Wednesday, August 25, 2010

For No Apparent Reason . . .

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It will soon be two years ago
That this blogging adventure started
An adventure with no discernible beginning
And an even less discernible end
Two years have flown by
Like gulls gliding over salt water
A blog for no apparent reason
Just because
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In two years the counter has topped 45000 visits
Is that good or bad or indifferent ?
The followers widget has been stuck
At just under 400 for weeks or months now
Who will be number 400 ?
Does it matter, one way or another ?
It hasn't gone viral yet I guess
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But by the grace of whatever deities
May or may not exist in the blogosphere
A few good people have wandered up to this doorstep
And peered in through the broken shutters
The broken shutters with peeling paint
On the dream house in which this blog survives
Where a cat lies snoring peacefully, wheezing
While a full moon floats without effort above all
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For no apparent reason
Perhaps the adventure shall continue a while yet
If you so decree it
Another year or two or three ?
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And for no apparent reason
I wanted to share these brambles
Bearing fruits not yet ripe and delicate flowers
With you
Simply because . . .
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Again for you, just because
These twisted stems of wildflowers
Surviving in the face of stiff sea breezes . . .
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While out on a bit of a ramble in Brittany on Friday the 13th, I chanced upon this odd sign on the side of a well weathered building, where a real live painter had stopped halfway up the wall.
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So imagine my surprise when the very next day, Saturday the 14th, out on the island of Ouessant, while bicycling about, I stumbled on this scene, and could do naught else but steal a photograph. Isn't fate odd sometimes ?
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And on a stony beach, also on Friday the 13th, these stones where someone had been painting a boat caught my eye, as no pains had been taken to spread canvas out around the boat in progress to protect the beach. What would Jackson Pollock have said ??? So, I offer you these stones, for no apparent reason, perhaps just to say, thanks for stopping by, you are the best blog buddies I could have ever imagined.
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73 comments:

English Rider said...

Owen, you are a very good blog-nurturer and deserve every follower, and then some. Whether it's Just Because or What the Heck that makes you do it, you illuminate many a computer screen around the world.

Lily Hydrangea said...

Time does fly doesn't it?
Nice post & great pictures too.

The Pliers said...

Happy Soon-To-Be 2nd anniversary, Owen! And many happy returns of the day!

I especially like the "Paint On Pebbles" image.

Steve said...

Here's hoping for a lifetime of blogging!

Le Journal de Chrys said...

Je n'ai pas tout lu (oui, bon, mon anglais est vieillissant...) mais félicitations pour ces deux années de blog!!!!

Karine A. said...

Jolie Ode à un blog pour qui, pour quoi, mais pour nous !
Et j'ADORE l'histoire du peintre avec qui le hasard joue...
Il n'y a que toi qui sois capable de voir ces choses, que toi qui réussisses à charmer le hasard aussi bien !

Alberto Oliver said...

May your blog live 100 more years dear friend,,,thanks for the good moments,,the support,,the friendship,,for the memories...
Congratulations Owen,,and long life the Lantern Show!!! =)

William Evertson said...

I second and third all those sentiments! You are clear bell in a cacophony of chatter. Always the thoughtful keeper of all things beautiful in our comings and goings.

Mahon said...

Magnifique serie de photos accompagnées d'un texte intense ! vous cumulez les talents ! bravo !!! Bye !

Gine said...

J'ai bien aimé ce texte (malgré mes difficultés en anglais) et les photos sont belles aussi. Merci de continuer à poster et à faire vivre ce blog : j'y reviens régulièrement !

mythopolis said...

This was an enjoyable post. It is remarkable the connections that get made far and wide. Photos were fun as well. The last one of the painted pebbles looks like an interesting combo of photo realism with abstract expressionism.

the fly in the web said...

You show me things that make me realise I'm walking round blindfolded.
Thank you for lifting the edges.

K'line Bloom said...

La lanterne magique nous fait et nous fera rêver encore et encore...mais ce que je préfère c'est la générosité et la gentillesse de Mr Grenouille :)
Bises Owen

TechnoBabe said...

I hope your two year experience blogging has been as great for you as it has been for the readers who benefit from your wit, your photographer's eye, your writing, and your big heart.

Nevine said...

No, Owen. YOU are the best blog buddy! And your blog is one of my faves... because I come here and read honest words... and see moments where brambles were frozen in time... and oh, serendipity of serendipities... a painted man painting a wall... followed by an unpainted man painting a wall... though the latter man might be painted, too. I mean, we never do know.

