Posts from the ‘Photography’ Category

The Diva and The Jedi


Did I ever mention that I have a living alarm clock (LAC)? Yes, it is true. Somehow, I can never get it set to the appropriate time for my roll out. It has a mind of its own and it has decided that any time between 5:30 and 6 a.m. is a perfectly fantastic time to go off every single morning.

Even on the weekend, it refuses to let me use the snooze button. On the rare occasion that is doesn’t try to rouse me at the aforementioned time, somewhere in my (obviously, messed up) subconscious I get concerned that the LAC is broken. I then wake up at its “set” time anyway, just to check. The LAC knows how to “set” me, not the other way around.

Given that it is of the feline persuasion, I guess that is to be expected. Someone fed the LAC once, maybe twice, at 6 a.m. and now that is de facto breakfast time; no excuses. There are no “snoozes” without being bothered constantly. The torture can go on for hours. Trust me; I have tested various ways to shut my LAC off, to gain those few, extra, precious hours one might get to sleep in on the weekend, with no luck.

The LAC has a step-by-step procedure that ensures its success (a full tummy) and my grumbling first thing in the morning, every morning. It begins with the sweet “stare at mom intently right near her face” bit, then the famous “whiskers are for tickling mom’s face to wake her up” trick. Now, you have to give LAC credit for being gentle with me at first. That is a very kind gesture, but the torture progresses.

The previous actions are followed by the infamous “I’ll just give her a light tap on her nose, maybe her eyelid” and then (if the alarm clock is feeling extra-fancy) “If I add just a little claw to that pat thing, she will stir, I know it.”; both LAC patented moves. Lately, “Let’s nip at her fingers that gets her stirring.” has been added to the repertoire. Good one, LAC. Good one.

Sleeping with the covers over my head doesn’t work, as I can’t breathe under there and the LAC loves getting under the covers. Also, bumping (ahem,I meant gently nudging) her off the bed and saying (well, really, whinging) “Nooooo…Go awaaaay….I am trying to sleep.” never works. (Note to self: Yeah, like that’s ever going to work.) She just snuggles under the covers to continue the bothering or jumps back up and resumes her step-by-step attack at point one. Now, I may be complaining, but I wouldn’t give up my LAC for the world. I would feel lost without my living alarm clock. Even as I am composing this post, she is repeatedly begging me for a few of the treats “hidden” in the night stand drawer. Her name is Pandora and she has been my “baby” for sixteen years. Read more…

This Little Piggy Went to Market ….


Yes, I am still editing well over 100 photographs from my excursion to the local farmers’ market, but trust me that the wait for the pics will be worth it. Part of the fun – and frustration – of creating a new post is the decision making: Should I write a little story around the pictures? Create links to vendors’ web pages AND additional photographs? Just the vendors’ pages? Should I break up the post into several posts/entries? Maybe I should just create a pictorial post with links to the vendors at the bottom of the page. Hmmm, decisions. decisions; but I did want to give a “shout out”, before I create my Market Masterpiece, to everyone there.

Bless the vendors at the Bellingham Farmers’ Market (BFM)! They are AWESOME! Everyone there made me smile. I came back home on a manic high. It seemed that everyone there loved talking to the potential consumer about their endeavors and stewardship of food, art, beautiful crafts, etc. That made it exciting for me; I left the market feeling more alive than when I entered it.

We all need connections like this in our lives; good food, wonderful crafts and art, great people pursuing their dream, community, and conversation. Next Saturday, around 9 a.m. close your computer, turn off your television, grab your family (maybe a friend), hop on or in your favorite form of transportation (heck, walk if you are close enough) and head to your local farmers’ market! You will be happy and have a smile after you join your community, even if it is just to have look … and a nibble! Don’t forget to take a big bag to carry all your goodies home with you. Maybe head to a park afterward and have a picnic. Buy local and fresh. You will appreciate your purchases much, much more if you get to meet the people who bring the food to your table and make the arts and crafts for your home.You might even make a new friend (or ten) along the way.

See you next Saturday, my beloved BFM!

Photos ©Carol A. Bourns, 2010

If you want to visit the vendors’ websites without having to dig through my posts, look to the “This Little Piggy…” link on the sidebar here. I am compiling a list as I go along.

All Photos ©Carol Bourns-Roberts, 2010

Again, with the Ice Cream


Bellingham Farmers’ Market Goodies! God Bless Mallard Ice Cream and the wonderful, happy people that serve it! Even on a rainy day, it was perfect.

