What's a Grapple, you say?
It's a cross between a grape and an apple. Today, I have one sitting right beside me. It makes my whole office smell like grapes, which is kind of odd if you think about it, since you'd walk in, see what looks like an apple sitting there, and wonder what on earth in the room smells like grapes. But, no, you'd be wrong. It really is an apple that smells like grapes (well, it's not an apple, but a "grapple" and so it stinks. Kinda tasty beast, actually, but the aroma is just a bit off.)
(I know it *looks* like a pink lady, and I know you know how much I *love* pink lady apples, but, no, it's actually a grapple you see pictured here. There's no pink lady tomfoolery switch-a-roo going on around here. I promise.)
Today's been a hard day. I couldn't go for my morning walk, because my head is all stuffed up on account of my allergies. Then, I couldn't eat in the morning and almost lost it when somebody asked me if there was going to be food today. Next, I tried to eat some microwave pasta with fake meatballs for lunch (tofu, anyone?) but I ended up spilling some red tomato-like sauce all down the front of me. Just after I washed that off, for an encore, I tried to open up an iced tea but it exploded and now my hands are sticky.
I think it's nature's way of telling me that I really need to diet (or some such thing.) Yeah, yeah, I know, lay off the Haagen Dazs and switch to more of these. Pink ladies, Grapples, whatever. Any kind of fruit as long as it's exotic and I can photograph it first. (The best thing about doing food photography is that you sometimes get to eat your models.)
If only I could smell them coming, right?
Until next exotic fruit...
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
What's a Grapple, you say?
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Some things just don't belong together. There's just something so wrong about, say, pinapple flavored peas or maybe beef-flavored chocolate. But then, every once in a while, somebody puts something together and you think, "Damn! Why didn't they do that sooner?" It just makes the world all that much better of a place.
Does Heaven get any better than this? Yes, it is what it looks like. Haagen Danz now makes a Bailey's flavored ice cream. Or, perhaps, Bailey's now makes a Haagen Danz'd flavored frozen delight. Either way, whatever you call it, however long you reget it didn't get to your doorstep sooner, it's really, really good.
Really, really, really, really good, I tell you.
Until next time...
Friday, January 26, 2007
Ok, so maybe they aren't actually related by blood, but they both play for Preservation Hall and they can both lay down some serious swing.
Jazz music is something you either have or you don't. You either feel it in your bones or you just don't get it. No if, and's, in-betweens, no sorta-kinda-maybe's about it. Either you're one of "them" and you can grind some serious jam or you shake you head and wonder if the clock on the wall is telling the right time again.
Quick looking that the clock on the wall and stomp your feet already.
Until next funky swinging downbeat...
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Since we had the great ice storm of 2007, most things have gotten back to normal. Cars zip merrily down the highways again, children are back at school, even the local hoodlums are back leaving graffiti gang markers. The city, and all it's inhabitants, are back to normal, as it were. Well, except for one "little" thing that has me wrinkling up my nose.
Last week, they annouced the ice storm would hit on Friday. Then they said, "nope. It's coming Saturday." Then, it was Sunday. Then, sorry Monday. Many folks stayed home from work on Monday but, alas, no ice. That's ok because, well, I'm sure they watched a lot of Court TV and, well, somebody has to, right? (Nevermind, TiVo might hear that.)
Then, Tuesday, the whopper hit. It was the motherload of all ice storms, or, well, at least the worst one we've had (so far) this year. Well, actually, it was the *only* one we've had so far this year but, like, you get the idea.
Then Wednesday rolled around. Wednesday is, or actually was supposed to be: garbage day. As you can imagine, with ice being measured in inches on the ground, no garbage was picked up. The trucks didn't roll, they didn't even try. Everybody stayed home, Court TV was, presumably, hopping, and even the gang graffiti hit an all-time low for the week. The paper, if you could slide out your door and halfway down your driveway to read it, annouced that garbage collection would "slide" (Ha! That's a good word. Wonder who thought of that an in ice storm?) by one day.
So, Thursday rolls around and, guess what? It's still icy. And, as you can imagine, still no garbage truck. Friday? Icy in the morning, no garbage trucks by noon.
Spot the pattern? Can you sniff it out? (Sorry, I had to. The newspaper made me do it.)
