Day 2953: Pardon my sentimentality.

"Brickwall": old photo, collage, acrylic & digital.

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Moody today. Not actually moody but sentimental.

Twenty-five years ago my baby and her love

were married. And their love for each other is

even stronger now than those young & restless days. 

And I thought of their engagement dinner. 

 

It was  Erin's 21st birthday, so that was the pretense 

of the lovely dinner at Las Brisas in Laguna Beach.

Bassel invited his parents, Erin's Dad, me, and my Dad. 

We all knew his intent to propose, but Erin did not. 

The restaurant knew as well and gave us a prime table. 

His plan was to propose at the dessert course, but

he was so nervous, he got down on one knee after salads.

The very full restaurant became quiet as if they wanted to

hear as well. There were tears at our table, but also

at nearby tables. It was so sweet and perfect.

When she accepted and he placed the ring, 

the entire restaurant applauded. 

It all comes back to me now, so many years later as

they are dining there this evening.

Pardon my sentimentality.

Just because ...

(Happy) Owl

• A 6-minute video, inside an art journal, here.

•  A 1-1/2 minute video, morning musings, here.

•  A 2-minute video, approaches to journals, here.

A smile for Thursday ...

The two rocks at Ise, known collectively as Meoto Iwa 

(the wedded rocks), represent Izanagi and Izanami, 

the married deities who created Japan and kami, 

according to Shinto mythology. The larger rock, 

about 30 feet tall, embodies Izanagi, the male, 

while the smaller rock, standing around 12 feet, 

is the female Izanami.

Together forever, no matter.


 

Day 2888: A revisit to the amazing Liquid Shard art installation.

"Balance": junk mail collage.

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This is a re-post from August 7, 2016, and is one of my favorites.

I read about the Liquid Shard & had to go!

I texted a photo to Grandhunk # 3 and asked  ...

if he wanted to go Saturday & have lunch at Olvera Street?

He said yes. Actually, he said "sure, I'll ask Mom!"

 A few minutes later, a text from WW saying...

"I'll go and can drive."

Win, win & triple win in WW's car!

An hour, twenty minutes in traffic & we were there!

I love LA! The buildings, the street art, the energy. 

Pershing Square, is a public park in downtown LA. 

One square block, bounded by 5th, 6th , Hill & Olive Streets.

 It's atop a huge underground parking garage, where WW parked.

And there it was, a mesmerizing kinetic sculpture comprised of ...

  

thousands of silver streamers, 

actually holographic mylar strips,  an eerie humming sound,

stretching 15,000 sq ft. across the park ...

rising & falling like some kind of mystical giant, 
hovering & slithering through the wind. 

  

The project, titled Liquid Shard, is the work of Patrick Shearn, president and co-founder of art collective Poetic Kinetics, who teamed up with AA Visiting School Los Angeles design program. 

The dazzling installation, which is strung up from
the postmodern park’s purple bell tower, 
will be on view through August 11.

 

It's hard for pictures to do justice, so if time allows, 

the 2 minute video  here, has Keith Kurlander 
exploring the installation. Music by IdIoT-SaVanT.

 Or, I have posted some shorter videos of the shard 

on my Instagram account:  http://instagram.com/jlonginc

Great memories of a special day.

•  A 1-min. a sweet video of 4 yr.old boy singing Bob Marley, here.

• A 4-min. inspiring video by Claire Crosby & her Dad, here.

• A 3- min. video Liquid Shard installation, LA, August 2016, here.

Smiles for Tuesday ...

 

 

 

Day 2361: Teaching an old dog new tricks!

face 28L digital collage of 3 acrylic paintings.

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Last December, (here) my family spoiled me with a new 

iPad Pro & pencil. This is an amazing tool, and though I am 

semi-Apple knowledgeable, this one has a learning curve. 

I have watched youtube videos galore, and GH#1is awesome.

 I want to be able to maximize the benefits of this beauty.  

I want to be able to also use the new guy when I travel. 

 I made an appointment for an iPhone & iPad intermediate class.

I chose Apple South Coast Plaza. Classes are an hour and free.

I have never been in an empty Apple Store.

I got there early, and stood behind a class already in progress.

It's a good thing, because once my class started 

there was no time for photos. I knew some of it, I learned new 

things and will sign up for more in the very near future. 

I may graduate to the genius bar, for individual help.

Next I headed to my favorite store, next door ...

they had a 50% off sale and I had two gift cards 

burning a hole in my pocket.

 

Let's just say they are no longer in my pocket. 

By then I had sorta worked up an appetite, so ... 

I ordered a hot green tea and ...

 only with pepper jack cheese instead of Swiss & a side salad.

I knew you'd be curious, right? 

Then home to work on this blog, as I will be gone tonight.

and will cover tonights event tomorrow. 

Hope you can come back by?

In the "too good not to share" department ...

My Cousin Katha, posted this gem today

and I knew I had to share.

The History of 'APRONS'

I don't think our kids know what an apron is. The principle use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.
From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids..
And when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms.
Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.
Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.
In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.
When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.
Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about Grandma's aprons.
REMEMBER:
Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.
They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.
I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron - but love
---Hawk Seeker of Truth---

Special, right?

A smile for Saturday ...