Laurie’s been reorganizing the house over winter break, and she finally got to the armory/computer room/photo room/workshop that has been doubling as a large closet to store everything that we didn’t have a place for otherwise. Scads of age old electronics, analog sound equipment, computers and peripherals have come out of this room — many of which go back to the stone age of their technology.
One of our interesting morning skies with light cloud cover and contrails.
Even though it’s winter, you still see lots of cool motorcycles on the streets around Albuquerque.
I suppose the title could be for a law office, but it’s simply Rosencrantz, a finch and Guildenstern.
There was a free photo van parked in front of our office all morning. It’s part of a 1% for the arts project where people can have their portraits taken, and the portraits are going to be all put together in a mural, I believe. It’s an interesting project.
In the continuing saga of the aftermath of the flamenco fire, the restoration to clean up the smoke damage on our office is finally underway.
In the relative ages of cars, typewriters and computers, do an old VW bus and an old Macintosh SE/30 fit the same virtual vintages, as compared to an old IBM Selectric II and a blurry old coupe from the late 1940’s or early 1950’s?
Rosencrantz and René were both wanting my attention, and neither one cared much for the critter competition they had going on.
I went out to photograph an old wood mill in the north valley, and as I got to the top of a rail spur there was a dog gnawing on an old carcass. He was so involved at first that he didn’t notice me. After a few shots, he heard the shutter in my camera and looked up. He was standing his ground and then started coming sideways towards me half snarling and licking his chops. I didn’t push my luck by trying to cross the dog’s path to get down where I could get better shots of the buildings. I got a few shots of the mill from standing on the rail spur and then a shot toward the mountains as I walked back to the car. I presume the dog went back to gnawing the carcass.
We took a walk on the river at sunset on New Year’s day and saw the first pink on the Sandias for 2014. The geese were flying, but the cranes were settling in for the night.
Off Center & Not Even 