Your blog has been a delight to visit... always filling me with smiles... and bending my imagination at all kinds of angles... and who can possibly resist that? And let's see, stuck under 400 for several weeks? I say it doesn't matter. It is the true followers that count... always... not those who proclaim themselves to be (okay, I stop now, because I'm going Biblical... whew!).

You can count on me to be one of the true numbers... a trooper ready to follow you wherever you wish to go (still Biblical)... whether it be a city with grand boulevards... or a town that exists only in the imagination. Congratulations on sticking with it for two... so few don't make it! :-)

Nevine

pRiyA said...

I raise my glass of beer to you. Here's to many more years of blogging Owen...(burp!)

...louciao... said...

Dear Brother Owen,
If you want to keep the Golden Toad Award, I'm afraid you'll just have to keep blogging. Them's the terms.

And size isn't everything, don't forget. Number 400 will walk in through the door, the balloons and confetti will drop from the sky while all the ships toot their horns in the harbour of your heart...and then you'll start keeping an eye for what next magical number?

Isn't it reward enough to receive all these packages of love addressed to you in little white comment boxes?

Where are we all going for our 2nd anniversary of the Magic Lantern Show?
Will there be champagne? There ought to be clowns.
;-)

Genie said...

I enjoyed your liberating post and the photos as well. Your point of view is always unique and an inspiration to a new blogger comme moi.

Avec un verre de vin rouge, à la vôtre!

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The Sagittarian said...

If there's champagne afoot I shall be there! 2 years and counting, good on you Bro. It's been a great time in Blogland since us siblings adopted ourselves into each others words, worlds and yes dammit hearts!

ρομπερτ said...

Life and time are to be greateful, being measured through your eyes and thoughts. Chapeau upon this achievement.

Catherine said...

a wonderfully eclectic and surreal squence as usual - thanks!! especially love those Pollock rocks...

Virginia said...

Oh my chère Owen, you must go on and on. Your blog fills my spirit like none other that i follow. You see the world like I wish I could . What a special memory getting to meet you this summer in "our" Paris! You just keep finding wonderful treasures like these photos here today and keep sharing your wondrous words as well.
xx
V

Stickup Artist said...

Dear Owen,

Congratulations on your Anniversary. From where I'm looking 399 is a spectacular accomplishment and well deserved.

Reading and looking at the world thru your eyes has been a wonderfully unique journey. Your irony, wit, honesty, artistry and poetry are unmatched and I've cherished your support and friendship.

Love Pollack's Pebbles!

Sar@h said...

Ma préférée, ce sont les galets peints ! Bientôt les tempêtes chambouleront cet agencement.

@eloh said...

This numbers game caught my attention about a year ago.

In my opinion... you can about multiply the number of signed up followers by three and that will give you the number of regular visitors.

People who will bother to comment... I think that is the name of the game.


I'm all the time saying stupid stuff... but it the only way I have of saying ... Thanks for sharing your world.

Peter said...

I feel that you are a real blogger, a born blogger... so you must continue! There are of course moments when you ask yourself why you spend all this time blogging, at least I do... but then I feel that the "show must go on". One good thing with blogging is also chance to meet a number of other bloggers, like you!!

Cildemer said...

Congratulations, Owen!
And long life to you and to "Magic Lantern Show"!
Thanks for sharing your magic world;o)

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Bises et belle fin de semaine*******

Cildemer said...

J'ai adoré le texte et les photos;o)

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Re-bises et à bientôt*******

Roxana said...

i couldn't decide between the stones and the flowers, but i think that first picture is really difficult to surpass - amazing!

and:
But by the grace of whatever deities
May or may not exist in the blogosphere
A few good people have wandered up to this doorstep
And peered in through the broken shutters
The broken shutters with peeling paint

how lovely you put this! i am smiling and thinking: and if these deities don't exist, then they have to be invented by us, just so that somebody can mention their grace in such a compelling way :-)
a thousand bows of gratitude from me, and another thousand of flowers back for you and your loved ones :-)

Owen said...

Dear All of you,
I will be back in here soon to answer all of your extremely kind words here... just have to finish up another long week at work first...

Gwen Buchanan said...

I enjoyed everything about this post, the words of yours... and your friends.. and the photos... the splattered rocks were special.. but when I saw the person painting the side of his house with a roller I thought , now that is the way to go!!!

babbler said...