So, now we've got mountains of garbage piled up everywhere. It made walking the dogs quite horrible and, well, it just didn't smell anything buy funky for the past few days. It reminded me of "the great garbage strike in New York City" and, for those who did not have the "pleasure" of living through that, I can attest, it was not pleasant. It was, in fact, very far from pleasant. Pleasant things, weren't even in the same zip code, ok? Icky is a word I would use to describe it actually.
So, last night, around 7 pm (yes, I said 7, that would be the same 7 as in American Idol time, ok?) the garbage trucks finally (and I do mean *finally*) rolled around. Phew! It was stinking up to high Heavens in here. I'm glad they finally made it.
It was so bad, they had to send two (count 'em two!) empty garbage trucks just for my neighborhood. Wow. Who'd a thunk we could generate such a mountain of rubbish in such a short time?
And, speaking of rubbish and, um, American Idol, I'm so glad it started again. Sure, it means no more Tuesday nights but, like, I can hardly wait for LA week to begin. Oh happy, happy, joy joy. I already like Sundance, the hippie kid, and I'm so hoping that it's going to be a blues singer this year because, well, the world really needs another blues singer.
And, it goes without saying, but, we really, really need to take out the trash more often than not.
Until next stink...
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
There comes a time in every photographer's development when he (or she) decides it's time for his work to be viewed by a larger audience. Maybe it's just a factor of outgrowing your own walls, maybe it's a drive to make some money from an otherwise unprofitable hobby, maybe it's ego, maybe it's a combination of the above but, sooner or later, every photographer usually gets the itch to get some feedback on their work. This feedback usually comes in the form of getting work "out there." (Whatever "out there" tends to mean depends, of course, on the photographer in question.)
For some photographers, showing work on flickr and receiving a few comments or an animated GIF is enough. Other photographers want to show work in local cofee shops, libraries, bookstores, or galleries. Still others dream of places like New York or Los Angeles-you know these places-snobby collectors fill them with white walls, shiny floors, and spotlights highlighting work displayed alone on otherwise bare walls.
At some point, as a photographer, you choose to either show your work or you don't. You either go down the path of "I want to get it out there," or you decide "this is just a hobby-an innocent pass-time. I enjoy it and I don't feel the need to share."
Once you decide to show your work, there are many opportunties to do so. Once you go down that path, make that jump into "I'm going to do this" land, there are plenty of spots into which you can fall.
There's the local coffee shop/bookstore/library route, which is rewarding because you can see your work being displayed. Usually, you can attend opening receptions at these type of places and it can be fun to sit in a coffee shop, drink an over-priced latte, and watch as people admire your work. When this happens to me, even after fifteen years showing my work, I'm almost always surprised at how my work is received. Everybody responds to photographic work differently and you become keenly aware of this while slurping down that latte.
Then there's the flickr route. Lots of folks are sharing work on flickr now, and it's easier than ever to do this. Flickr can be great because it can give you instant recognition. You can gain an immediate "fan base" of loyal followers who regularly scan your stream and watch what you upload, when you upload it, to give you comments and feedback. There are also groups that will force feedback to your doorstep, should your "loyal following" be out sipping a latte when you happened to upload. I've been on flickr for a while now, mostly so I can post images to my weblog, but I can say it can be rewarding to have an image get noticed, generate a ton of comments, or make it to the top of the "flickr heap" as it were. On the downside, flickr has a certain aesthetic-they like sunsets, puppy dogs, kittens, landscapes, and flowers-and, once you move outside of that aesthetic, it can be difficult to get "real" (read "meaningful") feedback. That coupled with the fact that you have absolute beginners, people who can't make gallery shows themselves and don't really understand the process of photography, leaving comments, can leave you with a pile of "nice shot" type comments that don't really amount to anything.
Then there's the "real" gallery route. Sure it's hard, sometimes it feels impossible to break down that door and let oneself in, but it does have it's rewards as well. There's something to be said for being in a national juried show. There's a good feeling that comes with shipping off artwork to New York, Los Angeles, Atlanta, or even East Texas, knowing full well that it might not come back (replaced, instead, with a "fat" check) and knowing that it will be cataloged, displayed properly, highlighted, written about in the press, and all that. It doesn't just amount to a line on a resume in the end-the work is real, it's "out there" and it's being seen.
Isn't that all our photographs ask of us?
Until next time...
Thursday, January 18, 2007
A few important updates for today...
