for the sculpture, it was due the other day. But somewhat later - I still will make it.
Cause this one is for the muse - and therefore I will take the proper time to do this without haste and all these enforcements of daily life that usually try to choke you into congested submission.