January 1, 2008
A new wave
…listen
…about the musicAnd another rolls toward us.
In with the new.
Yes.
Happy 2008.
Today is also worthy of personal celebration, as it’s the second anniversary of the particular alignment of pixels that you are reading at this very moment. I started my algae-laden blog January 1, 2006, and have been having a great time sharing the beauty of my surroundings– first in Malibu and now on San Juan Island– with anyone interested in clicking. And, in listening. I’m not sure whether to call it photosonic, or pixelsonic, but it’s my version of scoring music to my own photos and it keeps me entertained. Maybe you, too!
For Auld Lang Syne, use the time machine on the right and visit some of the earlier posts. Occasionally I do, and it’s as though everything I felt and smelled and heard when I took the snapshot surrounds me, once again. Past, meet present. Wait– it’s already the future. Which just became the past. And so it goes. We ride this wave as long as we’re able, and have as good a time as we can!
Peace to all. I’m off to New York City for a week, to exhibit my humble wares at the national Chamber Music America conference. Should you be there, be sure to stop by and say hello. Meanwhile, I may not be blogging this week. Stay tuned for more deer, foxes, mushrooms and island life when I return. Maybe this year I’ll even include… gasp!… buildings and people!
Glenn Buttkus said,
January 2, 2008 @ 8:16 am
58 seconds of Plasma seemed barely enough; intriguing, titilating, seductive; so I had to to back to the NOTE FROM THE KELP and listen to the 11:56 minutes of Bioplasm to salve my need, my jones for more Shapiro.
Waves are hypnotic, transient, shocking, beautiful. Quite the analogy to think about riding one for a brief trip. When I lived in CA I did some body surfing which was fun. Board surfing seemed arduous and expensive. Have you ever got up on a board there, you California girl? When Melva and I go to the ocean, and she walks off for her many mile beachcoming, I put up a beach chair, take a deep breath of that salt air, that kelp cologne, and just stare and meditate at and with the waves, watching them roll huge out several hundred yards, and then diminish to ankle ticklers as they caress the beach and frolic toward me, and then playfully pull back. I used to take stale bread and feed the gulls, but that immediately turns into Gull Central and a scene right out of Hitchcock, so I stopped that foolishness. Bread is probably not good for them anyway. At Pac Beach, where I often to, the crows are hanging around a lot, and pushing the gulls out of the picture; a strange sight actually.
One of these days I will go deep into your archives and check out your divers adventures. I did once, tentatively, and I saw some gorgeous Orca shots. At some point you probably have to return to some of your favorite haunts with a different mind set, a different season, and different music, right? 2008 is definitely here, even though the fireworks at the Space Needle has a computer glitch, the year promises much. Let’s hope it delivers.
Hope NYC is good to you. Maybe you will return with an armful of commissions, and work to last you until spring. That would be cool.
Glenn
Glenn Buttkus said,
January 8, 2008 @ 5:33 am
Well gosh, it is already Tuesday January 9, and your blog fingers are still inactive. I, for one, miss your input, or is it output? Being such a neophyte blogeteer, after Doug set up FEEL FREE TO READ, in December, and I feverishly posted like 300 comments, probably digging up every scrap of old poetry, movie reviews, narratives, essays, etc, that I could, I was shocked to realize that there is NO index or table of contents for each month. A reader just has to slog through and scroll down and find out for themselves. I was greviously disappointed, but such is life out here on the cyber sea.
Missing your very presence, I dug into your essay archive and posted one on FFTR. It brought to the forefront some of your views on Success for the Artist, and the wonder of the internet, and the choices we all make, or should make.
So many of us out here have hopes that your trip to the conference in NYC was fruitful for you, if not lucrative as well. We have had a spot of snow down here in the South Sound over the last couple of days, but it warms up and turns to rain quickly. Yesterday though, there was black ice on I-5, and several spin outs; makes for a fun commute. It must be a special kind of heaven to make your living from your own home; even though you do have to fly and boat out once in a while to take care of business.
Glenn
Glenn Buttkus said,
January 8, 2008 @ 5:35 am
That would be Tuesday, January 8th, for old Buttkus the Bonehead. Oh well it is still early, enit?
Glenn