I got the 3G in the mail. Yay! I can hardly wait. I also got the macro tubes, the wide angle (but I had one of those already) and the telephoto adapter. I really, really wanted one of those. For like years. Help me, I so wanted a telephoto lensbaby and now I'm finally close to getting one. (Well, I'm there only I've got tubes and not an actual telephoto lens but it's all the same warm, glowy lensbaby happiness to me.)
They had some food pimping going on today and, somehow, I ended up with an entire tray of leftover Macaroni Grill pasta with chicken. Don't get me wrong, I love food, and especially that of the "free" variety but, after three helpings, I'm getting more than a little sick and tired of pasta with chicken. Isn't chicken one of those things they tell you you're eating when they poison you? "Go on, eat it," they say, "it tastes like chicken..." (Ugh!)
The ice has finally started to melt in Austin. Now there are just sheets of ice flying off of cars as they drive by and large chunks of the stuff falling off of odd places-places like bridges-that can impale one if one were none too careful. I almost got crushed under the weight of the melting 360 bridge today. (Yipes!)
American Idol has started yet again. Isn't that a show we all love to hate (or is it hate to love?) I really wish they would stop picking on geeks though. Ever since Clay Aiken, they've been on this strange "anti-geek" crusade for some reason.
Hey, I'm willing to bet Simon can't code worth a damn and I'd pay to see him try to use Photoshop, wouldn't you?
Until next time...
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Let's see...here are some tidbits of information I thought I should share...
First off, Chase is afraid to walk outside when it's icy. He sort of picks his feet up in funny little ways and can't quite figure out what's wrong with the grass. Poor little guy, hasn't been for a real walk in days. I feel sorry for him actually, but he does get a bit peppier when he returns in from the cold.
Secondly, I finally (and I do mean *finally*) went to a Shutterbugs meeting. It was long. It was hard. It was long and hard. I did not make it all the way through, but, hey, I made an attempt. I was so *there* for all of an hour or so.
Finally, in (perhaps?) un-related news, I finished off what was left of the mint chip Haagen-Dazs. Yes, you read that right. No more mint chip. The image you see here, now, before your eyes, is, in fact, history.
I don't know which is more lame, actually, me sitting here, locked in the house, with a full tub of ice cream and not a clean spoon in sight or the folks on flickr who keep favoriting my pictures of tubs of ice cream.
Hey, it's not the lightng that makes it look tasty, silly.
Until next time...
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Help! I'm trapped.
It's actually snowing in River City today. Yes, you read that right. Snowing. As in, the white crap that falls out of the sky, freezing cold, let's make a snowman snowing. The roads have all iced over and there's no chance of getting out anytime soon, since the entire City of Austin has about 1 plow to it's name (Hey, don't blame me if River City is too busy trying to elect mayors who cross-dress and sport armadillos on a leash as accessories to bother about semi-needed fashion accessories-you know, things like snowplows and blankets for the homeless.)
I can't go to work. I can't go to school. I can't get out of my little cage. I'm trapped today.
Lucky for me, there's some Haagen-Dazs in the 'fridge. Yes, you read that right, I'm trapped with an entire pint of "extra light mint chip" at my disposal. Insert evil "muh-hah-hah" laugh here. Do you really think that's going to survive an entire day in there? (Want to buy some beach-front property in Arizona, perhaps?)
(For those of you who might be thinking my camera's white balance needs some serious adjusting, let me assure you that Haagen-Dazs mint chip is actually white. It's not "artic" type white, like snow, more like eggshell or "off" white-"off" being a good word in this case, since the entire pint is about to be...well...you know..."offed" by yours truly.)
Now for the true horror of the day...all the spoons are in the dishwasher! (Oh the humanity!)
Until next incident in the freezer...
Sunday, January 14, 2007
So, I got this great idea for next year's calendar. I'm going to try to make a calendar consisting of nothing but white blossoms. White flowers, you know, calla lilies, magnolias, white roses, lily of the valley, etc.
I'm calling it my "blossom white" project. Wish me luck!
Until next non-colored bloom on display...