Photo ©Carol A. Bourns, 2010

Shadow Box Art and The Art of Finding Patience


For years, I have been interested in shadow box art. (Please note that I said art and not display. They are two different things in my book. Though, sometimes, a display unintentionally becomes art.) Maybe it came from the dioramas made in grade school; maybe from my love of collecting odd knick-knacks and bits of visual art that I found fascinating. Who knows?

As I progressed to college, Joseph Cornell entered my vision. He was a curious, quiet man, a bachelor, who lived with his mother, and created wondrous assemblages, like those I dream of creating. His boxes remind me of finding treasures hidden away in attics, antique stores and junk shops. They are strong, yet quaint.

A few of my graduation year projects involved using shadow boxes and boxes of all sorts, but in a less decorative or narrative style than Cornell’s. I focused on lighted triptychs and “finding hidden pasts”, using words and images in a different manner than he did. There was a simple message that I wanted to express and I believed too many visual segues would distract from that message.

Lately, though, my interest in these little assemblages has been reignited. Each a seemingly-homegrown object d’art – layers upon layers to ponder and sometimes, it would appear, just capricious fairy tales, per se – created with such detail and devotion. Ahh, the patience. Do I have the patience, I wonder? Yes, I am tenacious, but patient…?

I get easily distracted from one project to another. *Oh, look, a squirrel!* There are so many things that I want to try and do, the list is endless; so much to create…read…experience. Do I have the patience required to sit down and pull the pieces together and lay them out, assemble them and finish the “labor of love” without the piece looking thrown together? Will I just set it down for “later” and never return to it until years later, if ever? Maybe, I am still that little girl that would hurriedly finish a paint by numbers project, just to get it done, bored with it already. Or, am I still the little girl that could sit for hours, creating and hand-sewing outfits for her dolls? That is my challenge to myself. We shall see.

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…and just because we all appreciate old photographs:
Joseph Cornell Family in his Youth with His Family

Want to Learn more about Joseph Cornell. recycled art and assemblage?:

“Shadow boxes become poetic theaters or settings wherein are metamorphosed the element of a childhood pastime.” – Joseph Cornell’

Richard Haymes

Timeworn


Guess who got a printer/scanner?! ME! (Yay, me!) Not top of the line, but good enough to scan some antiquities from my old, college projects. The following pictures are quick prints from a study I was doing on my old apartment building in Oakland. I hope to dig up some more, or print from the original negatives soon. I never throw away old projects, sentimental me, so I am bound to find them here somewhere…when we get to unpack at a new home.

The 1919 apartment had one bedroom and five closets (did you hear me? FIVE closets!!); salmon and sea foam green checkerboard tile; crystal doorknobs; french doors into the kitchen, a deep, original, Koehler tub from the 1920s; and french style windows, which let in loads of sunlight. I LOVED that place! It only cost around $500 a month and all I had to deal with were the prostitutes on the corner (they were actually quite nice.); the occasional round of gunfire heading up MacArthur Blvd; a very creepy building manager; and the usual, we’re-turning-off-the-water-for-repairs-for-the-whole-day, old building hoo-haw. Hey, when you are 20-something years old, that is a cinch! The place had so much character that I fell in love the second I saw it. I still dream about it to this day, eighteen years after I moved out.

“Timeworn”, My Apartment, Oakland, CA, 1991

Photos ©Carol A. Bourns

Audrey Graffiti Art


Now, this is my kind of graffiti. I usually frown upon destruction of personal property, though I appreciate good graffiti art, but this little gem caught my eye, a year or so back. Audrey!, Napa, California
Originally, I was there for a scooter club meeting. I waited for a few members to arrive; nice people, good environment!–but AUDREY demands attention. The club members were friends from the start; such nice people. The Napa Valley is a great place!

One of my favorite places in the Napa Valley is Hall Wines. (There is a link to a scooter enthusiast here, but I am not telling.) The Rutherford location is exquisite! Definitely, take a tour of the caves if you can. The artwork on the property is a fun touch.The views and the house are breathtaking.

My friend, John Curnutt, is a great, wine consultant!.
(Plus, he is a scooter rider, too!)

If you are visiting Napa County, definitely check out:
Scarlett’s Country Inn
Gott’s Roadside (click on St. Helena, for the cool, local spot)
Napa Valley Scooter Club

!Audrey Photo ©Carol A. Bourns, 2007

Astorian Antiquities



All Photos © Carol A. Bourns, 2010

Astoria, OR
Phog Bounders Antiques