Karma?

My little buddy Zensu No Mi & his #1 homie Bodhi chilling to the max listening to classical music with me. * sigh*💫 Karma

Joe Hisaishi - Merry Go Round of Life 

God Makes Shih Tzus

 

Brick quilt burnt & stitched by vines

 Grey scale of an old cotton processing operation by the train tracks in Farmington, GA.

Pedal Promotion Nostalgia

I had a little side hustle start-up in 2017, a bike based advertising business. I took a small business development course with the Athens Land Trust, and followed the best practices they advised in setting up my enterprise with the partnership of two other people. I just found these photos, and I am feeling nostalgic about the experience.  

Logan riding, 

Rachel with Mayor at the time, Nancy Denson. We rode routes through various neighborhoods for Let Us Comnpost.

This customer had us ride to some of their clients and take pictures in front of the houses, with consent of the homeowners. Then, as a part of our service we promoted the photos on social media, a digital yard sign, plus the promotion as we rode through the neighborhoods to get to the houses. We had info with us on the rig to pass out if people expressed interest.

I pitched the idea for this newspaper story and attended monthly local small business owner lunches to network. I got some clients that way, both for the advertising, and also doing plumbing installation work of the system on a food truck.

Hand drawn & printed on fabric to make riding shirts.

I got the sweet little road bike, refurbished and painted it, in an exchange for some welding work I did for a lady I knew who was building her own little tiny house. I built a frame for her AC unit.

The two carts I adapted. They are built out of electrical conduit tubing, and hacked bike parts.

Colin

At the Oconee County 4th of July festivities promoting the event sponsors. 

Promoting bike life

Colin riding.

 See ya!

Half moon bread recipe on a dark and stormy night

 

3 cups lukewarm water

1/4 cup honey dissolved in the 💦

1Tbsp yeast

Mix, rest 10 - 15

1 egg separated and whisked.

Fold eggs into sponge. 

Rest 30 - 40 min

4 cups flour sifted

Gradually sift flour into sponge & fold to encorporate. 

Beat 100 times.

Fold in 1 Tsp salt & 1 Tbsp oil

Cover & let rise 45 - 70 min

Knead on a floured surface until the

Dough will stretch instead of tear and doesn’t stick to kneading board. 

Divide into 2 & place in an oiled bowl, then invert so the oiled side is facing up. 

*Oil will prevent a crust from forming as the dough rises. *

Cover & let rise 60 - 90 min

Divide each portion into 4 sections on floured board.

Shape each ball by hand then roll out 1/4" thick. 

Brush layers with mixture of melted butter & oil between each one. 

Cut through all 4 layers in strips top to bottom. 

Roll over into itselfd diagonally. 

Form into crescents. 

Cover & let rise 40 - 60 min.

Brush with mixture of remaining oil & 1 beaten egg. 

Bake in 190° C oven 30 - 45 min.

Salvador Dali in St. Petersburg FL

In all my travels I have not ventured down into Florida more than a few times, and I am making preparations to move to the other side of the country in the spring. So a girlfriend and I took a road trip together with our dogs to visit friends in New Smyrna Beach on the east coast of the state & then family in Clearwater on the west coast. How could we not go to the Salvador Dali Museum in St. Petersburg, which houses the largest collection of the artist's work outside of Spain?! Here are a few of my favorites pieces in the permanent collection that were on display...and some close up shots of the incredible technical skill for which he is known.

Enchanted Beach with Three Fluid Graces-1938

The Broken Bridge and the Dream - 1945

The Average Bureaucrat - 1930

I followed the tour only while this painting was being explained since I really don't like guided Museum tours very much. However this piece is so clearly about Dali's father I was curious what he had to say. His father was a notary public, which at the time and place was very much like a lawyer. When Dali struck off on his own in his early twenties his father disowned him. This is a portrait of his father showing him while he is engaged in managing the most intimate affairs of his customers without laying eyes on them, and with no ears to hear. In the distance you can see the tiny figure of the Father and Son, hand in hand which is the only time the two family members ever spent together in relationship. Inside of his father's head are empty thought bubbles... nothing but sand and seashells. Apparently his father was too embarrassed to have a conversation with his son about the birds and the bees and instead would leave lured pamphlets about sex on the grand piano in the family home to be found. This engendered a terror of pianos in the young artist and in his future work pianos are a representation of repressed understanding of our erotic nature. In this painting the piano is present in the long dark black shadow it cast across the right side of the picture.

Shades of Night Descending - 1931

The Ecumenical Council - 1960

Galacidalacidesoxiribunucleicacid - 1963

The Hallucinogenic Toreador - 1969 - 1970

The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory - 1952 - 1954

Vela'zquez Painting the Infanta Marguerita with the Lights and Shadows of His Own Glory

- 1958

This painting in particular memorized me, it is a perfect representation of how I feel when I worked as a figure model.

Dionysus Spitting the Complete Image of Cadaques on the Tip of the Tongue of a Three-Storied Gaudinian Woman - 1958

Slave Market with the Disappearing Bust of Voltaire - 1940

Three Young Surrealist Women Holding in Their Arms the Skins of an Orchestra - 1936

The Weaning of Furniture-Nutrition - 1934

Beigneuse - 1928

The Three Ages - 1940

Atmospheric Skull Sodomizing a Grand Piano - 1934

Fantasies Diurnes - 1931

I found being in the company of this painting very serene.

 

Gala Contemplating the Mediterranean Sea which at Twenty Meters Becomes the Portrait of Abraham Lincoln - Homage to Rothko (Second Version) - 1976

The First Days of Spring - 1929

 

Sentimental Colloquy - 1944

The Front - 1930

Sugar Sphinx - 1933

Standing before Sugar Sphinx was another experience for me of being enveloped in a rendition of my inner world, right before my eyes.

My posture has suffered terribly from so much driving these last few years. My arms are always sticking out in front of my body, which means my shoulders are pushed farther behind my hips than they should be. When I stand I tend to thrust my pelvis forward. I have some mindfulness work to do incorrecting.

On the east coast of the state, just south of Daytona, we visited The Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge, and also Seminole Rest Historic Site.