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Those of you who know me probably know that I belong to several photography groups. I participate in most of them in one way or another but, after fifteen years in photography groups, fifteen years of group shows, seemingly endlessly boring meetings, and fifteen years of "personal squabbling," or "creative differences," it gets hard to keep up with it all. Some of the folks who know me know that I've grown to avoid certain photo group meetings. Not because I don't like the group, or don't want to be a part of it, not because I'm bored with it all, or can't stand the people (many of the same people go to all of the same groups, mind you) just because, well, if I bothered to keep up with all the photo groups I'm in, well, I'd never get any photography done. I'd be insane, running from meeting to meeting, trying to keep up with each of the groups in Austin. And, believe me, there are at least five or six and they can be very active.
So, I take it in stride. I go to field trips from one group, meetings from another, participate in groups shows with different ones, attend holiday parties for another, and so on. I spread the "Carol presences" out like a blanket-carefully melding it to each corner of the Austin photographic universe, watching the scales carefully, so they don't "tip" in favor of one group more than another, all the while making sure I don't spread myself too thin. In the course of doing this, I've found that there's one particular group whose meetings I avoid completely. It's not because I don't like them (I do) it's not because I don't want to attend the meetings (I do) it's just that, well, a girl can only go to so many meetings in a month, and they just keep losing out. I think I've been a paying member of this group for a few years now, but have yet to go to a meeting. I go to all of their field trips, attend workshops they offer, even have friends in the group, just keep missing the meetings. It's become a bit of a running joke, actually. I'm a proud member of the Austin Shutterbugs but have yet to attend a meeting.
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine contacted me, asking me about the various groups, specifically asking about the Shutterbugs. I told him honestly what I thought about the group, actually all the groups to which I belong. He decided that it would be a good idea for him to join the Shutterbugs. I informed him that they meet on the second Thursday of the month. (How I know this, when I never actually attend any of the meetings is, well, I guess, just part of the joke.)
Over the course of the time I've been a Shutterbug, I've gotten quite crafty about avoiding the meetings. I'd have to say, actually, downright creative. I've been known to use every excuse in the book and, well, some that aren't. "I have a genetic defect," I admitted once on a field trip, "I can't attend long club meetings. Anything over two hours and I spasm. Honest!" Sure, there has been a few times when I've actually tried to go, and something got in the way-I was sick, I was running late, my dog had problems, or some such thing but, for the most part, I've unabashedly missed the meetings. So now this puts me in an interesting situation. I'm actively recruiting for the group, but have yet to attend any of the meetings myself. I'm a paid member, and I go on a lot of the field trips and workshops, but never attend any of the meetings. To make matters more interesting, yearly dues are now due.
So, I said to my friend, the one who's interested in joining, "Hey, if I give you $20, would you mind paying my dues at the next meeting for me?" I have to admit though, even for somebody as lazy as I am-I mean, I'm like the queen of slack, having never attended a meeting in the years I've been a member-I've gone a bit too far with this one now, don't you think? I mean, not only am I too lazy to actually attend a meeting, but I'm recruiting other folks who will sign up and, presumably, not go to meetings with me. I'm so lazy I should get an award. I belong in the "Academy of Slack" or something, right next to a picture of paint that doesn't dry fast enough and like one of those slow moving tree creatures that just sort of hangs there, in the woods, don't you think? I have more slack than a pile of rope on the floor.
I'd give myself an award, except that I already know I'd be too lazy to show up at my own awards ceremony. And like, you know, you just know, it'd be held on the second Thursday of the month.
And, as for my dues. It's not too late. I can still mail them in.
Until next...sorry, gotta run, can't meet this week...
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Steve IM'd me the other day to tell me, "if you go down Congress, hold your breath." In case you haven't heard the news, there's been a flock of dead birds found near the capitol building in downtown Austin. There were crews with haz-mat gear and leaf blowers corralling the dead birds, presumably blowing them into zip loc baggies for further study. Birdy autopsies are planned but there were no early results. Nobody really has a clue as to what caused the birds to die, all we know is that a flock of birds was found dead at 3 am (no word on who was up at 3 am, what they were doing downtown, near the Capitol building, or, for that matter, how they spotted the dead birds in the dark. Ah, life's little mysteries, aren't they, excuse the pun, "just ducky?")
Speaking of "breathless," also in the news is an article about my favorite cross dressing, on-again off-again sorta-kinda-sometimes candidate for mayor, but always "fabulous" celebrity, Leslie, turning himself into a refrigerator magnet. You might be able to read more about it here.
