running headlong against a whirlwind of papers

running

Photo by Myra Lambino-Ramos, all-original, Palm Springs Art Museum, August 2009

Deadlines. I’m rushing. Can’t blog.

Been running at dawn, a rush, back to my old haunt, no longer a grassy knoll, it’s been paved, cemented, pedestrian-laned, there’s even a hint of an amphitheatre, where’s the rocky treacherous terrain….?

the road to the holidays is paved with non-extendible deadlines.

(geez i’m punning again….stop her!!!!!!)

will take pictures maybe, if i can run while lugging a digicam (definitely. definitely rambling on)

and…Running headlong against a whirlwind of papers

(is the title formulated here for the photo; they look like shredded papers put up as art….J, the karate kid likes modern art, too, as it seems)

Happy weekend

Happy weekend

I thought this entire set-up of an art piece was quaint; it had an Egyptian copper sculpture artifact in the shape of a hand in the middle.

b.copy.four

Then i looked closely at the painting, which looked like the number 4; looked hard and saw wooden planks of a burning building falling with two people running away from them. Well, i tilted my head this way and stretched my imagination before i saw it; it really just looked like the number 4. And then, below, i saw the familiar, wispy, light brown soft hair of a four-year old. It’s his hand, it’s not an Egyptian sculpture. He’s four. He’s holding out the number four with his fingers. it probably means… he likes the painting, i’m guessing.

Happy weekend sweetie (what’s left of the weekend).

(photo by Myra Lambino-Ramos, all-original. Palm Springs
Art Museum, Aug. 2009)