Going To The Matresses

Tomorrow, at City Hall, I'll be fighting injustice and defending my home.
To keep the integrity and wholesome nature of my house, and to restore balance to my little universe.
Please send positive vibes to the city Gods - get them to listen and be kind. Let not Greed win the day.

Not for Fame Or Glory, Just for the Sake of It

I imagine that Vivian Maier found a way to make her life more meaningful and pleasurable by doing something that made sense to her. I would like to believe that she did not get frustrated by her incredible artistic eye. Is it possible? In our day and age when everyone can open a Flicker account and post their view point for the world to see it's hard to imagine this richness and depth of vision hidden for decades and never shared. Was she ashamed? maybe she thought it was an obsession?
Whatever it was that kept her photographs, these poignant poetic and exquisite observations hidden, we must be grateful they did not end up in the dump.

What a story is told here. Just look at the eyes of the young man in the back.

Balancing Act

I don't know anything about this, but I like it.
Watch:

Tsunami on My Mind

I've always, since childhood, been fascinated by this force of nature. I used to read a children's encyclopedia entry about it, scrutinize the illustrations time and time again. Having live in a coastal city, and a father who lived by it, made the sea a formidable entity, which infiltrated my dream world. I used to dream tsunamis, experience them on my doorstep, in nightmares until I became an adult. They were very scary dreams, yet beautiful, and sometimes I miss them.
Today I watched a tsunami in action on TV - it is a terrifying, unbelievable thing to witness. It looks like the end of the world.

Biutiful

An excruciating examination of human suffering, of guilt, of parental responsibility and dependence. Of actions, decisions and consequences. It shows the underbelly of a European city, Barcelona in this case, but it could have been anywhere. There is only a glimpse of the beauty of the city, mostly what you see is the misery in the survival mechanisms of the underdogs, the sick, the fragile, the transient, and the price they pay for surviving.
I could barely sit through it, but Javier Bardem and his character makes us want to watch him go to the very end of his line.
The sound track is superb.

It's March

But does the weather know? My garden is still covered with a sheet of ice. It's a sunny day, but I still want to be wrapped in warm fuzzy sweaters, boots, heavy scarves. The wind still feels like your ears are going to fall off.
The only signs of change are the longer days, and the afternoon sun coming through the window.