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Last Stop Pix

Posted in design, finds, travel with tags , on June 16, 2011 by darcyarts

These pictures were taken  in an old graveyard in Sebastopol.

Travel is Good for the Soul

Posted in family, nature, travel with tags , , , , on June 13, 2011 by darcyarts

It had been a while. I really needed to take part of a day, in this case, a few very early morning hours, and get myself to the sea.

Last week on my son, Brian’s big day — graduation from law school — I managed to get myself from the Santa Rosa foothills to Highway 12 and then head west. 

The last time Frank and I visited the coast was last August when we met up with friends from 70s San Francisco.

That was a beautiful trip. We had breakfast in Tomales. Yum.

This trip Frank had to stay home for elder care and school.

I missed him. We both love the ocean and I know he needs a periodic fix of sea air and negative ions, too.

I brought home lovely beach detritus and filmed the ocean waves at the turbulent point of Wright’s Beach.

It is my favorite because of the beautiful, smooth, multicolored pebbles created by all that crashing, powerful water. Each wave deposits another layer of treasure.

Passing through Sebastopol, home of Guayaki mate, I thought of our summer “geezer fest”. I  thought of Kevin and David’s homestead. Someday there will be goats.

It was a rainy weekend but the beach still looked heavenly.

The West Coast is a long, gorgeous, visual feast.

During our 2010 trip Frank and I had made our way to Bodega Bay. It’s pretty upscale. 

The state park feel is more my speed.

I wanted to find Wright’s Beach and after tripping along Highway 1 only to turn around before the scary construction zone  through a rebuild of a a corroding cliff, I found the spot.

Wright’s beach is only about 10 or 12 miles from the turn off onto Highway 1. Now I have it memorized. 

Major Props for B

Posted in family, Mind Power, socialization, travel with tags , , , , on June 9, 2011 by darcyarts

Major props are due to my son Brian Michael Pratt as he  makes a serious, life-changing transition. This last weekend I traveled to Santa Rosa to see Brian graduate from law school. He and his longtime pal, Barack Arnold, have , in the last year devoured combined 3rd and 4th year law curriculum. Bravo, boys.

I would give credit to the photographer of these pix but there was such a mad orgy of photo taking with so many cameras that I do not know which is which. That is not completely true all my photos completely sucked. Blur for days in the low light, no tripod and no time to capture an image.

Camera troubles were meaningless. There was a beautiful energy to the whole event. Everybody was ecstatic, proud, amazed by the mighty feats accomplished.

Despite the uber serious tone befitting such passages Brian managed to inject humor. Yea, him.

He chose just the right moments for little bouts of visual comedy. Moon in Leo people love and need an audience. Brian is a tower of good cheer.

It was kind of mind-blowing being in the midst of B’s world at such a moment. I was so very proud and as always humbled and moved by this life I’m living. Great gratitude fills my heart.


Why I Hate the Mall

Posted in projects, socialization, travel with tags , , on May 19, 2011 by darcyarts

The decision to walk through the Mount Shasta Mall and take photos of amusing/repulsive corporate displays seemed a good one. Better than waiting in the very smelly waiting room of the tire store while they replaces worn tires on the family vehicle.

An impromptu art blog project seemed just the thing to fill the hour. I never go the mall to shop or to see the latest fashion trends. I still remember quality cotton items, well made. Even as a teenager I used to buy things from the Army Navy store because everything else seemed a cheap and tacky manipulation. Plain old super soft cotton army pants have always been my favorite item. Basic Navy work bells — 100 percent cotton denim were heavenly to me. Lame synthetic shifts, dorky coo-lots, no thank you Penny’s, Zody’s, KMart.

Thrift store have more exotic choices and, yes, far better quality items.

Very few people are in the mall at 8:30 a.m. A few olderly walkers taking advantage of the smooth floors and the “safe” environment. You might catch sight of a janitor.

Some pleasant merch could be seen in the windows of Old Navy.

“Hello, Kitty.”

I encountered a flock of funny faces frozen in delight. Ah, Summer! At least Old Navy seems to have a sense of humor about how they market their cheaply produced yet refreshingly basic items. They were pretty much the highlight of this photo hunt. Most other windows were dark and dull.

Another teenage dream store filled their windows with fairly tacky post-porn chic meets Housewives of New Jersey tight jeans and spangled, sparkly t shirts.

Why did this store put their ugliest candy next to the window? It looks like a surreal prison photo, or an element of the Toy Story 3 dystopia.

