A little slice of downtown Rhinelander.


Okay, not really right downtown. But still…close.

I’ve played fast and loose with exposure and saturation and all on this piece, just as a way of seeing the mill differently.

The opening reception at the Nicolet College Art Gallery was the best ever. It will take me at least another 48 hours to ease back down from the high produced by combining great art with great friends and reasonably good wine.  Yowza! What a wonderful evening.


Dear Patricia,

Congratulations! Your artwork “Fall from Grace” has been selected for inclusion in the 27th annual Northern National Art Competition. This year our judge, Linda Benedict-Jones, chose 87 images from the 512 images that were submitted by 266 artists. It looks like it is going to be another wonderful exhibit.

I am, to say the least, thrilled. This is the third year in a row that I have had a piece in the Northern National which draws submissions from across the country. This year, it means even more since the juror, Linda Benedict-Jones, has worked in the field of photography for her whole career.  The following is from the local Rhinelander paper:

“…Benedict-Jones is an adjunct professor of art at Carnegie-Mellon University in Pittsburgh, Penn. She is also Curator of Photography for the Carnegie Art Museum. “

“It was an honor to be invited as the Juror for the Northern National Art Competition,” Benedict-Jones said. “I try to keep a very open mind when I begin the process, and typically I’m much more stringent with photographic images since I have worked in the field for decades.”

The opening reception is Tuesday night at the Nicolet College art gallery, an event that is so cool it borders on the swanky.


And just where have you been, young lady? Your mother and I have been worried sick about you.


Mea Culpa, Gentle Reader. I have been missing from your computer screen for two weeks now and I am darned sorry about that. There is a simple explanation involving Harley-Davidsons, international border crossings and a warehouse full of stolen tequila, but I am not at liberty to go into details. My sharing might impact the state of US-Bulgarian relations. As it is, there’s a lot of scrambling right now regarding that unfortunate near-fatal… 

At any rate, let’s just say that I have been busier than I normally am at this time of the year.

Here’s my “official” cover story–wink, wink:

From time to time, home owners take a look around and think “Holy Mother of Pearl! What’s happening here? The paint is peeling on the garage door, the front door has faded from cranberry red to dusty rose and it just might be that we are not actually living in a permanently crepuscular world. Perhaps the windows are so foul both in and out that the light of day no longer penetrates.”

Here is the horrible catch-22, snake-eating-its-tail consequence of setting out to fix those little things: righting one wrong only serves to shine a spotlight on the next problem.

And before you know it, there’s a line of paint-spattered dominoes falling as far as the eye can see.

That little spasm of clean-up, fix-up, paint-up has safely passed and my Wabi Sabi life should be returning to normal soon…right after a short totally cool and exciting mid-week trip to Rhinelander that I will tell you about tomorrow.

(Art show! Art show!)


Continuing a look at the statuary in Pere Lachaise cemetery. (Eleven images)

While there were traditional angels and generic statues-of-sadness everywhere, there were also busts of people as they had been in life. These were easily my favorites.


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I had to include two of this next bust just to show that I hadn’t slipped an old photo into the mix.

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A collection of statuary from the Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris. (Nine images)



I generally try to limit my posts to 4 or 5 images, but there is so much astonishing art in this setting that I am finding it nearly impossible to winnow down to just a handful. So, to balance off all those images, I will remain quiet for a bit.


















Pere Lachaise Cemetery, located in Paris’s 20th arrondissement, covers 110 densely-used acres. Roads and paths between the graves can be narrow, cobblestoned and, in the case of a rainy afternoon, more than a little slippery. Among the million or so people who have been interred here, the well-known, little-known and the unknown rest side by side.  Edith Piaf, Oscar Wilde, Frederick Chopin…and of course, Jim Morrison…are here, as well as Colette, Heloise and Abelard and American author Richard Wright.

I honestly wasn’t interested in finding specific gravesites. I was there for the statues, the sepulchers and the mausoleums and…oh!…they were most beautiful.

Today’s offering is just to give some sense of what the cemetery looks like.







We’ll look at the statuary in the next couple of posts.








Happy Monday!