Asheville Provençale

Morning Glory climbs a wall.

The south of France in Spring? No: Asheville, NC in October. Little surprises that delight.

A Year Ago: Lessons My Cat Has Taught Me: Number 1—It’s A Good Thing You Didn’t Have Kids

Selfie with kitten.I’ve been sick for the last several days and have been spending most of my time in bed…
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Seasonal Leaves

Fuzzy lamb's ears with water droplets.

Not yet the full spectrum of Fall color. No, now we’re having the quiet slide into the dimmest part of the year. The sun’s down at around seven now. The moon glows brighter in the cooler sky. The dew lingers longer, anticipating the arrival of frost.

Autumn is my favorite season, despite the dying of the light. If only we could have Autumn without the inevitability of Winter. I don’t have a lot of good things to say about the cold, the damp chill, the dark and ice of winter.

I wonder why I find myself awake in the middle of the night, wide awake, despite no fault of caffeine and no untoward anxieties. My cat is a croissant of fur and purr, blissfully oblivious to my wakefulness. I envy him his utterly feline ability to tuck himself in and simply sleep.

Two Years Ago: Reflected Glory

Biltmore Estate, Asheville, NCIf you build it, they will come…
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Asheville Pride 2014

It was a beautiful day. A lovely, warm-hearted, cheerful, multi-generational, gently eccentric crowd gathered to celebrate together. The one lone counter-protester was surrounded by a compassionate circle of people affirming the primacy of love and equality.

What a lovely variety of humanity.

I’m proud to be an Ashevillian.

Two Years Ago: Bench & Shadow

Biltmore Estate, Asheville, NCSeeing more shadows than light today, but hoping for a reversal sometime soon…
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Waterrock Knob

Blue Ridge Parkway

What a lovely day! We panted our way up the half-mile trail to the top of Waterrock Knob (second highest point on the Blue Ridge Parkway). The weather was impeccable and the views were lovely. This last segment of the Parkway is incredibly gorgeous. The first image is looking East, back toward Mt. Pisgah.

This view is looking South.

This is looking North, with Maggie Valley below, behind the wildflowers.

Man on wooded path.

Then we went and played some poker at Cherokee. Wins all around, yay!

[Update: You might enjoy reading Bob's take on the day.]

A Year Ago: Masonry

SidewalkI read something yesterday (which I won’t link to because it’s both gratuitously nasty and insane) that reminded me how easy it is to fall into paranoid delusion…
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Cranes and buildings against sky with clouds, Asheville, NC

The Autumnal Equinox has been and gone and we’ve had an essentially instantaneous transition to Fall. Cool, dry, fresh and crisp, blue-skies: BOOM! Autumn!

Everything else, not so much with the clean transitions. Loki’s been ill. Things could be going a whole lot more smoothly with my work. I have a list of to-dos that reaches half-way to the harvest moon.

At the moment, I’m feeling inadequate to just about every task on my plate. I need an incomplete.

A Year Ago: Pole Sitter

Sculpture shadow, Knoxville airport, TNThe Stylites, or pillar-saints, believed that their ascetic practice of fasting, praying, and preaching…
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No Exit

The change of season is happening rapidly. It’s been stormy on and off for days.

My internal weather has been pretty gloomy recently too: hence the appropriately existential photo for today.

This too shall pass.

Yoga Vane

Lululemon Yoga Vane, Asheville, NC

I want to say, on the one hand: TOTALLY ASHEVILLE.
And, on the other hand: TOTALLY NOT ASHEVILLE.

Because yoga vanity.
Because corporate, not crunchy.

I guess, like the arrow, it can point a whole bunch of different ways.

Two Years Ago: Little Cloud

Evening sky with small cloud, Asheville, NCIf you want to be a photographer, you have to be a bit of a stalker…
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Abandoned industrial building, Asheville, NC

The pattern of neglect has yet to be broken.

Why has my photograph habit fallen by the wayside lately? I can think of a few reasons:

  • Technical disappointment. This is a weird one, as I’ve been shooting the same cameras quite happily for a long time now. But photographing that wedding in terrible light just frustrated the heck out of me, and made me realize that I miss photographing people, candidly, in low light. So I’ve been trolling photography sites and jonesing after camera equipment I can’t afford.
  • Other life stuff. The boyfriend, the yard, the real estate work, the friends, the house, the amulets, etc. etc. There seems to be a long list of items ahead in the priority queue these days. Again, not entirely sure why, but some of it has to do with…
  • Feeling stale. I need a visual jolt of some kind: subject matter or purpose or process.

Since neither of these things are susceptible of immediate, obvious remedy, I’ll just do what I’ve always done. Keep looking, photographing when moved to do so. It’s worth noting that I essentially stopped photographing for more than a decade at one point, and then came roaring back. I doubt I’m looking at a similar hiatus.

I’m not going to sweat it and I hope you won’t either. I’m about as happy with today’s picture as I am with any picture I’ve made in a long time. So there’s that!

A Year Ago: Rust Grid

What do you get when you go below the rust belt?…
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Happy Birthday To Me

Foam residue on beer glass.

What a strange birthday. I woke unaccountably early and spent most of it by myself, as Bob is off gallivanting around the UK with his family.

My obsession with the events in Ferguson, MO had me following the #Ferguson hashtag like a crazy woman most of the day. Eventually I puked up a Facebook post on the subject.

Without a police force that is accountable to elected officials who represent their interests, a community is at the mercy of a militarized police force. The prioritization of property over persons, the willingness to respond with massive escalation (indeed “overkill” is the germane term), and the disregard for the fundamental, constitutionally guaranteed rights of assembly and free speech being shown by authorities in Ferguson is terrifying.

Then I went out into the yard and yanked a bunch of objectionable plants out of the dirt until I was hot and sweaty and had had enough.

I showered and decided that spending the entire day alone was not a good idea, so went along to my bi-weekly Monday night discussion group, where the topic was morality. I had a beer, some excellent onion rings, and a darned good conversation. I came home to a birthday card mailed in a timely fashion by Bob to arrive today. Thank you, sweetheart.

I can hope for the company of Loki a little later this evening and the blessing of a quiet mind ready for a good night’s sleep.

Two Years Ago: Hickory Nut Falls

Chimney Rock Falls, NCThe updating will all have to wait…
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Where The Weeds Grow

Weeds and graffiti, Asheville, NC

Apparently the weeds grow *here*. Welcome to my corner of the world wide cobweb.

I’m looking at the calendar trying to figure out why I haven’t managed to post a thing in weeks. I think I’ve been really busy, but I’m not at all clear on why I haven’t managed to scrape together a blog entry.

So here, have some metaphorically meaningful weeds. I’ll try to be a better caretaker going forward.

A Year Ago: Relic

Industrial stuff at the top of Mt. Pisgah, NCSome people object to the transmission tower atop Mt. Pisgah…
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