Owen,
A mere 24 months is all you have been blogging, and yet you have a lifetime of wonderful stories, puctures and thoughts that cause this humble slugs tail to wag ever so vigorously! Mr. Slug and I have been busy gathering leaves for the winter, however, I have prepared another fun filled post especially for your enjoyment over at Slugs Rest. I want to lift a leaf to you for a toast...Bravo to you! We rasp in your general direction! Now come on over to visit so you can get a jump on this weeks homework assignment! And bring a number 2 pencil!
Love,
Mrs. Slug

Lydia said...

lord how i do love your blog and this is the best blogoversary post i have ever read in all my two-plus years of blogging and i cannot imagine being without images like these beautiful wonders so you darn well better blog on and on ...

Owen said...

Dear ER,
Ever since reading your brilliant account of falling over in a porta-potty, I was hooked. Your actions with the victims from France of the bus accident in California and most recently with the kitten you nurtured speak loud and clear of your generous spirit. And your thoroughly captivating writing never fails to hit home with rich images and situations we can identify with. A pleasure indeed to read. Do give a shout if you're ever over this way...

Owen said...

Hi Lily, time flies so fast it's scary... sort of like knowing that the earth is travelling around the sun at just over 67,000 miles per hour. That is so fast it's hard to comprehend. Same for the rate at which time flies out from under our feet, no matter how fast we run to keep up... thanks much !
:-)

Owen said...

Hey Pliers !
Those painted stones were a treat to find. And I imagine in a few hundred years of being rolled around by the tides the paint will wear back off them, and leave them the way they were before a sloppy painter came by there...

Your blog about travelling to France was really one of the first which showed me clearly what a bright and shining realm the blogosphere can be... and ever since I never fail to marvel at the profound depth of your humanity as you relate your travels and trials and advendtures. Spoken in your inimitable voice... I feel so lucky to have met you, and hope to see you two again soon...

Owen said...

Steve,
Now those are some kind hopes... though they say in the end a life is a blink of an eye. May your blogging also last a lifetime. And even longer, because now that I think of it, it is possible to program posts to appear on a future date. So even if one was going to kick the bucket, one could in theory continue having blog posts appear for years afterwards... so indeed, here's to a lifetime, and longer, of blogging... It is writing and humour like yours that keeps us coming back to the blogs again and again...

Owen said...

Chère Chrys, merci mille fois pour ce petit mot, et non, je suis persuadé que ton anglais est largement à l'hauteur, juste un peu rouillé peut-être, il suffit de sortir le dé-grippe du garage, et quelques gouttes feront l'affaire... faute de quoi il faudrait remonter une bouteille ou deux de la cave, solutions garanti à délier les langues vieillissantes...
:-)

J'ai bien aimé ta promenade sur Montgrand, (c'est dans l'Ardeche ?) et surtout les vieilles voitures dans le sous bois là... j'aimerais bien voir ça ! Pour comprendre il faut juste cliquer sur l'étiquette dans ma liste d'étiquettes à droit en bas qui dit "Dream Cars".

Bon dimanche...
:-)

Owen said...

Bonjour Karine (A.),
Ah, tu es sortie de devant le miroir ? Tant mieux, je suis sûr que tu es très belle comme ça, sans une glace qui déforme la réalité... j'ai bien aimé ton croquis en tout cas...

Quant au hasard, je ne saurais pas dire si c'est moi qui arrive à charmer le hasard, ou si c'est le hasard qui me charme... après tous les accidents que j'ai pu vivre (grace au hasard qui ne sourit pas toujours) je ne devrais même pas être là à blogger, donc, pour moi, chaque jour est un cadeau... du hasard, et je fais de mon mieux pour le charmer autant que possible... mais tu sais, avec une tronche de crapaud, je n'arrive plus a charmer grand monde ces jours-ci, mais bon, l'important c'est de bien regarder autour de soi... mais tu sais tout ça, car tu le fais avec un oeil d'artiste...
Merci ! Bisoux !
:-)

Owen said...

Alberto ! You are too kind by far... 100 years ? Long live the blogs ! Thank you so much for you warm company out here on the blog highway, can't tell you how much it means to me... for no man is an island...

Owen said...

Hi Bill...
I am literally reeling at the beauty and kindness of your words... indeed, a cacophony of chatter nags us constantly. I seek those rare and quiet moments when we may truly ponder upon our lives and our friends and our actions. May your muses amuse you eternally... kindling your inspirations generously...

