|On a dirt road with no traffic.|
|A required stop. Note bird shit on window.|
In yard news, the hummingbirds are back. I only had a couple, but their numbers have been increasing daily, and yesterday there were about a dozen.
Also, remember that weird squash? I planted some seeds and a couple are already up. Summer won't last long enough for them to come to fruition, but fun anyway.
In other news—but I won't bother you about the convention. You know all that.
However, this is a very interesting article about the inherent problem of documentary work. It goes for still photography and writing as well as for film. Keep reading til you hit the point where the (Bronx born, Puerto Rican) filmmaker says, "have you ever seen a documentary about rich white people made by poor black people?"
Here is an article about a white person doing documentary work on her own kind: Donna Ferrato.
And finally, an article that I find very troubling because I know too many women in this situation, women who because of divorce, job loss, bad planning or other factors find themselves without enough money to live. And, yes, they are mostly women. I don't know what to do about it, but I don't think eliminating government safety nets will trickle down to help them. Maybe they should move to the Ozarks.
read here). I have eaten it in soup, but she told me that is for medicine. Better to cut open, chop and stir fry with some chicken. Well I put it on the counter, and the next day—pop! The dragon's maw yawned. Shocking colors! I took out the seeds and chopped it up and sauteed it in some olive oil. It was bitter in a good way and a little gooey. Supposed to be a good medicine for cancer, diabetes, etc. I think I'll plant the seeds. . .
|Judges Dugan and Crider|
It was fun to see Dennis, former Quill employee, and hear about his latest project. He is to have a booth selling his wagon train prints at Branson's Silver Dollar City, which I take to be a western-themed mall. He has to wear a cowboy outfit!
PS This post made Frank mad. He thought I was saying West Plains had no culture. What I am complaining about is that they do not support their cultural institutions. Like the only museum in town. And actually, like Frank's former newspaper. Of course there are cultured (is that like yogurt?) people here—why do you think I keep coming back!