There’s an old family photo circa 1929 or so that I used to love looking at when I was growing up–family members waiting at the dock for a ship to come in.
I found myself thinking about the photo a lot in recent months and after reaching out to my cousin was able to see the photo again after many years. The photo still captivates me. In some ways more than ever.
The photo became inspiration for a new piece of artwork made in procreate on my iPad.
It seems like many dim years ago
Since I heard that face to face
Though tonight I can feel you here
I heard it in the wind last night It sounded like applause Did you get a round resounding for you Way up here It seems like many dim years ago Since I heard that face to face Though tonight I can feel you here
Painting inspired on a recent walk (by a captivating tree trunk) and lyrics by Joni Mitchell, For the Roses.
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Minutes after finishing this painting I was perplexed. What is it?
Hours later, I still wondered what it had been doing floating around in my head. My hand. My brush strokes.
Then as if someone had just selected a song on an old jukebox, the lyrics to David Bowie’s song, Space Oddity started to fill my head.
I’ve got to admit, it’s a bit odd. And, a little amusing.
Ground Control to Major Tom Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground Control to Major Tom (ten, nine, eight, seven, six) Commencing countdown, engines on (five, four, three) Check ignition and may God’s love be with you (two, one, liftoff)
This is Ground Control to Major Tom You’ve really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare “This is Major Tom to Ground Control I’m stepping through the door And I’m floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today For here Am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there’s nothing I can do
Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles I’m feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell my wife I love her very much she knows Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you “Here am I floating ’round my tin can Far above the moon Planet Earth is blue And there’s nothing I can do
I was most definitely, uninspired and lethargic. Sleepy, in fact. Trying desperately to avoid a mid-afternoon nap.
A friend was house-sitting near a beach a few weeks ago. It was winter. (It still is.)
I’d been in my house for days. If I’d been lucky, I’d been out for a grocery run or two. Or for a quick breeze through express browsing at the library where I could scoop up a few books in 15 minutes or less.
My friend sent photos from walks on the beach. I was always in my enclosed porch with the heat cranked high.
She sent photos with envious views. I was sitting in the same spot in the middle of my couch that looks out at a couple of neighboring houses and a leaning telephone pole.
She was obviously inspired and energized. I was most definitely, uninspired and lethargic. Sleepy, in fact. Trying desperately to avoid a mid-afternoon nap.
When her latest image arrived one morning showing a 6:30 a.m. walk for sunrise on the beach, I was still sitting in that same spot on the couch.
Finally, I turned the radio onto 99.5 FM, WCRB where they play classical music all day. I heard the comforting, friendly voice of DJ Laura Carlo. She played some beautiful piece, one after another.
I reached for my iPad.
I looked long and hard at that sunrise on the beach. And for an hour or two, I lived vicariously.