The Blooms Were On the Flower
May. 2nd, 2011 04:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The music school across the street held a May Day carnival with various performances. Mom manned the lollipop booth. Ciro and I walked around the neighborhood and I brought my camera, since it's been about a year since I've taken any photographs. I didn't see anything I wanted to shoot, though; this area is very beautiful, but also very settled - all beauty and nothing of the sublime. I'm not knocking beauty, which makes for excellent walks, but it doesn't tend to move me to art. (The John Ford tradition.) Ciro observed that this is likely why so much horror has been set in the northeast - in a sense, the only way to make it sing is to threaten the perfect sweetness, or imagine the perfection hides something ugly.
Swept the porch outside my office, which had been thoroughly pollinated. Sweeping always reminds me of my high school physics teacher; when we were studying air pressure and the movement of gases, he talked about how brooms were a great illustration of the power of these principles - if you try to push the dirt with the bristles of the broom, it's a lot of work and not very effective, but if you whoosh the broom above the floor, the air pressure pushes everything over a large distance with great speed. With bright yellow pollen on a dark gray deck, it was very easy to see the pressure waves, da Vinci style.
Swept the porch outside my office, which had been thoroughly pollinated. Sweeping always reminds me of my high school physics teacher; when we were studying air pressure and the movement of gases, he talked about how brooms were a great illustration of the power of these principles - if you try to push the dirt with the bristles of the broom, it's a lot of work and not very effective, but if you whoosh the broom above the floor, the air pressure pushes everything over a large distance with great speed. With bright yellow pollen on a dark gray deck, it was very easy to see the pressure waves, da Vinci style.