I did a few easy collages in a new book. This time I’m recycling an old middle school health textbook and using images from fashion magazines.
I overdid things the weekend before last, so last week my wrist and thumb were sore. A combination of aggravated thoracic outlet syndrome and tendinitis. I took things easy this last weekend. Which of course means that today, my left elbow is sore, from overcompensating for my right hand, so now I’m trying to rest my left arm. Good times!
Thomas and I had some quality time on the patio this weekend. He was such a total ass the first time I put him on a tie-out that I never tried it again. He was much better this time, though, so it looks like he’ll be able to hang out with me outside this summer.
I love old luggage and train cases, and this adorable little guy has the best of both. It used to belong to John Gee, one of the drawing teachers in the art department where I went to school. He passed away recently. My brother does web design and database work for his wife-now-widow, and he got to pick a few items of John’s to keep. He thought I’d like this one, so he sent it to me. It’s cute AF.
The sky did something beautiful this morning.
Everyone hoards words and eyes and mouths, yes?
That is the face of a blissed out dog.
I love everything about this photo of my grandma Jeanne.
I have no idea who these folks are, but it looks like they’re having a good time. Happy Friday!
I’m not dead yet! I just got distracted. I’ve been scanning some more of my grandpa’s negatives, and this one made me ridiculously happy. It’s of the Centennial Bridge across the Mississippi River, between Davenport, Iowa and Rock Island, Illinois. It was probably taken in the mid-1950s during one of the family trips from Minnesota to Atlanta.
Margaret Basquill and Jeanne Thompson, Atlanta, mid 1950s
This was in the same strata as the previous photo. I know it was taken in Atlanta, because of the house number on the front door. My great grandma Nell and her sister, Margaret, lived at that address in the 1950s. So that dates both photos (if the clothing and cars weren’t a clue), and it gives context to why my grandparents were driving across the Mississippi River.
I can’t even tell who the people in this photo are, so I think it’s safe to share it publicly. Grandpa was a pretty good photographer, but with film there are always duds. I really like this dud, though. Now, with digital photography, we have the luxury of permanently deleting our mistakes before anyone else sees them.
Look at that fang toof! It’s the one Thomas uses to stash things he wants to hang out with. I would dearly love to know why he does that, though I should probably just be glad that he’s such a ridiculous boy.
red paper boat 