October 31, 2011
Worn out faces,
Don’t care what the pace is.
And Settlin’ Down, Poco
From my Seen Lyrics series.
October 30, 2011
The first frost of the season arrived last night, as did the season’s first comfort food. My altered homemade Sheppard’s Pie was easily a notch or two just above the mark of delicious. Both the change in the weather and the food reminded me of traditions.
Much like everything, you can’t expect traditions or seasons to always be the same. They change. But you can count on them to be exactly what they always are. Regular.
October 29, 2011
I spent last night refining my blog migration and crunching data into the late hours as sleet lightly made it’s presence on my windowsill.
I also watched the end of summer officially came to a close with the St. Louis Cardinals winning the 2011 World Series in game seven as I sat with my pups, a sweatshirt, and several screens of code lighting up the darkened room. All of this seems like the perfect reason to put on another pair of socks, freshen my coffee, and give Mr. Henley’s Boys of Summer a spin on the turntable.
Out on the road today I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac.
October 28, 2011
There’s a Halloween transformation going on – nothing too scary though, just some coding and a redirection. My new look and location for my daily photoblog is ALIVE! Things may shift a little as I tweak and refine the design, but the content will remain the same. Take a look around and please share with your friends.
With A Passing Glimpse’s new look and new home, I’ve migrated all of my previous posts to my garygarbett.com domain and everything is finally housed together. All previous links to my blog will redirect to my new location. If you bookmarked my previous Blogger address, please take a moment to update.
Many thanks to John over at Tentblogger for the great tutorial on migrating from Blogger to WordPress. This was done while sipping a few cups of coffee, no frustration, and most importantly without losing SEO or links. The instructions were seamless. Thanks John!
As always, thanks for everyone who drops in to follow what I’m doing. A Passing Glimpse has been a creative tool that continues to stretch me artistically every day. No tricks, just treats.
October 27, 2011
I have a new project. It arrived in the mail.
While wearing my Wayfarers at 6:32AM this morning, I opened the manila envelope addressed to me. Inside was my new sketchbook and the official greeting to The 2012 Sketchbook Project. Coffee and a wrath of imaginative brainstorming quickly followed, all before the sun decided to rise.
As I break loose with immense doodling and gesso painting, I’ll post my progress and hope you’ll drop in for a peek.
In January, my sketchbook will be one of several making the Global Sketchbook Gallery and Museum Tour that begins in April of 2012. Following it’s world tour, my book be permanently added to the collection of The Brooklyn Art Library.
My Wayfarers will not be making the tour. Doodle on.
October 26, 2011
Recently I’ve had several reminders of a story that I wrote a few years ago.
It centers on a conversation between two total strangers and their hour or so together during a happenstance event of crossed paths. I’m personally drawn to each character’s voice. It’s a unique tale with layers of vagueness leaving a pondering question of why. Nothing is clearly focused as either black or white aside from their joint celebration of the moment.
Much like a successful painting, the engagement of the gray area leave joyous uncertainties. Filling in those blanks allow us the opportunity to discover ourselves.
It may be time for me to revisit that crossed path once again.
October 25, 2011
Days and gifts all run together.
For my birthday, I received several packages of whole bean coffee. Sipping from a hot cup of java is one of my favorite things in the world. It’s right up there with watching classic cinema, listening to music on vinyl records, and taking road trips. Each defines me.
Before my life of sobriety, which now defines me more than anything, beer too was once on my favorites list. I still enjoy an occasional tall chilled glass from time to time. The difference is that today it’s poured from the non-alcoholic variety.
Yesterday I was ready to enjoy some of my birthday French Roast when I noticed that dreaded green sticker on top of the package. It read: Decaffeinated. “Decaffeinated French Roast?” Aside from it seeming like such an oxymoron my discovery released a vocal reaction of “….ahhhhhhhh!” But just as I had with N/A beers, I found the perfect place for that green-labeled beast in my life. I ran the water, ground the beans, and brewed a large pot last night. It was the perfect accompaniment for the mid-week after dinner tiramisu that our daughter made for dessert. The coffee, the company, the moment… all perfect.
I’ve always been a visual person, a visual learner, and one who just needs vision in my life. Sometimes however, the experience far outweighs the importance of the packaging. Regardless how it’s wrapped, days and gifts all run together.
October 24, 2011
I dig the warmth that the autumn light brings.
The glow makes my office inviting. So I do. I invite myself. To be with the warmth of the light, the crispness of the air, and the curio hipness of stuff that undoubtedly makes me be me.
I collect life trinkets… and light.
October 24, 2011
The cooler days of autumn have arrived.
Yesterday I made an attempt to remedy this seasonal drudgery with pot of homemade pinto bean, grilled chicken, and brown rice soup. Serving it up with a dollop of sour cream, saltines, Vermont white cheddar, freshly brewed Starbucks coffee, an ice cold O’douls and an afternoon of football watching in my hooded sweatshirt and shorts was the best I could come up with.
Damn this autumn thing. I’m doing the best I can.