An Inexpensive Date! March 21, 2010
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Love and Death.Tags: a lucky guy, bones, farms, fields, found object art, steers, Susan
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On Friday it was $2 apiece to get into the bulb show, and Susan was in heaven.
On Saturday it was a walk up a dirt road and through unsigned pastures and farm lots, which undercut Friday’s extravagance by, um, $2 apiece, and Susan was again ecstatic.
I am such a lucky guy!
Behind an old metal-roofed barn we found an extremely roughly hewn three inch “washer,” torch-cut from plate steel, and an old rusted cotter pin, both of which will likely find their way into Susan’s collages of Found Object Art. Then, rounding a corner, we came face to face with The Locals, who seemed baffled by our presence, giving us the “Whatchoo Lookin’ At” eye:
We were, in fact, looking at an old International Harvester farm truck, dazed by a konk on the noggin from a falling tree but, judging by her tires, far from dead:
I thought the black and white rendition afforded the old gal the dignity she deserved.
Susan, bless her impish heart, seemed to think this was great fun!
Farther up in the pastures, while enjoying a spectacular view, she found a large bone. It was a sun-bleached bovine scapula, a gift which had her all but dancing in the fields.
Did I mention that I’m a lucky guy?
🙂
A Valentine’s Day Date. February 20, 2010
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Love and Death.Tags: Amherst College, bones, fossils, Susan, Valentine's Day
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This comes late, I know. But I’ve just recently returned to work, and hitting the road at 5:30AM is a shock to the system, and some of the want-to’s need to wait ’till I get a chance to do them justice.
Anyway, this past weekend I took Susan to the Amherst College Museum of Natural History.
Talk about a cheap date. She opted to skip lunch in favor of a chance to see stones and bones.
And of each, there were plenty. Some bones:
A moose takes advantage of our subjugate perspective to lord it over a present-day elephant’s ass and a much grander mastadon’s curving tusks.
And here’s a wall of prehistoric mammals of various sizes:
That bottom one is a Big Boy, think “rhinoceros on steroids.”
Susan stood in the facing stairs, transfixed, for quite a while:
I’m guessing she was imagining their musculature, she being an Equine Massage Therapist, lost in their thick, coarse fur, waist deep in the grasses of a long lost veldt.
We marveled at the fossil record of a feathered Archeopteryx:
…Some long-gone fishies:
…and the rapacious maw of a Tyranosaurus Rex:
Susan was pleased:
Tomorrow we’re off to the Amherst Orchid Show, inexplicably staged in Northampton.
Film at 11.
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