Our favorite quote from the article, "Miniature accessories include cowboy boots, a tiara, two cans of Lone Star beer, and an armadillo on a leash." Wow. What can I say. It's kind of hard to top an armadillo on a leash, isn't it?
Well, unless you have a haz-mat crew, a flock of dead birds, and million little zip loc baggies at your disposal, I guess.
Until next tiara...
Saturday, January 06, 2007
No, it's not what you think. Lately, my TiVo's been working! It's been working by recording lots of Law and Order, CSI, Criminal Minds, and many other murder mystery shows on TV. Now, I know I really shouldn't complain about this, seeing as I've been bitching all along about wanting aTiVo that would record Law and Order, lots of Law and Order, and nothing but Law and Order but, lately anyway, TiVo's been driving me nuts.
It's been working overtime, and, HELP!, I can't keep up. It's recording a mountain of programming, you see. Not just a mountain, but hours and hours of Law and Order, CSI, Murder Incorporated, and any other crime drama on TV. Who knew there were so many crime dramas on TV? Who knew that, on any given night you could just plop yourself down on the couch and watch hour after hour of crime drama? Don't these murdering people get out and like go on vacation or something? (Never mind, I really don't want to know the answer to that.) I never realized that you could watch crime drama on TV 24x7 and never run out of TV shows. HELP!
And now it has me convinced, once again, that it's trying to kill somebody. It's an entirely new plot-a new twist on the "I'm a TiVo and I'm going to slowly but surely drive Carol mad" epic drama that's been playing out in my living room (now, actually, my bedroom! It's inching closer!) It's burying me under a mountain of murder mysteries. It's like I'm drowning on the murdering titanic and I'm left forced to bail with a soup spoon while, everyday, theiceberg inches closer. It's a flood of crime drama. If there's a murder on TV, any channel at all, TiVo's all over it. If there's even a hint of a murder...if they like show us some dead body or even some guy in a coma (that would explain my recent fascination with House MD, actually) it goes nuts. It's all over it. Murder here, murder there. I can quote forensics better than most of the actors on CSI . I know why you use bleach at a crime scene and I know what company makes those little blue booties they wear on their feet (over their shoes!) so they don't get blood all over the already blood soaked carpet. Help! HELP! I tell you. HELP!
The other day, somebody came up to me and asked, since President Ford had just died, "Did you know somebody once tried to assassinate him?"
"Oh yeah," I replied, "Squeaky Fromme. One of the Manson Family chicks. I know all about them. They were the folks who offed the scion to the Folger's coffee clan in a house in Los Angeles, a house that was recently rented by Trent Reznor actually, and used to record a Gothic album. Yeah, she's in prison in California, along with the other Manson Family members, after a long trial involving a Colt .45 and...." HELP! People think I'm weird. And it's all because of TiVo. And I still have a mountain of murder left to watch. I can't unboop it fast enough.
I mean, why else would I actually seriously consider watching "Menendez: A Murder in Beverly Hills?"
Until next murder....
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Here's an opportunity I thought you should know about.
The Art of Digital Imagery
Submissions due online by January 16, 2007
Note change in date from November 28
Open worldwide to amateur and professionals, working with traditional or digital photography, or combinations of both.
Theme: The Art of Digital Imagery –The intent of this exhibition is to showcase photographic art created through the digital process. All images must be printed using any of the various digital printing processes. Therefore, traditional darkroom printed images are not eligible for this exhibition. Images must be derived from scanned positives (slides) or negatives, images created with digital cameras, images derived from scanners, and any other digital means.
Juried by George DeWolfe, Senior Editor, CameraArts magazine
The exhibition awards opportunities for artists to present their work to an international audience of collectors, curators, art consultants and others who appreciate the fine art of photography.
Entries due January 16, 2007
January 29, 2007 : Notification of acceptance
February 23, 2007: Exhibition opening
March 2, 2007: Public reception for artists
March 24, 2007: Exhibition closes
For more information, visit the Center for Fine Art Photography's website.
Monday, January 01, 2007
No, this isn't about mega pixels. It's about what I plan to do over the course of the next year. Yes, my snowflakes, it's time for queen flake (that would be me) to take stock (excuse the pun) of things and prepare for all the excitement that, I'm sure, 2007 will bring.
