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WINDSHIELD ART
Rain on car windows, train window, any windows at all always always results in fluidly mysterious works of art.
More Rain
What am I supposed to complain about if we have rain every day? Bah Humbug…it won’t last! But for now it is splendid, brilliant, beautiful, life affirming wet rain. So because I’m a pitiful moisture starved New Mexican I took pictures of rain from my front porch.
Three raindrops on cactus.
Three raindrops on other leaves.
Out Front. Getting Dark.
Sneaky Rain
It’s risky to take a Sunday afternoon nap…might be just the moment or seven it rains.
On its way out. Even dead trees are beautiful against a rain-logged sky.
Had my plant on the porch, like taking your dog for a walk. She/he/it had never felt rain before.
Rain
Rain during the night I think and for two or three hours this morning. Granted, not a drenching rain, nevertheless for Albuquerque it was substantial—as in I could see many drops of water on my shirt after walking from my car into work.
Of course I took pictures. Kind of like obsessively taking pictures of your food whether it’s bad or not. And of course I must share even though they represent very bad photography because why else would Al Gore have created the internet. Whatever happened to Al Gore anyway?
Told you…
Back-up Evidence.
Long Weekends
FROM WORK. A sculpture sort of. Can you tell I don’t work for an insurance company?
Long weekends are the best reason for working (besides the money of course). Regular weekends just give you a hint of the good life in which you can create or veg out or garden or have time for an art/sporting event or sleep late or…. Vacations take a lot of work both at work and planning and checking the tires or downloading the tickets. Sick days, especially if you’re not that sick, carry that tinge of guilt and if you’re really sick, well what a waste of perfectly good time off.
We hung a new piece in our lobby today. Can hardly notice it among the other subdued colors?
But long weekends are the best. Free Time. All the regular weekend stuff can happen and then there is that Extra. Day. Off.  Demands no planning, no guilt. Not enough extra time to accomplish anything important so you may as well watch 13 episodes of House of Cards or read an entire Swedish crime novel or cook that thing you’ve kept the recipe for that will require you to drink at least half a bottle of wine during the prep.
I, on the other hand, must write write write for my class—which makes me a UCLA student, nose to the grindstone over a long weekend, but feeling smart and self-righteous and ever so literate. And cooking a new polenta tomato thing and drinking the wine goes nicely with writing.
Happy Long Weekend.
Tuesday Morning
Rainbow at night, Sailors’ delight: Rainbow in the morning, Sailors take warning.
 
 
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