Tuesday, June 28, 2011
The Empire State Building as soon as the bill establishing same-sex marriage was passed by the NY State Senate late last Friday night.
"You might not like that. You might be very cynical about that. Well, fuck it; I don't care what you think. I'm trying to do the right thing." --New York Republican State Senator Roy McDonald when publicly announcing his intention to vote for marriage equality.
I don't have a picture, because it was one of those totally unexpected moments that happens when you left your camera inside. I was watering gardens with a hose that had some defect where it screwed into the sprayer so that water was atomizing out everywhere. Suddenly, a dragon fly, very much like this one . . .
Photo from Sunny Archibald's blog, Sunny's 12 of 12
Fritz and I were anxious to get out of the house on Sunday because we'd been kept in by the heavy rains of the preceding days. A 17th century garrison house in Exeter is one of the historic properties managed by Historic New England, a preservation and educational group. Fritz gave me a membership for my birthday last week, but this particular house turned out to be open only four days a year (!) and Sunday wasn't one of them.
The sculptures are made not from the sand of Hampton Beach but from a special kind of river sand that apparently absorbs a bit of water and coheres much more securely than regular beach sand. I was also told that after these sculptures were completed, they were misted with several applications of an Elmer's type glue mixed with water to help in sealing their surfaces and preserving their details. This application probably accounts for the lack of deterioration, except in that one piece whose side had started to crumble, in the rains of the two days and nights preceding our visit.
The crowds Sunday were very appreciative and made some fascinating comments, particularly about the more symbolic pieces. Sometime this week, the sculptures will be bulldozed; some art is meant to be ephemeral.
Every time I hear "She has no idea how to sing bel canto" I know it really means "She doesn't sing it exactly the way Maria Callas sang it" which is usually followed by some variation on "Well, I don't have to go to performances any more; I have my recordings."
Of course, recordings can be wonderful -- but like alcohol and drugs, they have to be used responsibly or addiction can destroy your senses.
The sand sculptures are most impressive.