Lettuce Give Thanks

Today, it will be 90 degrees Fahrenheit. A few weeks ago, it was cool and rainy. So much for the Southern California spring!
Here are 2 minutes of a rainy scene in our garden:

The garden has changed a lot since then. We have many lettuce plants that are doing well. They will want to bolt if it stays hot for too many days in a row.

The photo is a cropped/stitched image of some breakfast radishes from the garden of last year.

They are sometimes bitter
And grow up too fast
But underneath
They really are sweet
And love to blend in

Sorry for the title!

Our House is on Fire

A musical response to this piece of art:
https://www.deviantart.com/hummbuzz/art/Our-House-is-on-Fire-827870854

Our house is on fire – And the baby’s on the roof –
No one would believe me – But baby, I got proof
The stars keep shinin’ – Don’t mean no thing to me
The sky has folded up and said he’s gonna leave,    

Our house is on fire – And the baby’s on the roof –
No one would believe me – But baby, I got proof
The four winds keep howlin’, tellin’ us the tale
Everyone’s deep pockets, everyone’s for sale

Our house is on fire – And the baby’s on the roof –
No one would believe me – But baby, I got proof
Takin’ what we need, and then a whole lot more
Mother earth’s done waitin’, She’ll be settlin’ that score

THE SONG:

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2019 -Was Eclectic

It’s always an interesting exercise to review the work from the previous year. It’s sort of a snapshot of the previous 12 months and reveals how much effort was put into the craft.
As expected, my photographic output was “less than usual”. That happens when artistic efforts are divided among other mediums.
Still, 2019 was a year dedicated to returning to older habits that have suffered over the last four years. Most specifically, just getting out there to make photographs.

Here are some one-second snippets from last year:

O Winged Thing

An Ekphrasitc Poem by Richard Leach

O winged thing,
flight evolved four
separate times on earth.
Do we find in you the fifth?

O winged thing,
you move through the streets
and squares of the city.

O winged thing,
do you come hunting,
to silently seize
and bear away?

O winged thing,
do you come to shelter,
to hide us behind
your outspread wings?

O winged thing,
I would not be taken
and might welcome shelter.

O winged thing,
do you have a voice?

O winged thing,
should you pass by swiftly
I will say that the sudden wind we felt
was the breath of your passage.

©Richard Leach: https://www.deviantart.com/richardleach/art/O-Winged-Thing-812888397

Source photo by ©Hanan Kazma: https://www.deviantart.com/partiallyhere/art/winged-812797721

©Video creation by me.