The quiet, lonely atmosphere was nice.  Most malls should have the shops closed 2o hours out of every day. I say, keep it spooky.

My peaceful rummaging for images was soon interrupted by the authorities.

A middle-aged mall defender, whose job it is to keep terrorists from casing the joint, came up to me while I shot this super shiny mushroom. It was located in a children’s play area adjacent to where the music shop used to be.

“You can’t take pictures in here.”

We were standing just outside the storefront window of  the local TV station whose tele-reporters routinely prowl the mall with cameras in hand.

In another incarnation, I was allowed to prowl  the mall — camera in hand –asking the question of the week for the local newsrag.

I argued for a while with the mall man about these obvious trespasses of  the alleged no-photos rule. He threatened to call security. I decided the shitty pictures were not worth escalating this retarded situation. The menacing silver-haired lady, armed with her flashless point and shoot made for the exit. It turns out security was a very nice red-headed woman. We had a talk about the instances in which photography was allowed, about the repercussions of 9/11 and then I left for less hostile grounds.

I did get a picture of See’s Candy  —  always sweet and tasty. Beware the Happy Habit. But . . . caramel  . . . drool.

My parting shot at the mall, just outside the west entrance is appropriately an X.

I do not ♥  the mall.

Truck Noise

Posted in esoterica, music, travel with tags , , , , on February 18, 2011 by darcyarts

It’s the morning after a day of snowfall. It’s still chilly out doors and remanents of white  on remain in patches on the lawn.

Songs from the Sparks album Hello Young Lovers are playing. The music is adding to the oddly surreal mood. It seems somehow to be an odd jerky echo of the DVD I bought yesterday, That’s Entertainment, only the annoying factor is on 11.

Sparks must have been insanely big in Japan. I think I heard Germany laughing in derision.

It all makes about as much sense a road sign I’ve noticed in the last few weeks. There are two. One on Churn Creek Road north of Browning Street and another on Old Alturas Roadnear Old Oregon.

They read “Restrict truck noise , residential area”.

Other than blowing one’s horn what noises do trucks make that the driver could control? I’m stumped. Do trucks sing loudly, fart, bray like donkeys?

Ah, Syd Barrett is now singing. Hurray! Something that makes sense.

Reflections of Light

Posted in design, esoterica, finds, music, rock n roll, shopping, travel with tags , , , , , , , on December 8, 2010 by darcyarts

The Discovery shop is always full of very nice things. on my last visit I could not leave the store without this beautiful wreath.

It adds light on a wall that gets none.

This old house was built to avoid having Redding’s summer sun beat in any of the windows. The living room is especially shaded.

Mirrors are strategically placed to catch and reflect light.

They can be found all over town in the sweet little thrift shops.

Thanks to all the wonderful volunteers that do such a good job running my three favorite second hand stores — Discovery Shop, the All Saints thrift store and The Attic.

I’m off to the work space soon but thought I would share a few pis of our nest as we jive it up for Xmas (remember Christians, in Greek X = Christ).

It’s nice to have some extra holiday sparkle while I’m stitching what will be other’s gifts to give.

This small tree was a Discovery Shop find a few years back. Why kill a tree when you can pick up a cute fake so easily?

I do miss the smell of the bows but the last few trees I bought were long past being fragrant. We may do big trees again when grandchildren come.

This little lighted church was an All Saints find as I recall.

So cute, eh? The little trees light up. The light pole will to when I set it on a solid base after inserting a little stringed Christmas light. I’ll get there.

Still hoping I have enough energy to get myself down to the De Young to catch the once in my lifetime chance to see the works of some my favorite artists. Maybe right after Christmas.

Maybe right before if daughter, Jess can come back for the holiday but I’m not getting my heart set on that possibility.

The light wreath brightens up the music wall. Maybe when I’m in SF I’m make to Amoeba for a few more vinyl treasures. Last time there I bought a fresh copy of Incredible String Band’s first, the Velvet Underground’s third and Lullabies to Paralyze by Queens of the Stone Age.

Jess gave me the Girls album Album. That was super cool gift last year.

If I was loaded with cash I’d rent a truck and haul off half of Amoeba’s inventory.

You can see the Incredible String Band LP in the picture of Jessica’s typewriter candle art piece. I love this artwork. It reminds me of Allen Ginsberg. Someday Jessica will blow minds on a mass scale with her work.

Son Brian will, too. I feel great things coming. Good minds and hearts will be valued.

