Monthly Archives: August 2013
Thursday Morning
Fourth morning I’ve walked this week. I no longer qualify as an inert blob of stuff. But it wasn’t a particularly great walk…lovely out of course between 6 and 7 am…but I felt a bit lethargic. Still, I wasn’t inert.
Didn’t have the energy to look for skunks so here’s a photo of cyclists instead.
Wild Life Photographer Me
No such thing as too many duck photos.
Wednesday morning was exciting–a new duck photo AND a blurry skunk. Life is on track. Walking walking walking…
I’ll track him down and make him stand still for a better shot … next week.
Big Bird Therapy
Walking in the morning is good; but I don’t get the full effect until I see my big birds. From this morning’s photo op…
Last Friday Night
Since my “art life” is no longer all about dance, Albuquerque’s visual arts world is back on my agenda. So Friday night I gallery-hopped; first to County Commissioner Maggie Hart Stebbins office at One Civic Plaza for a reception for Christian Gallegos and his “Walk With Me” exhibit. Commissioner Stebbins hosts a new arts exhibit several times a year which is a brilliant idea—it is not always easy to get elected officials, bureaucrats or the rest of us to pay attention to the talented artists in our midst.
Artist Christian Gallegos
Artist Bruce Warren Davis
I hopped’ on to the Zendo Espresso Bar & Art Gallery on Second Street. What a perfect urban art space, unfinished and finished in just the right proportion. The opening was for Bruce Warren Davis, green architect and accomplished artist. He makes complicated work that initially appears simple, especially my favorite of greeny waves and slashes. I should do this more often.
Plant Life
Five mornings this week. That’s my goal in the battle between Inertia and Me. Let’s see who wins.
INERTIA 0; ME 1
Took that walk this morning—the test walk to see whether I could overcome the dreaded inertia. I went for the full cure, the walk and a Valencia Orange Refresher on the way to work. I have felt so very fine ever since.
There is a choice of pathways near the river: ditch bank, ponds, bicycle path, or the actual Bosque. This morning I walked the ditch, all smooth from new grading and greening nicely on the slope. Albuquerque would be transformed with a few weeks of daily moisture. But then it wouldn’t be the desert southwest would it?
Ditch Pictures:
INERTIA
Tuesday morning I took a medium-brisk walk past monsoon-green lawns, happy flowers, playful ducks and a Rio Grande energized with fresh rainwater. I returned feeling sane and healthy. Then I chastised myself for being guilty of the 8th deadly sin—inertia. Otherwise more of my mornings would be just like Tuesday, wouldn’t they?
The first seven deadly sins are bad enough (wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony) but I’m past the age of temptation. Inertia though—that is a problem. I study synonyms—inactivity, apathy, torpor, lethargy and indolence—they’re not me! So prove it tomorrow morning.
My camera is teasing me.
TODAY 