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I visited. I knocked at the door. No one answered.
art
any is wild /
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| © 2011 Gary Garbett |
I've always had this fascination with vintage pinball machines and electronic games. They've always seemed like such incredible pop works of art with their sign painter qualities, lettering, and graphic appeal.
I recall spending hours of my youth at various mom and pop's beer joints, watching my father play these sorts of games. I'd sit and watch from a nearby booth or a red padded bar stool, sipping numerous Coca-Colas through a paper straw, while he dropped quarters, rolls of them, one at a time, into the inviting works of art.
an april cat and the february sunlight. /
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He just lies in the sun for hours. Then he eats... just before resuming his warming position with the day's sunlight again.
memoir of a garden flamingo /
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| © 2011 Gary Garbett |
Making it's way through the opening in the trees, the sunlight would drape us as we stood there. Waiting. We hoped for a change of weather along with any subtle movement or gnome activity. We waited and stood silently as another cloud parted so the sun could once again warm our backs.
standing in my chair /
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Sometimes I stand in my chair to have a closer look at my shoes. Then there are days when I do so just to have a better view of where I've been.
we feed ourselves /
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Food is art and my kitchen is another one of my studios. Not only does it need to taste good. It must also look good. Saturday looked like this.
Scrambled eggs with mozzarella, cheddar, and parmesan with a splash of salsa. Home style hash browns with onion, garlic, and green peppers from our garden. Olive oil lime parmesan french loaf topped with orange marmalade. Nectarines. Tomato juice and freshly ground fair trade coffee. Fab!