Sunday, June 13, 2010

day onehundred fiftysix 6.5.2010

cool vintage motorcycle with a sidecar in front of my friend anne's apartment. we sat out there talking after carrying our wares home from the farmer's market while strangers admired and pet murphy w. presley. are dogs allowed in sidecars? i think mine would dig it!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

day onehundred fifty five 6.4.2010

the big exposed rock near my house is covered in honeysuckle in one patch and the smell carries all the way down the road. this june seems like the honeysuckle-est smelling one ever!

day one hundred fifty four 6.3.2010

murphy after a dip in the hudson fetching a stick. i don't recommend taking him down there in nice clothes; it' s nearly impossible to escape unscathed from a wet murphy.

day onehundred fifty three 6.2.2010

all three of murphy's paws-

day onehundred fiftytwo 6.1.2010

I had an idea for this month that I have already abandoned. each day was going to represent a specific half hour slice of my day and count backwards until the end of the month, which would be the beginning of the day. then i realized how much cool stuff i was going to miss out on sharing here because of this idea, and tabled it for possible future use.

here is a photo taken at the end of my day (around 11:00) of my lee krasner spider plant (it grew as an offshoot of one of her actual plants; i got it at the jackson-pollock house last summer) in a flower pot made by my friend elizabeth, with a plant in the background given to me by one of the colleens. no cool origin for that pot; it's from home depot.

Monday, June 7, 2010

day one hundred fiftyone 5.31.2010

no road trip is complete without a diner! the air conditioning isn't working so well in my car, so nate and i drove home on non-highways most of the way so we could keep the windows down, and we found this place somewhere in the middle of rhode island. they offer baked apples instead of potatoes with breakfast if you like. i liked.

day onehundred fifty 5.30.2010


Went to both the Fuller Craft Museum and the Museum of Bad Art today. The first photo is a quote on the wall at the Fuller that I might need to put up over my bench. The second is a painting entitled "Ferret in a Brothel" from MoBA, which is located downstairs in an independent movie theatre just outside the men's room. If you are ever in the area, I recommend it. The art was, as promised, bad.