On the trace

The more I freelance and meander the fringe, the more at home I feel. My fall back position, joining another newspaper, seems no longer possible. I scarcely want to notice the current of public events, let alone photograph or write about it.

I started a small oil painting of a dragonfly on a twig. It's been years since I've set brush to canvas. The creature is an eastern pondhawk dragonfly, an alpha predator that I photographed while hiking a trail. Its chromium green exoskeleton looks biomechanical, the details of which I won't try to render. I see it more as a luminous sketch, in transient repose. A gleaned gleam.

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  1. DougDecember 15, 2006 at 4:34 PM

    Interesting site. In reference to your question below, I'm hoping my tombstone will say "Never read an instruction manual, map or read me file. Arrived on time."

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  2. MikeDecember 15, 2006 at 6:42 PM

    Joe,
    You aren't missing a thing in the current of public events. It reamins as churning and muddy as ever.

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  3. JeauxDecember 26, 2006 at 9:38 AM

    doug - one doesn't elaborate on a nutshell... thanks for dropping that one on us.

    mike - 'churning and muddy' heh, just as I left it. Thanks for the update.

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  4. GillianJanuary 16, 2007 at 9:34 PM

    Obviously I am back tracking here, reading old posts.
    Why did you not post the painting of the dragonfly?
    ..."Its chromium green exoskeleton looks biomechanical"...how true of those!
    I had a conversation in my garden for a whole afternoon one time. Sober! No crack pipe either, LOL.
    Just me and the dragonfly. It was supercool!

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  5. GillianJanuary 16, 2007 at 9:35 PM

    A conversation with a dragonfly that is. I should have been more specific. I think much faster than I can type. Yes, I am still sober.

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