Tag: scenic views from the 20th century

  • "There are no small roles…"

    "There are no small roles…"

    Bon Air Hotel View On White Out of nowhere, H.o.p. said, “There are no small roles, only small actors, right?” I don’t know what he had been thinking about that led up to this question/announcement this afternoon. But he was checking with me to make sure this philosophy was right, which one could tell from…

  • Columbia River 1991, at Richland

    This is a view of the Columbia River from the riverside park at Richland, March 1991. And that’s me. It was bright blue skies and sun shining only a few minutes beforehand. A dust storm was riding in. Weather can change very quickly there. This is an “I’m standing in front of the Columbia River…

  • Old postcard of Columbia River

    Old postcard of the Columbia River. Reads, Columbia river separating Oregon and Washington. Scene shows vista house at Crown Point with express highway and Mighty Columbia River. No date. Extremely faded. Didn’t toy with it much, just bringing out a few colors. Didn’t see any point laboring over major color adjustments. For comparison, here are…

  • Climbing trees

    One of H.o.p.’s cousins has a tree house, as does PBS’ Arthur, and H.o.p. has decided he wants one. He has just done a sketch of a tree house, “It has an art gallery, there, and a play room.” At first I thought it was only intended to be an imaginary tree house but no,…

  • Lotsa Poppa

    I noted yesterday that Marty played for years with singer Lotsa Poppa. Mostly at Blind Willie’s but also at such clubs as the venerated Royal Peacock, and the Libra Ballroom, on the same bill as people lilke Bobby “Blue” Bland. I used to have the greatest rainbow-colored posters of those dates but one day had…

  • Stupid lost skills department

    I’m wondering tonight about idiosyncratic skills people pick up naturally and what might belong or have belonged to some individuals reading. The second place Marty and I lived after we were married was a second floor in a house that had a screened porch. We had no air conditioning of course, the house was ancient…

  • King Coal

    Many years ago a guy showed up in our lives, a musician, had the art side of it all down cold, played in an Athens-Atlanta band but wasn’t really too much a part of the music scene, who hired my husband to engineer and produce some of his redos of Johnny Cash songs. He had…

  • The grandparents of the Power Puff Girls

    The grandparents of the Power Puff Girls are those big-eyed waif pictures from the 60s and 70s that went so well with Tang, the space-age powdered orange drink choice of astronauts. The prototype were those painted by Margaret Keane, and despite the cutesy factor, the world looked cold for those parentless children. When I was…

  • Friday former cat blogging

    Friday former cat blogging

    Below is Woody (Woodrow). Back in the late 1970s, a Scottish singer Marty was working with gave us a call to tell us someone they knew had a couple of 3-day-old kittens on their hands, the mom had given birth and run off promptly so they were looking for someone to take care of the…

  • King Mill and the Golden Cherry

    King Mill and the Golden Cherry

    King Mill and canal, Augusta, Ga. 1970s Marty worked briefly at the King cotton mill after we were married but I didn’t take pics of the mill until after he’d worked there. Across the canal from it was the bulk of the cotton mill neighborhood, the worst part of which, the tenements lining the street,…

  • Fierce pumpkins and happy cactus

    First, a distant relation in Kansas sent me this link with a Flash on How to carve a pumpkin like a pro. I knew there would be a punch line but I didn’t know what. H.o.p. came running up behind me, “What game is that?!” I told him, “How to carve a pumpkin like a…

  • Thumbs Carllile

    With a nod to Dharma Bums who got me started thinking about it. Rexroth’s Daughter wrote a beautiful post on the how and why she is a collector of handshakes and her passion for it is a beautiful one unsullied by dropping-name ambitions, each handshake opening to the worlds of those others and the people…