Monthly Archives: November 2010

106 on the hill

This is the house across the street. We are moving here and I hope to turn the other one into a studio. The landlord really wanted us to move into this one because he wanted someone who would take care of it.

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The Oriole Mill

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12 of 12 for November 2010

Before dawn, at five, up for the day. Practicing making the bed when I get up. Here is my room in Atlanta. On my way to class field trip for the afternoon, around two pm. This is the kind of contrast I see as I drive away from my house.During breakfast, Junco is looking at her weave sample. I will help her make the files today. Turning the corner into Midtown, around a quarter of a mile away. Proof that it is really seventy degrees here, sitting in traffic, which is the norm if you go anywhere in Atlanta Proof that it is really seventy degrees here, sitting in traffic, which is the norm if you go anywhere in Atlanta So I couldnt resist a little story, about what it is like driviing here. As you can see from his bumper, the gentleman in the car before me has had altercations before. He was too impatient to wait for the car in front of him, which turned. He made his quick move to nowhere. And to my right, it is clear which direction everyone is going. There is a lot of cars sitting idling all the time in Atlanta. Today, mine was included. I try to avoid driving when I will be sitting idling, adding to the carbon.To my left, the river of traffic on I 85 below the bridge Here we are in front of the Contemporary to visit an artist. Three students showed up...oh well! They got the benefit! A bridge to nowhere. Notice the train running beneath it. The bridge just sits up there, no road attached to it. There are a lot of contrasts in color and texture in the city scape if you look for it. Sadly, the razor ribbon is necessary. Speak to our future? In the evening, Junco and I dressed up to go to her art opening. This ended our day It was a very good opening.

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