Yikes. Thirty five, six actually thirty seven days since the first Tuesday in September and nine since the first one in October. I’m behind. It’s been an odd bunch of weeks that focused my attentions elsewhere, yet still on my list and underlined . . . It Happens Every Tuesday, (Monthly). Only this time it’s a bit off pace and with a selection of images attempting to capture the passing of those days.
To the folks who inquired about the missing posts of It Happens Every Tuesday . . . my sincere thanks for your continued interest in the work!
Summer meanders on, requiring a change in routine. Swimming and dominos. Honed through exploration and practice, an interlude of tranquility.
At least the swimming part is . . . We play an especially spirited version of the double six, blocking game and we keep score. The snapping sound of smartly laid dominos is punctuated by chides and retorts, illuminating the game’s progress . . . until . . . with a theatrical flourish and accompanied by a well-articulated curse . . . the last domino is triumphantly put to board. The score cards are kept as witness against future delusions of grandeur as well as proof of supremacy.
Diversions? A morning hike. Northeast and southwest views. Table, chair and pillow, a detail of back porch happenstance.
In the studio . . . beginning a revisionist history guided by new moods and selective memory.
Obsessions still. From the eighties, scores from a different type of game.
The defining plant of the Sonoran desert is none other than the majestic Carnegiea Gigantea Cactus, better known as the Saguaro. A seed propagated plant, the flowers of a Saguaro are mainly pollinated by the Lesser Long-nose Bat, producing a ruby-red fruit. After ripening, having offered its seeded bounty to the capriciousness of the desert environment, these amazingly brilliant remnants litter the ground.
It goes slow. It is almost imperceptible. This line. Grey to blue, wanting to pull into awareness these nestled shapes. I was beginning to wonder if the time spent was an exercise in procrastination. But it’s a hundred and ten outside, so slow it goes and well worth the effort.
Speaking of summertime, the desert sun is playing havoc with a few tender gardening endeavors requiring a shade cloth engineering project. Here, a self portrait with one of the failed attempts at protection.