I have been Missing in a LOT of Action this past week, filming near Bakersfield and having a whale of a time. Hard work but interesting, climbing industrial towers in hard hat and protective glasses (couldn’t see a thing) carrying tripods and cameras. Before dawn. I have seen some of the footage now and it gives a tingle of pride.
All this reality has made me rethink my blog roll. Blogland can get stuffy, and I’m off Facebook too. Easter is a time of new beginnings so I am culling – I want my language to be poetry, and my vision artless art.
(It strikes me suddenly that I am criticising my mirror – after all, what I read is what I have selected from the infinite variety out there. Sobering.)
I have not been neglecting my linens, nor my garden nor even the little dog, three priorities (Shibui the cat is so low maintenance it doesn’t count). However the wing chair is still in pieces, my hair is halfway down my back and we have NO food. Fine by me!