Fray: WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

December 2013

December 2013

Must confess self finds the theme of this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge a tad — shall we say — vague: FRAY.

She decided to think of the challenge as “fray” as in frayed material or frayed thread. Hence, the Christmas angel, whose skirt is made out of thin, frayed hemp.

Another from December 2013

Another from December 2013

Below is a detail of the Miami Holocaust Memorial in Miami’s South Beach, one of the most powerful holocaust memorials she’s ever seen. Self realizes it’s quite a contrast: Christmas decorations and concentration camps. But, this whole blog is about contrasts, isn’t it?

Miami Holocaust Memorial, South Beach, November 2013: Frayed Flesh

Miami Holocaust Memorial, South Beach, November 2013: Frayed Flesh

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Silhouette 2: Westwood Village, Los Angeles/ Son’s Room in Redwood City, A Museum of Absence

Boba Loca, Westwood Village, Saturday Afternoon:  The window facing the street is lined with bookshelves.

Boba Loca, Westwood Village, Saturday Afternoon: The window facing the street is lined with bookshelves.

Still in Boba Loca: The laptop of the young woman sitting across from me had a cover adorned with a silhouette of the New York City skyline.

Still in Boba Loca: The laptop of the young woman sitting across from me had a cover adorned with a silhouette of the New York City skyline.

Son's Room in Redwood City is like a museum -- a museum of absence. He built this K'Nex structure when he was 9. Took him about an hour.

Son’s Room in Redwood City is like a museum — a museum of absence. He built this K’Nex structure when he was 9. Took him about an hour.

Texture 3: Negros Occidental, Dear Departed Dad’s Home Province

This week’s WordPress Daily Post Photo Challenge is “to share a texture found in an unexpected place.” Self took all the pictures below in Dear Departed Dad’s home province in the Philippines, a place where private residences teem with the unexpected and the fantastic. The old homes are veritable museums.

J & L Marañon House, Bacolod: Would you believe, this is a private residence?

J & L Marañon House, Bacolod: Would you believe, this is a private residence? Representations of ancient Greek gods and goddesses sit cheek by jowl with effigies of Roman Catholic saints, even a recreation of the Pieta.

Window Blinds, Bacolod

Textured Window Blinds, Bacolod, Negros Occidental

Kitchen Floor, Gaston House, Manapla, Negros Occidental

Kitchen Floor, Gaston House, Manapla, Negros Occidental

Zigzag 4: WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

For today, self decided to focus on gestures of the human body:  bent elbows, bent knees, and so forth.  Because the human body, too, can be sort of zigzagg-y!

So, here’s what she came up with — in terms of the human body bending etc — from her various peregrinations:

The Red Mosque, Old New Delhi, After Prayers:  January 2012

The Red Mosque, Old New Delhi, After Prayers: January 2012

Niece G and Self, after a reading in the San Francisco Main Library:  September 2009

Niece G and Self, after a reading in the San Francisco Main Library: September 2009 (Funny:  Self JUST noticed the bent elbows of the model on the street posters behind!)

Street Musician, Venice, April 2013

Street Musician, Venice, April 2013

Like the elbows theme, dear blog readers?

Self loves how having the prompt makes her look at photographs she’d never ordinarily have thought to post here!

Stay tuned.

Relic 3: Vicenza, April 2013

The craziest things self has ever done, she’s done in the last three years.

Which just goes to show: aging is an adventure!

Last spring, self decided to share an apartment in Venice with Margarita Donnelly, retired managing editor of Calyx Press.

One of her side trips was to Vicenza. The birthplace of Antonio Pigafetta (chronicler of Ferdinand Magellan’s expedition to the Philippines), whose family home still stands.

She learned that Vicenza was also the birthplace of the architect Palladio.

And the whole city was like a de Chirico construct.

Until she dropped by the Teatro Olimpico, and found this little garden, full of tumbled statuary.  Which is so NOT de Chirico.

In self’s book, tumbled statuary = RELIC.

Herewith, the Garden of Found Objects, Just Before the Main Entrance to the Teatro Olimpico in Vicenza:

The Garden of the Teatro Olimpico, Vicenza

The Garden of the Teatro Olimpico, Vicenza

Statuary by -- Who knows?  These sorts of objects litter every Italian garden.

Statuary by — Who knows? These sorts of objects litter every Italian garden.

Again, self knows nothing about the creator of this sculpture.  It is definitely OLD.

Again, self knows nothing about the creator of this sculpture. All she knows is, it is definitely OLD.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Contrasts 10: Still in Squaw Valley

Still mostly working on photographing the contrast between sunlight and shadow.

Squaw Valley is amazingly beautiful, even without snow.

