Shape made of movement

Today I Saw

I came across this blog today--and find the artist's (a woman named Jill Wignall) manner of combining drawing with everyday life and human connection utterly delightful and inspiring.   What a treasure it would be to receive one of these drawings in the mail!!!

3 instances of space and quiet (from yesterday)

1. After Chris and Alex left for school, I took Benny on his morning walk. We cover a four mile loop every day. I love the walk as much as he does because I'm moving steadily and I can be quiet.

2. Just a bit ago I listened to Terry Gross interview the editor of Ted Kennedy's new memoir--out today. Apparently one of the reasons Kennedy loved sailing was because he could be completely alone.

3. At lunch I read the first chapter of Haruki Murakami's book on running and writing; he says, As I run I tell myself to think of a river. And clouds. But essentially I'm not thinking of a thing. All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence.

Sketchbook, Monday Afternoon

Out and about/or sightings by the flaneur of Climax

A very pointed view of the world at 7:38pm, last evening

I love watching my son take pictures.

Last evening, just prior to bed, he asked me to turn the camera on for him as he wanted to take a couple pictures.

He took a picture of the screen on our window, the letter magnets on our fridge, a lot of the dog, me drinking a glass of water. And then I watched him open up the microwave so he could take a picture of its inside.

That's what you see here, in the second image--the inside of our microwave. All this happened at about 7:38pm; he took a picture of the clock too.

Alexander's picture making bonanza occurred after a slew of sock-it-to-your-mom-the-supposed-artist moments. While I was making dinner he wandered into the kitchen with three just-made drawings; on each page was a string of his letters (which are a brilliant conglomeration of "accurate" letters and letters Alex has made up on the path toward learning his letters). Each drawing/string of letters was the name of a lost dog.

Every artist needs a four year old child to talk to with frequency.

Grey, Black and White

Benny--our sweet dog, ours for only about a month now.

Notable Methods of Order (striking in the apparent informality)

Red and Green

Visual Story, August 25th

In uploading my images this morning, I liked the grouping of these--all taken on the 25th of August (some by me, some be Chris) in the order they are arranged.