Did anyone see James Franco on the Actor’s Studio last night? That young man is a maniac. Lust for Life.

Okay, enough decor for one day. Off to work.

May happy holiday vibes infect you and may we all be, at least occasionally, as deliriously driven as James Franco.

A Bit of Fall

Posted in nature, travel with tags , , , on November 4, 2010 by darcyarts

Running errands, a legitimate reason to be out taking a break from stitching led to photos of early November in Redding.

Here are some photos taken on the drive out to the college this morning.

The trees are turning lovely colors — gold, red, magenta.

The clouds covered most of the sky. The sun wasn’t quite up.

It was moody and beautiful.

The photo of me was taken of a reflection in the window of American Tires, yesterday, while waiting for them to replace the right front tire I’d learned was impaled by a nail.

Cypress trees are so dramatic and a little spooky.

On the way back there was more light.

The magenta, red, orange trees line a small portion of Park Marina Drive. They are part of our morning drive.

Frank and I look forward to the change in the weather. Temperatures cool enough to coax out the color.

Yellow leaves in the right light seem to me a cosmic invitation to higher consciousness. Magenta leaves are beautiful, too.

Short and Sweet, OMG, No

Posted in etsy, film, Mind Power, music, travel with tags , , , , on November 3, 2010 by darcyarts

Still so busy sewing my donuts. I’m totally on schedule and am feeling no pain, no strain. My hands love fiddling and fussing with the Big Donuts.

I am trying to reset my mind, stay calm about the changes that happened election day. Dumb Ass tried to made a big splash but I think the deep DAs were dumped in the ditch and their obstinate bros and sisses wielded the club. Dear lord, I’ll have to avoid MSNBC specifically to avoid the sight and sound of old school alchy, Boehner, jabbering and whimpering and now, posturing over the Republican majority in the House.

Stop feeling sorry for your tired, born-in-a-bar, country club loving ass, all you old-school white men. Do something constructive.

I am ecstatic that Meg Whitman wasted her 163 million.

Don’t get me started on Rand Paul.

The one thing that calms my fevered imagination is the knowledge that just because they say they are going to do messed up things they will be held at bay by our marvelously obstructive system. I will say no more.

As I fly through the next few weeks I will also be buoyed by the sweet treat that awaits me at the other end. In the third week of December will be going to the De Young museum to catch the work from Musee D’ Orsay (I don’t know how to operate the accent marks). Dude. How fine a thing is that?

Rather than watch the red tide engulf the House last night I watched a documentary on Harry Nilsson — Who is Harry Nilsson and Why is Everybody Talking About Him?

What a beautiful voice. What lovely melodies. What fucking crazy days. Everyone was high as a kite, loose as a goose.

The roads through this life are long and winding (Paul said so).  All of our native, navigational skills are required to ride them to their proper end. Many crashed their vehicles prematurely. With his tender heart and his Moon in Pisces, Harry was one of those. His songs are still with us.

Go to Netflix now.




Beautiful Sky

Posted in travel with tags , , , on September 9, 2010 by darcyarts

On the drive to deliver Frank to school we saw the most beautiful skies.

Good Times

Posted in nature, socialization, travel with tags , , , , on August 18, 2010 by darcyarts

This weekend was magnificent and mellow and heartwarming as Frank and I mingled with dear souls from decades past in San Francisco. We gathered at the farm homestead of Kevin and David. These generous hosts shared their abundance with us and we were grateful and glad.

Go here to see the photos.

The trip was dreamy and Frank and I got to the beach, too.

I communed with my beloved eucalyptus trees. Found a stand of blue gum along  the road to Dillon Beach. Heavenly.

Found a lovely old catholic cemetery with beautiful statues.

It was a cool misty morning. I was delighted to be wearing long pants, a couple of shirts and my Led Zeppelin sweatshirt. So cool.

Is that Saint Christopher with the baby?

There were lovely fauna and flora everywhere.

So many beautiful things to see and smell and remember.

Dillon Beach seemed much more of a town this time and the waterfront was locked up. There was no access.

Frank and I had a great breakfast in the little cafe in Tomales and then drove on to Bodega Bay.

We just had to get to the ocean. It had been a long time.

Great to hear the waves crashing on the shore, to get sand in my shoes and pick up little pieces of driftwood.

They have been placed in our bathroom. We’ll see them everyday and think of the beach.

Frank was so happy to be there.

It was a great morning.