Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Today...

Today...

> I feel like I'm high on something. I've been in a fog all day long- zoning out, stopping in mid-sentence. It's like my mind and my body are going in opposite directions.

> I couldn't relax during my chiropractic massage until Katherine did some wacky positional release movement on my neck. The relief I felt was so intense, I felt as if I had just finished having a huge sob session, and was ready to just curl up into a blanket and sleep.

> I had to draw a scene that included a giant tub of Greek yogurt. I didn't like what I drew, and I'm probably going to scrap the whole thing. I couldn't think of anything inspiring, and while I was trying to brainstorm,images of chickens kept creeping into my head. I wanted to draw chickens.

> I didn't draw any chickens.

> I feel like the sky looks like a blank piece of recycled paper, and I like it. It's like someone drew me, my house, and my street, and nothing else exists. If I travel outside of my 8 1/2 by 11 inch world, I'll fall into oblivion. It's my own little isolated world, and today, that makes me feel peaceful.

> I enjoyed my lunch outside in the rain.

> there was a man in the waiting area of my chiropractor's office. He kept flirting with the receptionist and it was making her feel uncomfortable. Then he started flirting with the clinic's masseuse. She felt uncomfortable, too. All of this was making me feel uncomfortable.

> I felt kind of frumpy when I realized that the guy in the office was not going to flirt with me.

> my pants are too big, and my shirt is too tight.

> I'm really craving crab, or sushi.

> I've had "The Wind" by Cat Stevens stuck in my head all day long. It makes me want to play the guitar better.

> I've noticed my breathing more than on other days.

> Chickens are pecking their way back into my brain. I think I should draw some chickens.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

New York City

Now that Greg is home, I have my camera back. So now, ladies and gentlemen (or the three of you that read these), I can share some of my photos from my trip to New York City....




We took a ferry to the Statue of Liberty. It had been sprinkling all day long, but I kid you not, the minute we stepped foot on the island, it started POURING. Luckily, I had bought a cheap umbrella from a stand in the city. Unluckily, it was a really cheap umbrella that kept flipping inside out. We were soaked by the time we were done with the tour.




I love Central Park. I had gone there the last time we visited NYC, and even though there are so many other sites to visit, I wanted to go back to the park. Greg teased me: "You've traveled across the country, from a state that's filled with parks, and you want to hang out at a park." What can I say? I love parks. But Central Park is way beyond an ordinary park. We ended up walking around the park for hours. Wow, this caption has the word "park" in it a lot.






Ok, don't laugh, but this was at another park. This time, it was Greg that wanted to stop at the park. It's called High Line Park. It stands about thirty feet above the city streets, on top of an old railroad line. The top photo was taken under a covering, and I thought the glass in the background was interesting. I thought the integration of urban and wild was well done.








There are many beautiful cathedrals in New York. We passed by a few, but the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine was one we really wanted to see . It was enormous and absolutely stunning. The unique blend of Romanesque and Gothic style gave the cathedral a look that was uniquely it's own. We tried taking a lot of pictures inside, but alas, my little Casio camera does not take the best pictures in dim lighting. Yes, I'm blaming the camera and not it's operators.








One positive about the rainy weather was the gorgeous night sky enhanced by the city lights and the hazy clouds. I shot these as we were walking back to the hotel. The ACE is only a couple blocks from the Empire State Building. Greg had been frequenting a Walgreen's while he was in NYC. It was about day three when he took another exit of Walgreen's and POW!- he was in the front lobby of the Empire State Building.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Free Write: Trailing off and Back Again

The clouds are gray and heavy. The ground is drowning in a endless rainfall. The house is dark and quiet, except for the tick tock ticking of the clock on the wall. I'm trying to start my day, but I feel like it is already night. I am not entirely sure how I'm feeling at this moment- content? Drained? Lonely? Rested? Calm? Tired? My heart is slowly beating, my lids are heavy, my breath is deep and steady. Peaceful. Not ecstatic. The rain is soothing, needed, and welcomed, but it's working too well. I am becoming lethargic, indolent, slow-moving. I am a sloth. I like sloths. Sloths are cute. There is a tea house I like to frequent, and the welcome sign has a painting of a sloth, and he's enjoying tea with his other animal friends. I like that painting. My cat has been letting out a whining meow every forty-seven seconds for the last two hours. I am at my breaking point with him...I don't know what that means. He is breaking the calm, the meow is piercing this silent home, and drowning out the methodical tick tock ticking of my old clock. I like my clock. I like the painting of the sloth more.