push pull

I diddle with the Pollock app on my iPhone a lot.

It quickly shifts me to my right brain,

where I lose track of time and space.

Early one morning, I found myself playing push pull.

Breakfast with Hans Hofman and Jackson Pollock.

Pretty heady company.

spook you!

Halloween is big here in Boulder.

When the downtown MallCrawl got too rowdy in 1989,

the city outlawed it.

Bummer.

So we took it home.

I took these next photos a week ago when people

had just begun to decorate.

I'm happy to say that it's getting out of hand...

Do NOT try this at home!

I stole this picture of Jazz from Jala.

I am amoral.

los muertos

Today, we started the holiday right by going to:

Sometimes, a cliche' fits... this exhibit was awesome.

It made us laugh; it made us cry.

Very beautiful and touching.

chocolate moose

miraculous

Tomorrow is my mother's 90th birthday.

I think anyone who survives 90 years on this planet is miraculous.

I also think posting a video is pretty miraculous,

but I think her miracle is more powerful.

I am not one bit surprised.

I shot the video on our trip to Maine last month.

My husband is driving.

My mother is riding shotgun with a roadmap in hand,

telling us where to go.

It was ever thus.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MUM!

posting Pollock

As usual, I'm fighting technology and circling the drain.

Listening to Ziggy Stardust sing about spiders.

Better post something -- anything --

before going down for the 3 millionth time.

I've mentioned www.jacksonpollock.org before.

Then I discovered that it's also an iPhone app. Great!

Now I can auto-Pollock myself into oblivion.

A glass of wine on the flight to Maine

prompted the following painting.

My current techno-meltdown is with MySqueezebox.com (Internet radio).

Peter Gabriel is playing "Shock The Monkey".

How appropriate.

lost and found

My mother has been asking me to go upstairs to see the oil pastel I did for my parents back in the early 80s. On our visit to Maine last week, I finally went up and saw this next to the bath tub. It was wearing dirty glass in one of my telltale cruddy frame jobs, so I gave it a squirt of Windex and took a quick shot with my iPhone.

Not bad.

bear on the run

The bear cub is still at large. He apparently eluded the guys from the DOW when they tried to catch him the day before yesterday. I imagine seeing them brought back immediate memories of his mother being shot by them, so he did what his best instincts said and ran like a rabbit. The good news is that his mother schooled him in the fine art of fine dining a la garbage, so not only is he still alive but probably eating well. He's been seen a couple of times since, so we know he's still following his garbage route, which probably makes it possible to trap him. Anyway, he's still around. Considering what he's been through, including the fire, I'd say the little guy is very clever and very brave. Part of me wants to root for his escape, but reality tells me that being caught by people is much better than being cougar bait.

So RUN!, little guy. Just not too fast.

hot crossed buns

No doubt thanks to all your crossed things, there's some good news today.

First, the wind is down, the humidity is up (here in Colorado, that could mean a woo-hoo! whopping 30%), the Reservoir Road Fire up north of the ranch is 25% contained, and there's lots of firefighters on the ground as well as in the air. They all expect to make good progress today. That's critical because there's a red flag warning (lots of hot, dry wind) for tomorrow. Then it will ah-h-h cool down for the rest of the week.

Second, the bear cub was found this morning! Hallelujah!!! Though we didn't see him up in the tree where he was spotted, I think we walked right under him. Someone called the DOW. Hopefully, the cub was darted and successfully taken to the bear rehab, where he can spend the next 2 years safely learning how to take care of himself out in the wild world. Oh, I hope so.

Now, if everything will just chill out (including Hurricane Igor), our 10-day trip on Saturday to see my mother in Maine will actually include some R&R. Keep 'em crossed, everyone!

never say never

Today another 700+acre fire broke out, this time up north of the ranch. It's moving west/northwest and has burned some homes. The good news is that 8 miles of reservoir is in between the ranch and the fire. Also, because the Fourmile fire here in Boulder was a Type One wildfire, as is this one, all the bombers and hundreds of firefighters from around the country are already here and moved right in on this new fire. The wind isn't blowing as hard, but it remains very dry and the temps tomorrow will go up to 90. Oh jeez.

