I’m lugging a big box of paper out to the recycle bin. It always feels good to do the ‘big sort’ and eliminate some of that stack!
I found a few gems though…I’m not going to say much about it.
In looking at these photographs, I can see why I got a C in photography. I never really ‘got’ the idea of producing a body of work on a theme. I chose something like death to resurrection, rather than ‘blossoms’. Do you get what I’m saying? Who would ever be able to understand that? I’ll post those photographs (yes, I’m keeping them) one day and we’ll see if any of my readers can figure out what I was trying to convey. I’m sitting here, laughing.
These three little sketches created a bit of nostalgia in me, though. The drawings on the cupboard, created in Pauline’s drawing class. I MADE THAT MACRAME! The objects in silhouette, all remind me of some place, some one or a special experience. The sheep area rug came from my Grandfather’s woolen mill. Anyway, it is what it is. These three photographs ended up in the ‘keeper’ pile.
Mark Mehrer’s stereo sitting there…Valdy and Bruce Cockburn records…Stanley, my guitar.