Thursday, June 30, 2022
Tuesday, June 28, 2022
The 1,864 islands in the region I just visited vary in size from big (40 square miles) to small. To count as an island a place has to be above sea-level all year round and have at least one living tree on it.
Most of the islands I saw have only one or two homes on them. I laughed at one called "Just Room Enough Island" which is true to its name; it's only 3,300 square feet and amazingly has a full-sized house on it. The owner says "One misstep and you're swimming."
Would you live there?!
Monday, June 27, 2022
My friend Aimee and I had a wonderful day yesterday.
We explored the Thousand Islands of St. Lawrence River near the east end of Lake Ontario. The area straddles the Canadian border and literally contains 1,864 islands.
We rode a boat from Alexandria Bay to beautiful Singer Castle and newly-restored Boldt Castle. A century ago this is where the wealthy spent their idyllic Summers.
I'd enjoy living in a castle on an island. :)
Sunday, June 26, 2022
Yesterday, en route to Potsdam, I stopped in Syracuse to visit the Everson Museum of Art. You never know what you're gonna find in small regional museums.
I discovered the works of two artists who are new to me. Their paintings are impressive. One artist, Morris Louis, lived during the Abstract Expressionist period and the other, Angela Fraleigh, is painting now.
The museum lobby has two large paintings, one by Helen Frankenthaler and another by Morris Louis. That makes sense because Helen influenced Morris; both were painting in the 1950s and Morris adopted Helen's new technique of staining canvas with poured acrylic paint. Morris, unlike Helen, lived in Baltimore and had a long affiliation with the Maryland Institute (where Grace Hartigan later taught). Morris was heralded by art critic Clement Greenberg who also lauded Helen and Grace. Sadly, Morris died at an early age (49) from cancer in 1962.
Angela Fraleigh is a young artist working in both New York and Pennsylvania where she teaches at Moravian College. One of her paintings struck me and I'm considering acquiring some other available pieces.
Photos below of their respective paintings.
Tuesday, June 21, 2022
Sunday, June 19, 2022
Saturday, June 18, 2022
I'm normally a happy person which is my way of surviving a hostile environment. Sometimes, however, cumulative pressures mount and act to depress me. I'm in that condition now.
When I was young I realized I couldn't fit into society because of my transgender nature. That fact was explained to me over and over. In case I didn't grasp the lesson, it was forcibly imposed on me, limiting my behavior, my choices, my freedom.
Today I conclude with sadness that I don't want to fit into mainstream society. Most people there don't understand -- or care to learn about -- my reality. Why should I join them when they don't want me?
Don't be alarmed, I'm okay. Just pulling back for a bit to re-assess my place in the world.
Tuesday, June 14, 2022
I saw some funny tweets on marriage:
- My husband says he loves baseball but what he really likes is to leave cupboard doors open
- When my wife puts on a dress I wear cargo pants and complain I can't find my wallet 'cause I have too many pockets
- My wife put parental controls on Netflix because I watched one of our shows without her
- My wife and I got a sitter for date night. We might get a little crazy after dinner and hit up the good Target on the other side of town
- My husband likes to grill. He never makes a side-dish. Last night he smoked a whole chicken and was just gonna have us eat chicken with nothing else
- I hung a world map on the wall, gave my wife a dart & said "throw this: wherever it lands, we're going there for vacation." Turns out we’re spending three weeks behind the fridge
Saturday, June 11, 2022
Friday, June 10, 2022
Monday, June 6, 2022
Friday, June 3, 2022
Last month the most influential person in my life (sorry, Mom) visited for two weeks. We trekked to my favorite landmark, the Cartas Al Cielo sculpture in Avalon Nature Preserve (Stony Brook).
The sculpture "serves as a vessel of communication with those who have no earthbound address." We sent missives to deceased loved ones via the poetic postbox.
Without fanfare I recorded the moment for posterity. I used alchemy (silver halide film in an ancient camera) which was appropriate for a magical experience.