Fingers crossed...

burning woman

The fire's still burning, the wind's still blowing

and I'm still painting.

Like a crazy woman.

sleep tight, kiddies!

The slurry bombers are dumping in the 'hood.

Now it's getting personal...

Boulder residents who live west of Broadway and north of Spruce Street are being asked to prepare to evacuate their homes, in case the path of the Fourmile Fire shifts dramatically.

City officials on Thursday afternoon said that forecasted high winds overnight are leading to concerns that the fire could shift toward city limits.

"Based on the (wind) patterns that are being forecast, we do have concerns it could push the fire east to the western parts of the city," said Sarah Huntley, a city spokeswoman. "We don't know if evacuations are going to be necessary."

The forecast calls for wind gusts as high as 50 mph starting after about 6 p.m. today, and lasting into the early morning hours.

Read more:Fourmile Fire officials: Boulder residents west of Broadway, north of Spruce Street should prepare for possible evacuations - Boulder Daily Camerahttp://www.dailycamera.com/boulder-county-news/ci_16032818#ixzz0z4y6rLIP
DailyCamera.com

help

Sometimes, help comes when you need it.

Or more likely, when you need help,

you knows it when you sees it.

Our species typically expects it to fall out of the sky.

One way or the other, it often does.

We were already pretty sure that slurry bombers are heros.

Now we think they're miracle workers.

This rain didn't stop the fire, but I'm sure it slowed it down.

It washed the air and gave everyone a break.

It felt so good.

how many is too many

Stand back. I am on a tear. A bear tear.

I started this post last week. It was supposed to be all about bears. At last count, six of them had been "euthanized" (go ahead; say SHOT) in this county this season. Why, you may ask. Well, if you ask the DOW (Department Of Wildlife), the damn critters got what they deserved. After all, they were caught raiding kitchens, cars and garbage cans. If you ask me, the problem is people, not bears. People who leave the kitchen window open, JuicyFruit gum in their cars, and a regular smorgasbord of goodies out in their smelly trash every single night. Can you say, bait? So which is worse? Bears in the bushes or the DOW? I won't go into the details of the latest encounter, but trust me, it's a horrific story. Here's the short version:

For weeks, this sow and her 4-month-old cub had been pilfering jelly donuts (garbage) in an alley a few blocks from my house. I dogwalk in the early morning and would see unending upended cans every single day. On the first of September, the dog and I heard a neighbor's quiet "watch out for the bear". I looked up and saw these two.

Here's the mug shot of the latest ursine culprits:

Hours later, the DOW decided the injured mother couldn't adequately care for her cub, shot her and the cub escaped. The best you could say is that they bungled the job. As far as I know, no one has found the poor little guy yet.

I hate helpless; I had to do something. So off I went to Kinko's to have flyers printed. Every morning, I shove one into the gaping maw of every stinking garbage can we come across. Of course, the same people who harbor reeking refuse have no problem trashing the flyers every night.

I generally tend to think that there's just too damn many people. Just like I hate being helpless, I sometimes also hate being right. Case in point: As I headed home from the store this morning, I thought I saw a small curl of smoke behind Mt. Sanitas, the same mountain which is on the western edge of Boulder and backs right up to our neighborhood. In the five minutes it took to get home, the I'm-sure-now-famous wildfire was filling the sky over our backyard with smoke.

Here's the roof of my studio.

I'm going to go ahead and hope the fire's not as close as it looks.

In another ten minutes, the bright sunny day was blanketed

by a thickening layer of acrid smoke,

and ash fell like light snow.

This fire is awful. We always knew it could happen, especially during a hot, dry season like this. Every house, every ranch and every mountain town in the 20 miles west of here has been evacuated. Every canyon road is closed, the wind is gusting up to 65 miles per hour, and the smoke cloud can be seen from Wyoming 200 miles down to Colorado Springs.

