Archive - Jun 2006

June 23rd


Went outside in the rain to photograph the egret and a blue heron which settled in nearby. Had to walk through a lot of tall, wet grass. Got soaked. The reed canary grass was about head-high. The two birds spooked and fled. So, I took some pics of the grass.

More MoMA

While listening to an explanation of the rock on a pedestal on a tape player, this woman couldn't resist looking out the window at more interesting things--like the buildings across the street.

Great White Egret

Spotted this beauty on the swamp this evening.

Egrets walk slowly, poised to attack minnows, frogs, or other life in the shallows of swamps and ponds.

Above, after the sun went behind a thundercloud, giving the whole swamp an eerie cast, the egret posed like some sort of swamp thing.

June 22nd


Weblog readers Irv and Margaret rightly pointed out that baby swans are "cygnets," not "signets." Either way, they are fun to watch. Here is a grainy photo taken with the telephoto from the crow's nest at dusk.

Clemens vs. Liriano

Tonight is the much-hyped comeback of pitcher Roger Clemens. He is one of the greats of all-time, but is intolerably egotistical. I pull for him to lose every time. And I am pulling for him to lose tonight, of course, because he is facing the Twins.

So far so good. Third inning. Twins 1, Astros 0. Liriano looks great. So does Clemens, but he's not at his best. Yet. He gets stronger as the game progresses.

Reasons to dislike Roger Clemens:


Just around the corner from the blue thing below was this beauty by Edward Hopper--a favorite picture by a favorite artist. From the absurd to the sublime.

Minimally interesting

For your information, here is the explanatory blurb for the above profound work of art:
Monochrome abstraction--the use of one color over an entire canvas--has been a strategy used by many painters who wish to challenge our expectations of what an image can and should represent. This ultra-marine blue, named International Klein Blue, is inextricably linked with Yves Klein. Preoccupied with spirituality, Klein adopted this heavenly hue as a means of evoking immateriality and boundlessness.

June 21st


One thing which helped me appreciate the art of Picasso was to challenge myself to guess the name of the picture before I looked at the placard of to the side of the painting. A few times, I actually succeeded. So, when Lance and I came upon the Cubists at the MoMA, we decided to try the same thing. This is not a Picasso, but it is in the same spirit. It is by the artist Karl Schmidt-Rottluff and was painted in 1912. Schmidt-Rottluff has been described as an Expressionist painter, whatever that is, but this painting looks Cubist to me.


I wrote a column two weeks ago bemoaning the failure of the swan pair to reproduce. Then, this evening, I looked out from the crow's nest to see this scene:

Very exciting! There was absolutely no indication that the swans had a successful hatch until I saw this. After sampling the swamp scum near the house, the family lined up in a row and headed back towards the muskrat house. I look forward to a summer of taking pictures of the five signets!


Lance and I headed for the Museum of Modern Art in New York City on Monday. As an art student, it was de rigeur for Lance to attend. (Inserting French into one's conversation is, well, de rigeur if you want to seem intelligent, and after going to New York, I feel the need.) I had never been at the MoMA (which is what cool people call it), so I figured it would be a good experience. To save all you weblog readers the $20 per person admission fee, I took pictures which I will torture you with over the next few days.

The first painting I saw was of this horse.