Wednesday, August 09, 2017


It is always hard to know which orientation of the canvas was intended by the artist.

 Guess it may be all about how many times you can pass by it hanging in your abode without tiring of it.

I find more interest and possibility in the more abstract of art; seems I can see more in it each time.

  I once blogged the question "what is art" :   Found it!

Thursday, December 08, 2016

Old Metal Stuff

Girl and I on 1939 tractor which a neighbor and I restored from rusty condition on one of the wheels, and painted. Another close neighbor died and gave it to me 15 years ago.

One had to rotate the flywheel by hand there on the left to get the 2 cylinder to start.  It usually popped right off since there are petcock reliefs on the cylinders to allow  reduced pressure in the cylinders whilst starting.

We don't farm, so don't know what to do with it except maybe haul firewood, pull a dead tree, or drag someone out of a muddy/ snowy road.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Home Sweet Home

The Wind

I am done with everything but this business
of recalling what is human --
faint letterings insane, this burning leaf
or a curtain blooming in a still room --
all I know of eternity.  How it burns me, how borderless I become in the wind

Evaporating like the sweat on fingers
 and blown blindly over the blind ocean --
 no mark will tell the wind of my presence
 my feet will fail to remember you
dancing in a dark room
O my love how how the windows shudder.

 ( by Alison Croggon (I owe her a Quarter for this))

I hesitate writing about these old leavings:  sad  places now -- once filled with smells, sounds, livings, dyings, happiness, dancing, music, all of the living passed and over now.
 From a plat map I have seen, the land on which this house stands has been in the McCall family since 1856 Callaway County, central Missouri when  a lot of the population were black slaves and probably lived in a part of the house.  Hard to tell how long the house has stood without going through an abstract search.

This another leaving of a Doctor Offitt of Readsville, Missouri who practiced about the turn of the centeury and died  in 1903.  Going to rack and ruin-- a good roof helps keep it up.  I think that this was
the waiting/operating room since there was a drug room with shelves way in the back.  ( There are four structures still there)

This seems like the living quarters, still in pretty good shape with nice wood trim inside and a pump house out back.

This a newer place abandoned a few miles to the East of Readsvlle.  I am told the family raised 3 kids on 40 acres here probably in the 40's or 50's.  It is being kept up by, I guess, some of the kids or hired out (grass is kept cut).
In the past,  Sears sold house kits -- this may have been one of them:

Barn and out buildings across the road.

The old places still survive.

 People are gone, except in memories.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Beyond Normal

                      "The Kiss of the Muse"  by Paul Cezanne

Turns out there are nine Greek Muses, daughters of Zeus.  Each involved with a different aspect of inspiration as follows:  I suspect the muse depicted in the painting may be Calliope or Clio, patrons of epic poetry and writing.

Here they are frolicking about as muses are wont to do.
Sit down, stay quiet and one may visit you.