Owen said...

Mahon, mille fois merci ! Archi gentil... j'essaierai de continuer à trouver des inspirations qui captent... je souhaiterais seulement avoir plus de temps pour animer ces pages, et pour rendre visite aux autres... car il y en a tellement de bons blogs à lire...
Encore merci...

Owen said...

Gine Djinn, je devrais écrire plus en français, mais c'est déjà difficile de trouver le temps pour faire en anglais, qui viens plus facilement. Alors, merci profondement d'avoir persisté, quand même, et d'avoir laissé un si gentil message...

Deborah said...

Owen I wish I could do your blog justice with my comments, really. Your voice is so unique, so natural and completely guileless - no wonder so many people are drawn to it.

I see you as an eternally curious explorer, but a homebody, too. All these little excursions you go on and photograph in your whimsical way give us a peek into your immediate world - both the geographical and spiritual one.
Not much misses your acute eye, I'm sure.

And to English Rider's comment - I second the emotion!

Owen said...

Hi Mythop, the connections out there waiting to happen, constantly evolving, never fail to amaze me... just the simple fact that we are here chatting away merrily as though we've met somewhere in the past, is fair well miraculous. As for abstract expressionism meeting with photo realism, it is fabulous when art and real life join hands and go for a romp to stimulate our curious minds which are looking for connections consciously or unconsciously nearly all the time, even while sleeping. I think the music that should accompany that photo though is perhaps : Everybody Must Get Stoned...
:-)

Owen said...

Dear Fly,
If I have in any way assisted in removing blindfolds, then that is a good thing indeed. Though I think you exaggerate, for everything I've read at your place indicates that your vision is crystal clear, and not in any way hindered by blindfolds !
Cheers, and thanks !

Owen said...

Chère K'line,
Etant un reveur confirmé et grave je ne peux qu'encourager le fait de rever chez les autres, et si ces petits billets en photos réussissent à te faire rever même un tout petit peu parfois, ce serait une chose miraculeuse et mirifique pour moi, petit crapaud croassant que ch'suis... la grenouille a bien aimé ton commentaire, car elle, elle est bien madame Grenouille ici, mais moi, c'est Mr Toad, donc Crapaud. En tant que Crapaud, je n'aurai jamais la grace, l'élégance, la finesse, la beauté d'une grenouille... mais bon, si tu voudrais me voir comme grenouille, et non pas crapaud, tu peux, tu peux, tu as le droit de rever un peu, et oui, on blog pour ça, pour rever un maximum...
Grands bisoux K'line, et bon dimanche, bonne rentrée si la rentrée te concerne... on sait tellement peu de la petite fée verte... sauf qu'elle est magique, ça on sait bien...

Owen said...

Dear TechnoB, these past two years have been pure adventure, joyous adventure, looking back I cannot begin to count the number of wonderful things that have happened as a direct result of blogging... meeting some truly good people, some even in person, has been simply fabulous. Sort of like discovering all over again, that hey, there is intelligent life out there, and warmth, and friendship, and good company, and wit, and laughs, and joy, and tears; after having wandered in the desert for years... Yes, and it is largely thanks to good people like yourself who return, who leave a glowing trace in your passage... and I thank you for that...

Owen said...

Ah Nevine, what can I possibly say ? I think you are the queen of one of the lost tribes that went out into the Egyptian desert, and created magical ways of looking at this world, this planet we inhabit so briefly. I love it when you get biblical, you may go biblical here whenever you wish. And you are right, of course, the numbers mean little, it's not quantity that matters, but quality, the deepest qualities possible, the essential and timeless qualities... I am simply happy, profoundly so, that the power of the internet and the blogging world allowed us to meet here... someday I hope we'll be able to meet either in Paris or in Texas, or maybe in Paris, Texas ???

Which reminds me, I'm going to be travelling for work in September, and will be in the Dallas Fort Worth area for a day or so on Monday 13th... not a very large window of opportunity there, but if you happen to be around Dallas that day... who knows...
:-)

Owen said...

Priya ! There you go burping again... decidedly, that beer !

Ah, if you were here I'd be happy to offer you a beer to celebrated blogging birthdays and blogging in general... I brought back a little bit of beer from Brittany this summer, it needs to be tasted....
uurrrrpppppp !
;-)

The Poet Laura-eate said...

Not just an excellent blogger but many of your photographs could be turned into greetings cards for that bolt-on online shop!