The Village, Early Morning:  Sunlight and Shadow

The Village, Early Morning: Sunlight and Shadow

From My Balcony

View From the Balcony of Self’s Unit

And now for something completely different:  Self was fascinated by this woman’s hair (and also her striped knit cardigan).  The woman sat directly in front of self during the Tom Barbash/Christine Meldrum/Mark Childress/Amy Tan reading, a few nights ago:

A member of the audience during the Barbash, Meldrum, Childress, Tan Reading the Other Night

A member of the audience during the Barbash, Meldrum, Childress, Tan Reading the Other Night

Loving it here.  Every moment.

Stay tuned.

 

Contrasts 9: Squaw Valley, the Mountains and the Plains

Self is overwhelmed.  She’s here in Squaw Valley, in the Village, which is in a basin between tall peaks.  She’s never experienced anything like it.

She’s here for the annual Squaw Valley Writers Conference.  She’s been hearing about it for so many years.  This year, she decided to bite the bullet and go.

Her story’s being workshopped tomorrow.

Contrast in Picture # 1:  The Valley and the Peak.  Just —  amazing.

The Village at Squaw Valley

The Village at Squaw Valley. The cable car brings guests to a peak where there is a lake with — she’s been told — ice-cold water.

She rode up with Heather from Benicia, who’s an absolutely skillful driver and got us here in under three hours, without making a single wrong turn.

Contrast in Picture # 2:  The point-y trees and the rounded hills?  The mountains and the plains?

This is the view from the back of self's unit, in The Meadows.

This is the view from the back of self’s unit, in The Meadows.

Contrast in Picture # 3:  The sunlight and the shade.

Her unit has a balcony.  This was the view mid-afternoon, yesterday:

The view from self's unit in the Meadows. Like that stack of firewood? If only it were cool enough to make a fire feasible!

The view from self’s unit in the Meadows. Like that stack of firewood? If only it were cool enough to make lighting a fire feasible!

This place must be absolutely stupendous in the winter, when the peaks are covered in snow.

The altitude here is something like 62,000 feet.

Last night, walking back after the last talk of the evening, she and her roommate got lost.  But it’s only about a 10-minute walk!

She’s been writing; she’s so happy.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Contrasts 3: WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

Contrasts:  Light and Dark . . .

2nd floor, Farmyard Cottage, Tyrone Guthrie Centre at Annaghmakerrig

2nd floor, Farmyard Cottage, Tyrone Guthrie Centre at Annaghmakerrig, May 2014

Son's Room. The painting was done for $20 by an artist in Great America, Santa Clara. Son was six or seven.

Son’s Room. The painting was done for $20 by an artist in Great America, Santa Clara. Son was six or seven.  He’s wearing a San Francisco Giants cap.

Contrasts:  Youth and Age . . .

A Bookshelf in the Main House at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre at Annaghmakerrig, Ireland

A Bookshelf in the Main House at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre at Annaghmakerrig, Ireland

The people in the photograph must long have passed away, but their image endures (Love the crease in the photograph itself:  makes the photograph seem very fragile).

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

 

Between 4: WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

This week’s photo challenge is “Between.”

Here are two shots self took today, because she was thinking of the challenge:

Claremont, CA:  Downtown Farmer's Market

Claremont, CA: Downtown Farmer’s Market

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Self loves the apple cider and always gets some every time she visits son.

She’s also bought things from the spice vendor.  And Jennie gets hummus and other salads from a Mediterranean food vendor.

Self decided to throw in a picture from when she was doing a residency in the Tyrone Guthrie Centre, in May.  She was looking for shots of “between” that represented actual spatial demarcations:  between stalls at a farmers market or between walls or between earth and sky.  She looked through a whole lot of her Ireland pictures before settling on this one.  She was going to say it was an example of “between earth and sky.”  But now she thinks, not really.  It’s more of the way sunlight breaks through the clouds on a typical Irish spring day.

From a Farmyard Cottage in the Tyrone Guthrie Centre, Annaghmakerrig, County Monaghan, Ireland

From a Farmyard Cottage in the Tyrone Guthrie Centre, Annaghmakerrig, County Monaghan, Ireland

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Between 2: WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

BETWEEN is a very interesting photo challenge.

Thank you, Broken Light Collective, for coming up with the theme.

Below, three takes:

The Tyrone Guthrie Centre at Annaghmakerrig:  the hallway leading to the music studio on the top floor of the main house

The Tyrone Guthrie Centre at Annaghmakerrig: the hallway leading to the music studio on the top floor of the main house: Narrow Space Between Walls

The Pedestrian Walkway Spanning the Thames Just Behind the Globe Theatre in London's South End

Between Two Riverbanks:  The Pedestrian Walkway Spanning the Thames Just Behind the Globe Theatre in London’s South End

Extreme Close-up of a page of a story about an American Soldier in Iraq in the New Yorker

Between Two People:  Letter to a member of the Armed Forces serving in Iraq (Luke), showing what happens when it is almost 100% redacted (Letter was in a New Yorker short story)

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