I call this post “Making Hay” as a goofy farmer reference. I spent an hour this morning weed-whacking the yard that hasn’t had any attention for the month of August. I know… lazy me… lazy arthritic, diabetic, lung-diseased me. At the end of the hour I had a quarter of the yard weed-whacked and a great pile of hay lying in the middle of the sidewalk where it has no right to be according to the city. And, of course, I did not have any energy left to rake it up.
So I came inside to re-learn how to breathe, to stop losing fifty percent of my body weight in sweat, and to rest my aching bones. And while I was recovering, or possibly re-animating myself, I decided to try re-photographing an old work of art. My portrait of Prinz Flute, the wizard-prince of Tellosia, is difficult to photograph because the colored pencil has a developed a sheen to it over time that reflects glare every time I try to photograph it. The result isn’t that great. But hey, I’m tired from making hay.
