Back to Kindergarten

Had to give Paint a further try.
Now I've got myself wanting a drawing pad and stylus.


It's somewhat childish...
shouldn't be at all deluded.


But it's right at hand and worth the effort.
I mean I shouldn't delude myself as to any talent.


Don't think they look bad at all.
For first attempts.


Yet it can be most exacting.
Something to do while waiting on downloads.

Dreamy Draw Sun Up

My sleep schedule got discombobulated.
Since the weekend, I've been nocturnal.
Resolved to get with the day people.
Stayed up all night. Got out before sunrise.

Caught the radical rays in the Dreamy Draw.


No dreams for me today... this will have to do.


Oh yeah; I'd rather shoot it than climb it.


There is a good bicycle trail too - paved.


Drove around the mountain.


Climbed 1/10th of Piestewa Peak.


The trail upward. Most of it in pretty bad (hazardous) shape.


Here's as far as I go.


And back down for the obligatory saguaro.



Glad to be able to modify images when detail hard to capture.

From here, what did I do but go to the health club and a treadmill.
Haven't climbed old Squaw Peak in fifteen years.
Suppose I might make that a goal of sorts.
Sorry... the list is quite full. How's about better pictures?

Blue Stream

As much as I'd like to be floating downriver, upriver comes this.
Sunday night... middle of nowhere... what's going on?

Fortunately, we've got a coffeeplace open 'til midnight.
Here for the WiFi... just downloaded some books from library.

About Time

Finally had a good downpour the other night.
The first of the oleanders is blooming.


The rest are pink, red and yellow.
Don't think they'll all go off until spring.


Went back to the manual to see how to lessen the white glare.
Counter-intuitively... set the idiot-proofing dial to "cloudy."


Would look better had I set ISO 200 instead of 50.
The fresco feature in Photobucket enhances detail and transparency.

Klezmerites?

OK. Klezmer. The Janissaries meet Yiddish swing meets Romani.
Jewish wedding music auf Mitteleuropa. Something different.
Lost Leaf the only place in town I know to showcase such.
And a different sort of place it is.


Walked in and there you go... Gypsies.


Caspian Hat Dance. More Balkan than Klezmer. No clarinet.
Crowd into it. Got the floor bouncing; some Lubavitchers grooving.


Playing the street urchin to the hilt, I guess.


Intense rhythm. Driving tempo. Not too many changes.


Owe it to the tambourine man. Vocals sounded Romani.


All around some body's got a thing for La Escuela Lacrimosa.
Frankly, I just don't see it selling to this clientele.
Can't say that I'm at all taken by the genre.
Awfully drear. Here's to the iconoclasts.

Hope the band finds a laundry.

Where to now?

Got so wrapped up the game is over.
DBacks win. No banter from Metsies.

Klezmer @ Lost Leaf.
I'm hooked. We'll be there.

Saw the Lithuanian woman.
Space between. Too bad.

Texture

Nothing better to do, some exercise upon an exercise.
Much tedium involved in futzing with settings...
all from the hip, more or less. Cloudy. Tuesday.
Not much going on. DBacks winning; headed to watch.

These were freely processed using PhotoBucket features.


A cliché... looking for grain.


And gnarlies.


The fresco touch on a shaved palm.


Another palm.


Sequestered trash.


Cartooning enhances detail.


Another fresco. Better than I thought it could be.


Industrial glyphs.


More walls.


These must be air charges for some tool. Not happy with this.


Used the Blueprint feature.


Heat Map... effect makes up for lack of focal acuity.


Alright but could be better.


Stucco is stucco is stucco.


Worst thing about this place are wires everywhere.


Walking, talking ubiquity.


Getting further into the application.


Went to fiddle further with this and crashed.
So that's why they prefer Apple.

Bring up the weather.

Jupiter continues shining and the humidity has disintegrated.
Though I normally don't want to know the temp, it's cooled off.
Would have gone for a hike or something but have toothache.
Have to see a dentist tomorrow. Will it stay "cool?" Nope.

On account of discomfort, sleep schedule disrupted.
Haven't been watching the DBacks. Just as well.
After a pretty good streak, they lose three straight.
Mets coming in tomorrow. Pain-free, I'll be up for that.

Yeow... just hit me... could have asked that woman to go to game.

More Horsemen

Ran into a beautiful woman with whom I've minimal acquaintance.

Very bright as well, and very busy. You don't want to "impose."
You'd like to converse, but they're on the phone or texting... busy.
So, after a couple of brief encounters, do you ask her to dinner?

I don't think so; she just took off from the coffeeplace we frequent.
When will I see her again? Do I have to haunt the place? Are you nuts?
From Lithuania. I tried to "relate" insofar as whatever I've gleaned...

that only from reading. And such as Alexander Nevsky. She's seen it!

Suppose it might have been conducive if I'd've remembered her name.
Needed to be reminded. As she was leaving. I'd better not forget.
Told her about reading about all the fights on the plains.
The Steppe through the Ukraine, up Poland to Lithuania.

And one book (the search is on) about a questioned provenance.

Read it a while ago. Gave some history of old Greater Lithuania.

Now much diminished; after the Mongols, the Turks, the Teutons.
Mentioned it to her, before I could find book. Then she was gone.

There's some controversy as to whether Rembrandt painted it -
the alternative being that one of the apprentices in his shop did.
Anyway, of a horsey theme. Something I was thinking of otherwise.
The Paint previously presented reminds me of my Uncle Jack.



He was NYPD Mounted. The stables were in Central Park.
I could always go to Manhattan and count on seeing him.
Posted Midtown mostly... "Where's Times Square?" "You're in it."
He always led the St. Patrick's Day Parade down Fifth Avenue.

Neighborhood Piece

Up the block and around the corner a fellow has a unique yard.


It's along the walk to the park with my dog and always delightful.

Clarification

After making this post, it behooves me to state a rationale.
Obama is somebody who takes everything politically and personally.
That's le raison d'être of the Marxist.

In his particular case, the untimely and unfortunate deaths of his Marxist parents, whose demise he blames "us" for, are to be avenged. That's how the absurdity reduces as far as I'm concerned.

The craven "Democrats" have hitched their wagon to a disaster.

God save the Republic.

The Other West

This just on point.

Once called in with neuralgia...
how non-specific can one get?

"One pain in the arse, he is."


Stopped into Finnegan's. TBA was playing. Strong voice, simple tunes.
Have seen him around and meant to ask his name, but put it off.
Gone hoping there'd be a band; they must all be playing Whiskey Row.
"I would if I could." said Himself. TBA did play a crowd favorite.

Dinna wanna stray far from home.
Dinna wanna make a spectacle of meself.
Dinna wanna drink. Took another shot.
Do these look like the genuine articles?