First annual Tommyfest. Musicians from all over the area brought their instruments and jammed. Four men went off into a quiet place to play.
Big wind, lightning, trees down; bursts of rain. The rivers come up fast. Out west, the wildfires are getting started three months early.
I have not written much because I am so ashamed of my country. Children coming across the border are taken from their parents and sent to detention centers — some in other states. Huge demonstrations to protest this. A judge has declared that they have to be re-united, but they don’t have a process set up.
I am not up to writing about grassroots democracy and how it can turn the tide. Maybe later. Here is the brook below Pikes’ Falls.
Below, see if you can see the bird on the bird feeder. A red dinner napkin around its neck.
John’s studio. He did the woodcuts a year ago, before the current publicity about the children at the border.
Bean. Where are we?
Joe said, “She wrote for the ages.” Winter after winter, she would sit in the living room with a small table set up with a typewriter and transcribe this manuscript.
The writer, my great-great grandfather Joseph Goddard, was so angry about slavery that he couldn’t stop writing, fighting, preaching, traveling all over western New England to rage about it. This was 1838, thereabouts. The first version of this manuscript was stolen, along with his clothes, out of a trunk on a trip he took to New York State, so he wrote it again. This is it.
Something else worth doing.
Tiepolo. Feet as beautiful as hands.
This building was built to be a bank. It functioned as a bank for about 8 years during the 1920’s, when Iowa was an agriculture-based boom economy. Then it went bust. Today it stands out in the town (most of the town is in the picture) like a mausoleum. Inside, it is a bistro, serving high end “small plates” of very good tasty food, lots of wine and beer, no coffee or tea. Inspirational homilies about thrift and integrity run around all four sides of the ceiling. Upstairs is a tiny “board room” where the decision to declare bankruptcy must have been made.
Five men playing croquet on the lawn. Three of them are lawyers. One is a union activist. The fifth works in tech.
Back in San Jose, the COCAL XII conference drew participants from Canada (Anglophone and Francophone) and Mexico as well as the US. Note headphones for translation. The equipment alone for translation cost $11,000 to rent. The Mexicans reported difficulties getting visas and additional surcharges when coming across the border in Tijuana.
Posters at the Museum of Mexican American Art in San Jose. So this has been going on for a long time.
In the meantime, reports from the primaries are coming in with results in some areas (Ohio, for example) that were sure-thing Trump areas now “too close to call.” And Missouri put down a right-to-work law 2 to 1.