In 2006, I was in a national juried show in NYC (with Joyce Tenneson. Go me!) I had some of my work published in various sources, and I participated in a few group shows. I did the Heart Gallery which, although not profitable (for me or the kids) allowed me to stretch as a visual artist and move more into the realm of the photographic portrait. If I had to sum it up, actually, 2006 was the "year of the portrait" for me, since most of the success I had was directly attributed to my portrait work (which, in case you couldn't tell from peeking, isn't all that extensive yet, somehow, managed to be recognized. Go figure.) I've never really been a portrait photographer but had some limited success, I guess, last year, due on part mostly to dumb luck and, um, well, dumb luck counts for a lot, doesn't it?
Anyway, enough about the dumb luck of the past. 2007 will hopefully bring on new dumb luck, possibly in the form of trips. I look forward to re-visiting Venice,Los Angeles as night with The Nocturnes in June, and possibly Barcelona in the fall. (Here's hoping, right?) Since that's a record pace for me (I don't get out much) I've decided to keep the group exhibitions to a bare minimum, as was the case with 2006 (I tried to limit myself to 4 and managed to clock in pretty close to that, actually.) I will participate in a charity show at Austin Airport in the early part of the year, involving service dogs and the Humane Society (I love them. They gave me Charlie) so look for that in the coming weeks (months.) I may or may not re-visit the Heart Gallery which, although doesn't make for great "blogging" images (I can't and, actually, don't want to, post the resulting portraits) it can lead to mountains of "blogger fodder" in terms of funny stories, so look for that in the summer, if it's happening at all.
I have yet to achieve the fame and adulation of the reclusive "one person show" but continue to send out packets at a record pace (well, record for me, as snails, sloth, and other slow movers pass me by.) Expect this to continue until, um, somebody screws up and actually gives me a show or I give up which, despite appearances to the contrary, probably won't happen anytime soon. (I'll just slow down the pace of submitting, thereby giving the appearance of "giving up." Have no fear, my snowflakes, for this is just a ploy-a clever plot devised to, well, to help me overcome...Oh, who am I kidding? If I don't get a show, I just slow up sending crap-on-a-stick to un-suspecting galleries until I make more work I feel worthy, and then the vicious cycle will repeat itself ad nausea.)
As far as my on-line presence, expect this to change in 2007 as well. After years of being a "free" blogger, I may actually spring for a "real" website. I have not been in a hurry to do this, in part because I don't feel a pressing need but, 2007 might see a change of heart in this regard. Then again, in between clearing off all the CompactFlash from the trips, blogging on a semi-regular basis, and doing the group shows, who has time for website development? (Didn't I say that last year? Never-mind. Don't answer that.)
2006 found me making small photo books of my work, and I have watched as their quality has improved (somewhat) over time. I expect 2007 will bring more books, maybe even inching me closer and closer to a "real" publication of my own. I would expect this to tie-in with the website in some way, although, please don't hold me to that. All pie-in-the-sky predictions I don't feel comfortable lunging into head first quite yet.
Now, for the fun stuff. What kind of projects do I expect to be working on in 2007? Well, for starters, I have been tossing around the notion of having a "doggie" camera-since I often find myself too tired to take pictures, I've decided it might be best to leverage "puppy energy" and have Chase take up photography. I'm looking for a way to attach a camera to his collar. I also plan to purchase a new lensbaby that will allow me to do lensbaby work at night, as well as finally obtaining a telephoto lensbaby (finally! KathyV and I have been screaming for one of these for years now. Geesh! What took you lensbabians so long?) I might finally invest in a fish-eye or some sort of more wide angle lens as well as probably purchasing a "nifty fifty" or a beginner lens that's a flat (fixed) 50mm capable of shooting "wide open" at F1.2 or F1.4. These are quite suitable for bokeh, and I've been toying around with that for a while, so it logically follows I would invest some into it. I also plan to "let my inner Uta Barth run free" as I delve more (much, much more) into the realm of the abstract. I've decided to put off the "little suicides" project until I can get a makeup artist (and drop a lot of weight) but will probably continue some of the running themes I have going already (religious "iconography", dress forms, manipulations, reflections, masks/personae obscura, architectural wonders, patterns in nature, and so on.) I also resolve to get over to the cemetery more often, especially the State one in Austin, that's fabulous yet unphotographed (much) by me.
Looks like 2007 is shaping up to be an interesting year. And, yeah, if I had to riff about resolutions, 8 mega pixels and loads of Compact Flash ought to be enough for anybody.
Until next resolution...