Plus it stops you getting lost in the wilds of France with only the ex-pats to talk to and a drinking habit to assume. ;-)

Owen said...

Dearest Lynne,
I wouldn't give up the golden toad award for anything in the world, so I guess the blog will just have to go on, and on, and on. And just since writing that last post, the followers counter went up to 401, and now has dropped back to 400, I guess people come and go... but now that it has reached that fabled four hundred mark, I guess the next mark I'll be keeping an eye out for will be 4000. Well, I won't hold my breath...

And to celebrate all the love arriving in this white comment box, perhaps a reunion in Churchill on the shores of the Hudson Bay would be appropriate, where there is plenty of white, even white bears to come sip champagne with us, or to sip us as champagne for bears ? I'd love to see northern Canada some day. Especially Lake Athabaska out on the border of Alberta and Saskatchewan... looking at the map just now I noticed there's a place called Athabasca Sand Dunes Provincial Park on the edge of the lake... I wonder what that looks like ??? Sand dunes in Canada ??? But are there any dream houses out that way, some fixer uppers maybe we could hold our big blog birthday party in ??? And will Saj be doing the bartending ??? I think so, yes, I think she must. But we can invite everyone, and see what sort of bottles everyone turns up with, and take it from there... but certainly champagne, lots of champagne...

Maybe Bruce could come and do the music. Which reminds me, I just heard for the first time a piece he did a while back, which sort of grabbed me... don't know how I missed it all these years...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5EQDNyTTpY&feature=related

So, yes, Bring in the Clowns ! The clowns are all around us already ...

Owen said...

Hi Genie,
Well ok then, bottoms up for a verre de rouge... or two even, why skimp ? Just noticed in your profile where it says you're in Mobile, Alabama, so I guess while sipping our red wine we could put on that old Dylan tune... Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again.... I always liked the lines in that one that say :

"Well Shakespeare he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells
Speaking to some French girl
Who says she knows me well
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked..."

Thanks Genie ! May the inspiration always be with you...

Owen said...

Bonjour Amaraentus,
La nature est pleine de forces fabuleuses, souvent très subtiles, mais qui revelent leur secrets si l'on regarde soigneusement, ce qui est toujours un plaisir à faire...

En te souhaitant de belles journées à toi aussi en cette fin d'été, l'été qui n'en était pas vraiment ici dans le nord de la France en tout cas... très frais et pas mal de pluie. Pas du trace de ce canicule qu'ils vécu en Russie. J'espère qu'à Edmonton il faisait plus chaud qu'ici...

Je vais demander au masque de nous attribuer encore un peu de beau temps avant l'hiver...

Owen said...

Dear dear Saj, you said it Sis ! Since those mutual adoptions took place, life has been rosier for sure, knowing there are siblings in distant places can't help but make one want to go there even more, and can't help but warm our hearts... Now, I can hear that Lynne popping corks impatiently, so come on, let's head on over there, wherever "there" is... !

Owen said...

Robert, spoken like the philosopher poet you most certainly are... and I thank you...

Owen said...

Hi Catherine, the world is full of surreal bits of details when one wanders around in a somewhat surreal state of mind... which is often the case with me, for better or worse... Thanks so much for your visits and company out here along the blogging trail...
:-)

Owen said...

Hi Virginia,
I'm overwhelmed... too kind by far... Yes indeed, I too feel very lucky to have been able to spend that afternoon with you and Mary and Peter and JB. And I probably would have gone on a long time in ignorance about that little treasure trove of history which is the Picpus Cemetery had not you and Mary clued me in to its existence...

And I just realized after seeing you and Mary in a photo on Genie's blog that Genie was also there in June. So you clearly have a real talent for getting people together, even far from home, in Paris... But home is where the heart is, and I suspect a fair part of your heart is already dedicated to your adopted city...
:-)

Owen said...

Hi Stickup,
Well you and Semper are just going to have get your bags packed and get over here, so you can track down a certain Fram and go looking at some the countryside in this small but densely rich country... and I'll be happy to show you where Pollock's Pebbles may be found... though it's a well guarded secret, you'll have to sign a form saying you won't reveal their location... And then we could hop back across the pond and go get a pizza at Apollo's... and a beer after at John's Bar & Grill...
:-)

Owen said...

Salut Sar@h,
oui, tu as sûrement raison, ces galets seront remoués par les marées de pleine lune, il n'y jamais deux fois la même photo... C'était vers Plougerneau et Aber Wrac'h, un joli coin que je ne connaissais pas très bien...