I feel truly sorry for everyone fleeing this monster. But while people are being told to take their animals to the County Fairgrounds, I can't help but wonder who told the wild things where to go. I can't help but worry about that little cub.

Figmont

Here's a series of four views of the same ridge, not as it actually is but as what it became on the paper as I worked. While I'm throwing around the word "actually", this ridge doesn't actually exist. I guess I should call it Figment Ridge. Or maybe Figmont.

It seems to me that the differing color and value of the land make it appear to radically change from one painting to the next, so that any sense of an actual place is lost. I must say, watching that difference evolve made for a strangely dissociative experience. To a geologist, it may appear to be a continental shift and to a chemist, an atomic shift.

Come to think of it, psychiatry is all about shifting figments.

sweet and honest

Some photos of the sweet sky at the ranch

taken with my trusty Sony DSLR.

To be honest,

I took this next one here in town with that upstart iPhone.

Perhaps not quite as precise

but mighty handy.

excuses

WAIT!

Please don't throw me out of your Rolodex!

I'm still here!

I know it's presumptuous of me,

but I really think cranking out stuff

for the sake of occupying my place in the blogosphere

is counter-intuitive.

It's just that lately life happens faster than art does.

That's the bald-faced truth of it.

I know... most of my teachers didn't swallow that one either.

Good thing, cuz it's a black-hearted lie.

What really happened is...

I got an iPhone 4, and it swallowed me whole.

Hook, line and sinker.

.

Uh-oh, a large red ERROR has taken over this post.

Its footnote warns,

"Could not contact Blogger."

I suppose I should be grateful.

hair of the bee

Dogs don't like booze,

so that bit about their hair curing a hangover

makes no sense at all.

On the other hand, taking away the pain of a bee sting

almost instantly by putting a dab of honey on it

works like a charm.

window plein

Does it count as plein air if you're sitting at your desk

looking out the window?

Seems there wasn't near enough suffering involved.

hot rocks

These rocks sit on a sandstone table

on the deck up at the ranch.

They were all collected within a couple of square miles of the house. Click on them a couple of times to take a closer look. Seems some of them were pressed into layers by the weight of the world and some of them got blown out of a volcano.

On these hot days, I can relate to both.

july moon

There are no tripods in heaven.

Perfection is overrated anyway.

a flower's dream

I wish I had a buck for every photograph ever taken of a night-blooming cereus. Who could resist trying to show the slow-motion yet visible unfolding of that exquisite flower at least once? Millions of pictures are taken of the process, as if to prove the unbelievable. A camera cannot, however, record that fragrance. It remains imaginable only to initiates. I won't go on. Assuming there have been an infinite number of images made, I'm sure there have been even more inadequate attempts to describe it in words.

This is more about demonstrating one of the few things I can do with my new iPhone. No one told me it would require an advanced degree to run the damn thing, but its camera seems to be very user-friendly. So I let it have a go at the cereus:

Hmmm... not bad for incandescent lighting.

Then I found the flash.

The vain gardenia tried to compete.

At that moment, an amazing thing happened.

I don't know if it was the iPhone or the cereus,

or maybe it's just my imagination,

but, to me, this looks like a picture of a flower dreaming.

What do you think?

erosion

Looking northeast from Rabbit Mountain,

the shape on the left is not a caldera.

It's an eroded vestige of the bottom of the tropical inland sea

which once ebbed along the Rocky Mountains' eastern slope.

Like the rest of the Front Range, it's littered with sea shells.

The mountains themselves are eroding geologic upthrusts.

Looking west from Rabbit Mountain, the river carves out the little lost canyon.

The mountains make the weather;

the land and the sky are inseparable.

There is nothing subtle about this place.

dawn at the ditch

If I ever had a subtle bone in my body,

I obviously broke it, too.

rockets