Hogg's Tomb

George Hogg's Grave, 2011

Don't ask me who G. Hogg is, because I have no clue. He's buried at Allegheny Cemetery, which is how I stumbled upon his funerary marker, or whatever the proper terminology may be.
I have been a way from this blog for six months. SIX MONTHS! Time, she slips away from me, like a little bit of pee when I sneeze.
Basically I've been focusing all of my energies on photography, exhibiting and getting represented in galleries. I've had some success with both, though significantly with the latter and getting accepted at Bottlebrush Gallery, where my work will be available for sale starting in May. Money, being the scourge of necessity, can be quite the kick in the pants.
Anyway, I'll try to update more regularly what I'm working on and how I'm doing with what I'm working on!

Oh Noes!

And the Japanese Army was no match for Godzilla, again.



Meanwhile, Mothra Stewart surveyed the carnage from a distance, estimating how best to convert used mortar shell casings into beautiful, gift quality vases.

Study In Failure

Behind the Curtain, 2010

A miasma of color! Really, a failed shot, and I could have deleted it from the camera, but then I thought, you know, I've always been partial toward the failed shot, the mistake, falling in the lake with a camera photograph. That sort of thing. I only wish there had been a blurry baby doll in there somewhere.

Arcane Irony

Man in Doggles, 2010

Out of simple curiosity I looked up (googled) the most common last names in the USA. Mine registers at the tail end of the 300s. But that's not what I found so interesting. At numbers 932 & 933 are the surnames "Sweet" followed by "Justice". It sounds like the title of a novel that Jonathan Franzen wouldn't write, doesn't it? Sometimes you just have to step back and admire the universe. It either has a great sense of humor, or none at all. I'll stick with the former as I prefer to laugh than cry.
Anyway, MK's surname didn't even make the top 1,000 list. And indeed plus furthermore, the only family name of hers to make the list at all was her paternal grandmother's maiden name, squeaking in the final ten. No Smiths, Johnsons, Taylors or Browns littering her history.
Whenever I start thinking of names, I always remember the line from Buffy The Vampire Slayer (tv show, not the movie): "Nothing in this world names itself." Everything is identified by something someone else has placed upon it. My grandmother lobbied HARD when I was born for me to be named Helen, after her. My parents refused. Would my life have been any different had I been Helen instead of Jennifer? If I'd had an uncommon name for my generation instead of the most common one. I don't know, and really, I think the commonness of my name suits me.

NASA In Decline

Dismantling, 2010

The space program used to mean something. Now it seems like all we've got is China and oil.

Beagle On The Table

Bela, Table, 2010

The dog is the only one who thinks this is appropriate. I'll admit, it allows her the perfect vantage point for looking out the big dining room window, but still.

Spike

caterpillar, 2010

This guy nearly got squashed in the garage. Don't know what it morphs into after the chrysalis phase.