Sunday used to be the day that I experimented. I got away from that for a while. I resumed it yesterday. But, I played with pictures later in the day. Well after I posted for the day.
You get to see it today.
I did so much work that you might not be able to tell what it is. What it was.
It’s a flower. It started off as a color capture. Somewhere along the line I converted it to black and white. I made it creamy and soft. Like something out of the early Twentieth Century. Then, I converted it back to an approximation of color. I made it as abstract as possible without losing too much shape. If you look carefully, you know it’s a flower.
It’s a quiet day. For a Monday. For any day. Even my Spotify curated playlist is quiet. Like the calm before the storm. Tuesday’s storm. The storm of voting. The storm of certain politicians yelling at each other… and us.
You’d think that we’d get a little break.
But, oh no.
After the votes are counted. And, the losers congratulate the winners, the presidential race 2020 starts.
It never stops. It won’t stop. We’ve come to the never-ending news cycle. The never-ending political discussion. I read The New York Times online. For the past couple of weeks, they’ve been running “The State of The Midterms,” every day. Almost like a sports scorekeeping card. Today, if you looked the top of their report, it’s as if there is no other news.
I agree. It’s news. But, this ought to do it. Vote, vote, vote, vote, vote, vote, vote, vote, vote, vote, vote.
That’s it. Go vote. If you haven’t done it by mail or via an early ballet, go vote.
For those of you in other countries — many of you are — have a good thought for us. The American drive towards Fascism must be stopped. Here. Now.
One more thing.