Owen said...

Hey @eloh,
I count my blessings that anyone at all would drop in here and leave a comment, the biggest pleasure of blogging is getting reactions, often off the cuff, raw and unadulterated, people just speaking their mind. I know how busy everyone is just surviving and living from day to day. That anyone would see these short illustrated articles as worthy of comment is still astonishing to me... I remember clearly the first several months where I was posting and posting and had zero or close to zero visitors and no comments. But then little by little people started dropping in. Good people. Good people like you...

Owen said...

Hey Peter !
You are right, the show must go on ! And I hope we shall meet again soon in Paris, perhaps with Adam next time. I'm going to have a busy month of September, travelling, but we'll make it happen one of these days...
Thanks for everything you do, and for sharing your amazing first hand knowledge of Paris with us...

Owen said...

Salut Cildemer !
Merci mille fois, et bises to you too... oui, que l'aventure continue encore un bon moment, car c'est trop bon de faire la connaissance de toutes ces personnes créatives et vives d'esprit...

Owen said...

Ah Roxana,
You bring tears of pure happiness to my eyes...

I wanted to try working a little room of light magic with certain filtered effects on that first photo, but finally just didn't have time, but was certainly thinking about it, and asking myself, what would Roxana have done with this one... for you and your simply beautiful work are on a pedestal in my mind, a reference of excellence, a standard of achingly beautiful images that simply ooze poetry from every dot of grain in them.

I'm not much of a believer in deities of any stripe, other than those in the wind and mountains and sea and clouds, but yes, we must sometimes invent them to help us grasp the complexities of the wonders that befall us. Is all purely hasard and chance ???

May the Floating Bridge have a long and dream filled life, where some of the finest art in the entire world is being created. Such a rare privilege to see it unfolding in slow motion, like flowers unfolding from their buds...

Be well dear Roxana, be well...

Owen said...

Hi Gwen !
I guess living by the seaside as you do you know a thing or two about having to maintain places before they get too worn by the weather, even if weatherworn is often very attractive, it is not always conducive to keeping houses standing up in good health... Thanks so much. And I really enjoyed seeing your report about the building finishing in process... wow, it's going to be beautiful when all done...

Owen said...

Dear Mrs Babbler Slug, a such a pleasure to see your glistening trail through hear, and to hear of wagging slug tails way out in Oregon ! I did hop, skip, and jump right on over as soon as I saw your message, and had to ponder over your riddles and math problems for quite a little while before composing a response which I hope contains answers which will gain me admission to the Slug School of Mathematical Analysis...

Always a pleasure to see your optical tentacles all stretched out peering over the top of the comment box ! Merry sliding to you and Mr Slug... whether the bus is going at 55 or 65, it's the company on board that matters. When in good company the trip goes so fast the time cannot even be calculated...
:-)

Owen said...

Ah Lydia,
That is just incredibly kind of you... I picture you now sitting out there in that vast expanse of deserted flats somewhere in the western lands, and it's as if you are inviting us to join you there, to go wander into the distance... yes indeed, that is one lovely photo you put up in the header, it really speaks to me. So good to have your company here along these trails...

Owen said...

Dear Deborah,
What rare pleasures the blogging world reserves for us... the chance to meet virtually or in reality good people from all over, like Fram and ER and your good self... My hat's off to Blogger too for creating this free environment where so much unbelievable creativity happens, which otherwise might have no reasonable outlet... Hope all is well where you are in the south, I guess you're back from Greece now ??? I enjoyed your ride on the ferry to get there... So, let's blog on !

Owen said...

Hi Laura,
Sounds almost like something out of Sartre's Huis Clos, getting stuck with a drinking habit and only ex pats to talk to... l'enfer c'est l'autre...

Thanks a million for the encouragement, I haven't yet really started trying to figure out how to sell any work, but one day perhaps I'll get to that point...

Now, care for a drink ???
:-)

Amy said...

Thanks for sticking around and taking us to so many places around this crazy world. Here's to many more posts and years! *cheers*

Nathalie said...

Getting here late, I nonetheless enjoy tremendously my visit here. J'adore les galets peints, moins "jolis" que ceux qu'on peignait autrefois de scènes de mer mais tout à fait pollockien en effet !

Quant aux deux peintres en batiment, le vrai et le faux, leur correspondance est fabuleuse !!!

Keith said...

Ohhhh.

Paint on pebbles is sublime.