December 19, 2011Worked most of the weekend on finishing the Not-So-Gentle Tamers painting. I wanted to add some prickly pear cactus in the foreground as a symbol of the toughness of the land and the women who tamed it, so I took a walk to audition cactus.
I like the dead and dying cactus. May save this one for another painting.
This one is even better. Notice how the dying cactus is turning purple. Very cool. There is a virus or fungus that is killing prickly pear in our area. This next one is on my neighbor Muffy's land. Like the disparate shapes.
And this final audition shot is right behind my pickup in the following shot. I like the mix of prickly pear and succulent agaves.
All of these were shot with my iPhone. Pretty amazing (and depressing if you own Kodak stock). Oh, wait, Robert Ray assures me Kodak owns the patents on the digital photography used in the iPhone. Okay, I'm not as depressed.
Yes, I'm so vain, I probably think this post is about me.
Wildcat WatchingYou might notice I'm wearing my UofA Wildcat sweatshirt. My son Thomas Charles and his girlfriend Pattarapan came out on Saturday and while she cooked me a Thai surprise for my B-day, T and I watched the Wildcats take on Gonzaga. The Cats lost but it was a good game. Fast forward to Sunday and we were watching the classic episode of Louis CK where he beds Joan Rivers, when Tommy stood up suddenly and said, "Holy mole! There's a wildcat on the patio!" Sure enough we ran to the door and a wildcat pranced across our back yard, easily climbed our five foot chain link fence and disappeared into the desert.
So two Wildcat sightings in one weekend. Not bad for a Medicare eligible senior.
"I was too old to be scared stiff and too stiff to sleep on the ground."
—P.J. O'Rourke, 64, on why he retired from the war correspondent game