Yesterday I had to go home to pick up a Smith & Wesson replica of Wyatt Earp's alleged gun (most don't believe it's his since a collector came forward at the Autry and said he was offered the same gun as John Clum's gun. The Autry which supposedly had paid north of $250,000 took it off display). Anyway, the gun was offered by Franklin Mint a couple decades ago and I bought it for sentimental reasons and for art reference.
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This is for a statuette we're developing for our True Westerner award. While I was home grabbing the pistol I took another stab at the lone-kitchen-light theme:
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I like the subtle stuff, the light on the porch and the porch poles kind of lit up by the kitchen light, but the window light seems too big (looks like a door). Also, I wanted to put in some forlorn trees, a barn and a windmill, but I've had several friends comment it's even more forlorn to have the ranch house isolated as it is. Need to mull on that for a while.
Meanwhile, got up this morning and whipped out a little, twilight study.
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Daily Whipout #123, "Apache Twilight"
I taped "Viva Zapata" off of TCM last weeekend and sat down last night to give it a go. Really a wonderful film and Anthony Quinn and Marlon Brando are excellent. I had forgotten it was written by John Steinbeck, who I am reading at the moment. Great hats by the way.
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"They were silent, and gradually the skittering life of the ground, of holes and burrows, of the brush, began again; the gophers moved, and the rabbits crept to green things, the mice scampered over clods, and the winged hunters moved soundlessly overhead."
—John Steinbeck, "The Grapes of Wrath"