A blustery, burnout kind of day; Kalib - just for Riana
Tuesday, March 9, 2010 at 4:00AM ;)
It was a blustery, total-burnout kind of day. I couldn't work. I couldn't even take a walk. I could hardly make myself do anything. In fact, I photographed only two scenes today: this one, blowing snow seen through the windshield of our car as I drove Margie past Wasilla Lake on our way to Eagle River.
There would have been more choices in Anchorage, but Anchorage was too far. I did not want to drive all the way to Anchorage. So we chose Valley River 6 Cinema in Eagle River and drove there.
Although Gift of the Whale is out of print, I still get quarterly royalty checks and last week one came in for $79.22 - not enough to pay any bills but enough to go to a movie and buy some popcorn, so that's what we did.
Shutter Island, with Leonard DiCaprio and Ben Kingsley is what we saw and it was just the break I needed.
;)
At first, Margie did not want to see it, because she thought it was a horror flick and she hates horror flicks. It did not look like a horror flick to me, but a 1950's cop drama and they can be fun. She decided I was probably right and it was playing at the right time so we chose it.
As it turned out it was neither a horror flick or a 1950's cop drama, but a pyschological thriller that involved a 1950's cop and a taste of horrific horror.
I won't say anymore about it than that, because I don't want to give anything away to anybody who hasn't yet seen it but still might.
Above is the second scene that I photographed today: the highway as we passed by Wasilla Lake on our return home. You can see the snow is still blowing, but more lightly than it had been three hours earlier.
;)
These are left-overs from Friday. I am including them in here just for Riana - my ten-year old reader who keeps me from swearing all the time.
This is pretty hard on me, because I like to swear, damnit.
But for Riana, I have been cutting back.
She left a message today. She typed the word, "hell" and told me that I was busted for typing it first. She said she missed Kalib, who had been absent from this blog for a full day.
So, Riana, here is Kalib. This is what was happening:
"Where's grandma?" Grandma asked.
Kalib pointed his butter knife at Grandma.
;)
"Where is Grandpa?" Grandma asked. Kalib pointed the butter knife and me and actually touched me with it.
;)
"Where is Momma?" Grandma asked. Kalib pointed his knife at Momma and touched her, just like he touched me.
I don't feel as burned out as I did this morning, but I still feel burned out.
No telling what will happen tomorrow, but, like I wrote last night, I could blog lightly all week long. Then again, something dramatic might happen.
Riana, I've got a couple of really good leftover picture stories of Kalib and his cousin Gracie that I still want to post. They both will require some editing time, but now that I know you are there and that you miss Kalib when he does not appear, it is more likely that I will actually get around to posting them before everybody grows too much older.
Reader Comments (3)
We had similar blowing snow awhile back (and multiple-car pileups on the Interstate) but now we are having mellow temps in the forties! A gentle rain last night is helping melt our snow. I ordered a used copy of "Gift of the Whale"...sorry that you will get no royalty! You need to put together more books!
even tho the day was cold and blustery, bill, you make it seem inviting with your photos. yes indeed. i thought of you thother nite during a natl geographic special about a cameraman who goes all over the world. he told a terrifying tale about meeting some wolves. they rarely attack humans but a pack of em came up to him - he was alone in the wild - and he was shaking he was so scared. then he held his arms up high, made lots of noise, and lo, the wolves lay down in the grass.
thanks for your comment on my blog. the darn google blogger wouldn't publish them. i'll try again later. i think of google as second only to god in perfection, so clearly i'm wrong. yes, i am making great progress just like your iditerod. (sorry for the misspelling)
Whitestone - For your sake, I am glad your snow is melting away. And thanks for buying the book. I hope you enjoy it.
Ruth - Did you hear? A young woman, a school teacher, was killed by a wolf or wolves in the village of Chignik Lake.
Google does strange things sometimes, but, believe me, it is not as aggravating as Squarespace.