pWdumaNjA-6CEEBhRoD5euxNETs When All This Actual Life Played Out: April 2014

29 April 2014

25 April 2014

23 April 2014

Let the storm rage on (it's going to anyway)

Historic Jamestown (not the other one)
3 April 2014

So Jamestown was *cough* sort of boring. I feel rather traitorous saying that, given how much all of us enjoy history, but the three or so hours we spent touring ruins and the bazillion bits of things that have been dug up just... Well, the muskrat was interesting and so were the snapping turtles. I don't know. Sometimes I get a sense of history just standing at a place like this (think Ypres), but there was something so sterile about this area. But also very peaceful.

(I know. Skeletons. Skeletons don't offend or frighten me. I prefer that they be treated respectfully as the former repositories of fellow beings, as they were here, but I think the stories some of them have to tell are important. And yes, the concept of cannibalism is very disturbing, but it wasn't treated too salaciously here, though the cynical side of me suspects they made the young woman look as pretty and innocent as possible to underscore the nastiness of the whole idea.)

Anyway. Jamestown.

(Maybe Pocahontas spoiled it all for me.)


I don't remember when we got back from this trip. Early April.

(Of course, I turn around and go back in a couple of weeks.)

It's been run, run, run.

Actually, it's been that way pretty much forever.

The daughter wrote a script. Her classmates and teacher loved it. The classmates fought over who would get to direct it. Last weekend, they spent two nights here filming scenes. It was semi-organized chaos, in part because they spent the days filming out in the wilderness. They were tired. They were sunburned. They were jubilant.

The dailies look amazing. This could be a phenomenal student project.

(If you know where I am on Facebook, you can check out the one-sheet they've done.)

This weekend, the daughter is directing the filming of the other script written for the class. I try to stay far, far away from all this stuff (except when I end up holding the boom mike for hours), which means I've been cast as a teacher.

(Only three lines. Thank god it's only three lines).

If I can just get through this weekend...

Tech stuff: Taken with my Nikon D7000.

06 April 2014

Cherry blossoms. Sort of.

Jefferson Memorial
Washington, D.C.
5 April 2014

Cherry blossoms have their own time frame, and the District has had a rather brutal winter (and spring. We got snowed on last Sunday. One thing you can say about spring in D.C.: you never know what you're going to get). My grandmother died in late March years ago, and when we buried her at Arlington, the cherry blossoms were already finished. It had been a warm winter. This year, they were only getting started at the end of this last week.

I rarely do the tourist thing when I'm in Washington. It never occurs to me with the exception of seeing an exhibition that interests me at one of the museums. But the spouse and daughter have spent far less time there, so I try to accommodate the odd amusement when they are along. This year, I booked a cherry blossom cruise.

California people associate the wind with warm. My kids grew up with Santa Anas. The cold, cutting wind off the Potomac just doesn't register, despite me saying repeatedly, "Take a coat." They decided to sit with me on the open deck, even though I told them, "You will probably want to stay below."

So the daughter huddled against me while I tried to take photos. Not that there was much to take photos of, just the faintest frosting of white and pink on the trees. Later in the afternoon, the daughter and I made the hike from Georgetown to the Tidal Basin, where a few trees were giving it their best shot.

It's supposed to rain this week. Those poor flowers do not have a chance.

Tech stuff: Taken with my Nikon D7000. Yes, the camera finally made it out of the box! I did say March, didn't I? And read the manual? No. Boy, does it show.

01 April 2014

Only a memory

Williamsburg, Virginia
1 April 2014

I visited this place when I was 14, and on Tuesday, walked unerringly back to this spot, a place that has haunted me since I was there all those years ago. That I remembered the precise location and how I arrived there astonished me.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone4.