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.
Top Of The World. Its name adopted from a 1920’s dance hall situated on the road that became US 60, the highway that now connects Superior and Miami Arizona. A short five miles away, Mountain Breeze Memorial Gardens Cemetery. Jeff’s Jerky Stand was on my left. Mountain Breeze was on my right.)
Continuing on US 60 toward our destination, the Blue Range Wilderness Area. These images are from the section between Show Low and Springerville. The upper landscape was on my left, the bottom on my right.
Into the Blue.
Six tulips for Donna. (from Molly)
Back to the studio . . .
A process of accumulation, excavating, and telling time.