Fragments From Floyd

Friday, I went across to the other side of the county to work with some musician friends. They need CD cover graphics for a new retrospective that will collect two of their previous works on one disk. I took 100 shots, and we'll see if any of them suit. The one above is not one of those I put up in the gallery for them, but I sort of like it: the foreground with the irrelevant and disinterested dog and the grass in color in focus; the musicians understated, in the background, sepia toned, back in time.

Saturday, we had some new friends (and their Easter-visiting daughters and friend) over for a walkabout, and dessert on the upstairs porch. One of the daughters asked me about my writing. I mentioned the radio essays, then how I envied Garrison Keillor the pregnant pauses that are always digitally removed from my little pieces to cram them into available space. And with one thing leading to another, we began to demonstrate our abilities to make animal noises, a la Fred Farrell--a bunch of grownups eating cake and immitating mating wapiti and lovesick moose on the banks of Goose Creek. I think I'm right that this was a HeresHome first.

Yesterday, we visited another couple who we've known for some time--met, I think, at a Spoken Word event more than a year ago. They've only recently been to our place, and yesterday, we saw theirs for the first time. There, we walked the half mile trail that S has carved out of the piney woods and enjoyed a glass of wine at the end of a full day and a busy week. Life is good.