Playing Project 365 Catch-Up

ok. So I haven't been able to post for the past week,
so now it's a game of catch-up.
You shall now be bombarded (as promised) with image numbers 23-29.
I'll try to get #30 up today, but it may well get lumped
together with 31.
The past week has been insanely hectic. It involved a collision between a suitcase and used cat litter, the most
grackles i've ever seen in one place at one time,
a hidden button, a HUGE bubble, amazing cupcakes and cuban food (but
not at the same time, thank god...yuck.), the best friends ever
and a fruitless quest for Howard Hughes' tombstone.
oh my oh yes.
but i digress...i now present to you
Project 365 #23-29

#23
"shop smart. shop s mart."


#24
"tag"


#25
"well traveled"


#26
"up in smoke"


#27
"repetition"


#28
"for lee"


#29
"#CF172-9 reporting"

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makes me smile

I was listening to the radio yesterday when Billy Joel's "Only the Good Die Young" came on. I couldn't stop smiling...not because I'm a Billy Joel fan, but because it reminded me of something I had completely forgotten about...

Many moons ago I used to travel around the country working at Renaissance Fairs. At the Arizona fair I managed a pottery booth. I had a hawker, for privacy purposes I shall refer to him as L, who would stand out front all day telling jokes and singing songs to draw in business.

One night, I was walking down the trail to my campsite with my then boyfriend when we bumped into L. He was carrying his ukulele and smiling (as usual) from ear to ear. He proceeded to drop to one knee and serenade us, on his ukulele mind you, with "only the good die young."

It was just one of those wonderful random moments that, I'm quite sure, will still make me smile when I'm old and grey.



And if truth be told, I'll take L's ukulele rendition over Billy's any day.

When you leave

the text inside the silhouette (which was taken from a Meat Beat Manifesto song called "Love Mad"...I believe it was a b-side) reads: "when you leave, take me with you."
i wish the dried violets, which were originally vibrant hadn't browned...
but somehow, given what was going on when i created this
piece, it seems only appropriate that the
color faded to such a dingy shade...who knew violets could predict the future?
a perfect example of art imitating life...

on a completely unrelated note: is there anyone, other than myself, that remembers Laura Brannigan?
just curious.