Sir. Jimi Hendrix. Painting in a hotel lobby.
Having picked up a guitar in December of last year, for the first time in my life, I can say with certainty what Jimi Hendrix did with the guitar was truly remarkable. The Pacific Northwest has a vibe to it, and this vibe is partly responsible for the sound he created. If I get a second today I will visit his grave, pay a little respect.
Was on a conference call when I heard something outside my hotel window. Ya, this guy. Luckily I had pants on. Imagine what this poor kid has seen. Now, I did not tilt this as a reference to my advanced knowledge of geometry(I got a D in Geometry). I tilted it because I was sitting at the miniature hotel desk when I heard the commotion. I simply turned and shot. I was too lazy to move.
More Blurb on tap for today, but a slimmed down, trimmed down version of a typical Blurb day. A meetup. A gathering of like minded book souls. At a bar no less. But so far the day has been in this order. Coffee. Email. Yoga. Email. Shoot one photo of window washer. Phone calls. Email. Food. And now email and website. I’m saving my voice for tonight when I will be the social version of myself. More images later.
The water here is a blue/black I just can’t get over. It’s so beautiful, but also a bit foreboding. Cold. Damn cold. Filled with things that are higher on the food chain that you or I. If I lived here I’d need to be on it. I’d need to be able to see it when I woke and see it seconds before I slept. Now, based on prices, which can’t be cheap, that might mean I have to live seventy-five miles out from the city at the base of a massive pile of tailings from an abandoned mine, but SO BE IT. Is it me or does this image look like an oil painting?
We had the event. Lots of people. A LOT of book talk. Good to see faces I knew and others I did not. Bar lighting is a challenge to say the least. I just try to document rather than strive for rainbow inspiring imagery. But that’s just me.
Onward and upward.