13: How I See It
1. Joe looking for the mayonnaise jar buried in the back of the fridge for me: “You’re better looking but I’m better at looking.”
2. Alice or Dorothy?
3. I’d really like to tour THIS abandoned clown house.
4. Me to Joe at the beach: “Don’t think about sharks. Don’t think about the chickens home alone. Don’t think about the drive home. Is there anything else we shouldn’t think about? Joe: Yes, but I don’t want to think about it.
5. Cooking breakfast in the hotel room, Joe calls me the hot plate gourmet.
6. I brought a beach book, but so far mostly I’ve just been reading menus in search of fried clams, but I think that’s a New England thing. -More from The Sea Side of Things HERE.
7. I’ve been reading Sally Mann’s memoir, Hold Still, one of the best books I’ve ever read. Mann is best known for her photo series “Immediate Family” in which she chronicles her children growing up on their farm in a series of intimate shots, some of which show the children nude, which were controversial. Although I enjoy her writing on growing up in the ‘60s, her life as an artist and the wild turns her story takes, like a murder suicide mystery in the family, I have been especially interested and moved by her chapters on growing up in a segregated south and being raised by a black nanny/maid, Gee-Gee, who she loved. “How could I not have wondered? How could I not have asked? That’s the mystery of it—our blindness and our silence,” she writes after describing how Gee-Gee had to wait in the car while they ate at Howard Johnson while on vacation (they did bring her a sandwich) and how Gee-Gee couldn’t use the same bathroom as they did.
8. While I was dancing at the Surf Ballroom in Hull, Massachusetts, Sally Mann was buying desert boots in Hingham at Talbots, a few miles from where I grew up. Mann lives in Lexington Virginia, about an hour and ½ from me. Her mother was from Boston, MA and her grandmother (a descendant of president Adams) was born in Braintree, MA. She went to Hollins College in Roanoke.
9. Moon Ink: A scratch of light / marks the sky’s / western shoulder / like a night tattoo / of unfinished moon
10. In 2008 I wrote this in a 13 Thursday list: I have an imaginary green shamrock tattoo somewhere on my body but haven’t imagined where yet.
11. Stained glass windows in church was my first psychedelic.
12.“Seeing is believing, but feeling is the truth.” – Robert Fuller
13. How many children do you see in the first photo above?
___________Thirteen Thursday
July 30th, 2020 1:49 am
fried clams sounds wonderful
July 30th, 2020 1:20 pm
exhibition looks great….
thank you for sharing your post, and video
July 30th, 2020 2:16 pm
I see a little one standing on a tree branch. The photo brings me back to being a kid who loved to climb trees any chance she got. That’s probably why these days I jump at climbing a ladder any chance I get.
Alice or Dorothy? The more I think about it, I can’t choose and would be happy with either. Or, Lulu. I wonder if I’m a Lulu.
July 30th, 2020 2:28 pm
Alice…tornadoes scare me. Joe sounds like a wonderful fella. I see two children. Who’s Lulu? Happy Thursday!
July 30th, 2020 3:49 pm
I see two children in the photo, but I had to look for the one in the tree.
I read Mann’s book a few years ago. I liked it up to a point. After a while, I felt like it became less memoir and more of an excuse – “this is why I photographed my children like I did” or “this is why I have done what I have done.” I admire her artistry and her writing skills, but I did become tired of the book by the end. Her notes on race, though, are excellent and probably the best part of the book.
July 30th, 2020 4:44 pm
Oh my gosh! I had to go back to the picture 3 times. I finally opened it in a new tab and made it bigger so I could see the other child. Love the Moon Ink poem. I’m about to look up Sally Mann because I don’t think I’ve heard of her, but I want to know more. And for the record, I’m better at looking!
August 2nd, 2020 12:24 pm
#10… that’s the best kind! I used to keep fake tatoos on my ankles but then got a red mark that’s still there.
LeeAnna