Monthly Archives: January 2013
How to know you’ve gone crazy with the picture-taking:
1. You stand in the bathtub to take a picture of the hotel bathroom, because you “like all the shades of white.”
2. Really? That wasn’t enough evidence to convince you?
the Holland Hotel
In November 2011, my writing group (her name is Jenifer) and I went to Marathon, Texas, for a few days. We went to write – we ARE a writing group! – and maybe drink some wine. One day, we took a break from that rigorous schedule and headed over to Alpine for the afternoon. Naturally, while we were in Alpine, we found a bar. A really nice one, called the Saddle Club. We sat outside on their patio, and (between margaritas) I took a picture of a couple of chairs that had been made into a bench:
And then, just last week, my friend (her name is Martha) came out from Washington DC and we spent a few days in Alpine. The first morning we were there, I took my camera and walked down the alley taking pictures, which probably doesn’t surprise any of you. I wasn’t that familiar with the alleys in Alpine, and was never sure what businesses I was walking behind. And then this happened: I saw those exact chairs from the other trip, only this time they were broken, abandoned in the alley:
photographed 11.12.11 and 1.18.13
Even artists have to buy toothpaste and detergent and gum. And, when they do, I assume they head straightaway to the Dollar General store, on the east side of town.
But unless they happened to be walking around back, they missed the composition of lines from the metal building and the carts which were reflected in a puddle.
Hello, and welcome to Curmudgeon Day here at the blog. It’s a day when I confess how much I hate a few common English terms.
First of all, I can’t stand it when people say “We’re pregnant.” It’s just too precious for my taste.
I hate the word “veggies.” I can’t say why, but I just do.
But mostly, I hate the term “bucket list.” If I were in charge, the only person allowed to reference a “bucket list” would be the owner of this shop, when he or she is preparing an order for new buckets.
* Sorry if I offended anyone. Maybe “offending readers of my blog” is on MY bucket list…..