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An addendum to yesterday’s post involving the cherry seeding machine; here are additional acquisitions from the same trip to Pennsylvania: primarily photographs, plus one small book. A fair number of photos of youngsters. I generally base my decisions on quality; whether as a photograph pure and simple (composition, exposure, print quality, etc), or on how interesting the portrait itself is in terms of character, expression, etc. When it comes to a Daguerrotype in the leather and velvet framed locket case, well those are just amazing objects, so as long as the image is clear and decent, almost any will do. A slew of images after the jump.
A weekend road trip that was intended to be a cabin trip to New Jersey, but it’s hunting season and all of our usual cabins were booked— so we went to Pennsylvania in search of antiques and general get-out-of-the-city time. This resulted in some wonderful new acquisitions for The Museum*, the above object being easily the most exciting of which. Explanation and more photos after the jump.
Vltava River and the Charles Bridge
My wounded wing has regained much of its movement, but it’s been carrying a dull ache the past few days. Could be from the cycling I did earlier in the week (leaning on it), could be barometric. Maybe it’s just the mending process.
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Had a dream that the Curious Miss K and I were abroad; Prague my dream named it, but only a confection of sleep, as it bore no resemblance to that city. No river in sight, no Charles Bridge.
The dream presented a map. A simple, limping-along subway map that some artist had hand-rendered that I found folded in the back of a book at a store K and I were browsing. I started to reproduce it upon waking, but it’s too simple to even bother, and doesn’t delineate the shape of the fictional city at all. Too abstract, and it contained only four train lines; blue, red, green, orange. Also I can’t recall the names of the districts to which each of the lines went, which would have been the most interesting part (dream linguistics).
I don’t know what that title is about. I just needed a title, and the skies were magnificent during our little road trip (and are still). It’s a fine thing to get out of the city for a couple of days.
We built fires and cooked over them; we floated on a calm lake, surrounded by fall colors and long, impressionist reflections thereof beneath yet another of this fall’s perfect blue and cloud-studded skies; walked through the trees at midnight to the water’s edge and stared open-mouthed at the sheer infinity of glitter in the night sky away from the light pollution of the city.
We drove the winding roads and got lost— once abysmally in the pitch dark of a no-coverage area (how we rely on our smartphones!), and once pleasantly in the sunshine, a new, scenic route that took us where we were going after all. We followed our instincts and our noses (easier done in daylight).
Late night at the farm; window open upstairs and a squeaking distant sound of coyotes through the cricket-song. Tig hears them too. They seek the feral cats that live around here (dinner). The new kitten, Piwaket, was one of same; a runt or cast-off, living on her own and scrappy as hell; my mother finally caved and took her in (she always does in these cases).
Said tiny has been cordoned off from Wolf and Tig, as she is so very small and fearless, and they play rough. (She does, too, but so small!) Wolf was taken from his mum too young, so lacks some of what wisdom she’d have imparted (for example a sense of scale), and T is very just-so, though he holds his own with Wolf. In fact, T has avoided this new kitten of his own accord (he can leap the half Dutch door), but since I’ve arrived he’s gone in and spent some time disciplining the little monster. She needs it; separated from / abandoned by her mum too early as well— she pushes too far, has no inkling of danger. I’m happy to see T going in to swat at her, teach her limitations. For her sake, and ‘cause I’ve missed him. He’s been absent. He often is, but more so with her around. When I’m here he generally spends time upstairs, where I stay, and he didn’t at all yesterday.
A trip to rural Pennsylvania Sunday through Tuesday, for the 150th Commemmoration of the Battle of Gettysburg. I worked on the visual portion for the opening ceremony, which was reason enough for my Dad to plan a road trip; Tara Lynne and I joined the expedition. I’d never been, and it was wonderful to soak up history amidst its terroir, as is always the case. Also satisfying to see the work I’d done on three large screens in the dusk.
Naturally, since PA is riddled —lousy— with antique shops, centers, barns, auctions, &c., I required a little time to browse the physical detritus of history in addition to absorbing it in the abstract, so some new acquisitions. First , the photographs. I found some excellent Edwardian / Victorian portraits with shockingly low (that is to say, reasonable) prices. To wit (beginning with above images)—
The two up top of this post are my favorites. On the left is what I can only be certain is a woman “passing” for a gentleman (click image to see larger). Look at that face— this “chap” is undoubtedly someon’s great, great ‘spinster’ aunt, no? Brilliant. And on the right: I cannot decide whether this boy is pretty, or alien— but he does call to mind the young Bud Cort so, likely, both. Either way, a fantastic piece of portraiture; such a precocious face.
July already! 2012 is halfway gone. Last week was the first of the summer trips, and a beach week. Sunday at Fort Tilden followed by 4 days in Fire Island with a gaggle of friends. And quite a few ticky deer, poor things. They are bold, though, as evidenced by the above photograph. Since returning the heat has come on in a fierce way and shows no sign of letting up anytime soon. Today I’ve been in the air conditioning all day.
I’ve posted so rarely here in recent months— work has been steady-to-busy, and has included this, this, and this, among other things. In between have been bike rides, Prospect Park and beach time, and Jeu de Tarot! Yesterday I saw the new Wes Anderson film, Moonrise Kingdom, which was an utter delight; I’d like to see it again.
Beth and I have hatched a plan to work on some collaborative pieces. We’ve talked about things like this before, but nothing has ever come to life; today we realized that was most likely because we tend to let the ideas spiral into these grand plans, vast and unwieldy— overextended in the conception phase to the point where they become too intimidating or feeling over-thought. So this time we are not planning at all: no rules and no expectations other than imposed deadlines to keep us on track. They will probably be posted here, progress photos.
I skipped February altogether here. I’ll attempt to make up for that this month. Above is a small painted tripdych I did last month; oil on cedar shingles. We had so little snow this year, such a mild winter. That took none of the enjoyment out of a 6-day trip to Mexico– to the Yucatan peninsula; Cancun and Tulum. Beautiful beaches! I will put some photographs from the trip here soon.
An overabundance of action and sunlight: lizzie and luna in kelley’s car
The waiting line on 33rd and 7th Avenue on Work Island is an object lesson in chaos; a spectacle to be avoided at all costs if you’re not there to board the Bolt Bus. As if that weren’t enough, the bus to Baltimore was 30 minutes late, and standing next to idling buses adds insult to injury on a summer day in NYC (as it generally already feels like one is standing next an idling bus on a summer day in NYC).
Several hours later, land in Baltimore, and a short walk to Tapas Teatro for dinner with the curious Miss K! The dog in the blurred images above is Luna, whom we took to the park for ball-chasing and swimming next day.
Sunday we set out on an adventure to Adamstown, PA, for Antique Capital of the USA. Above are but three of the fantastic old portraits I acquired in the many antiques shops we perused. I really love the tall format of these oval-framed portraits. I mainly stuck to books and photographs, including some photos for the stereopticon or stereoscope that I inherited from my grandparents. More images after the jump–