Hey, I remember back when we used to sit around arguing whether a horse’s four feet were ever off the ground all at once while running. Tempers flared between the ‘Yup’s and the ‘No way!’s. I was usually the guy in the corner quietly dreaming of a device which could settle the issue. And in fact, I lived to see the invention of the ‘camera’, of trip-wires triggering Trigger as he ran past men in black hoods squinting into lenses, and of course, you know the rest of the story.
I thought of this while trying to catch my new windmill blades in a blur of glory. Kinda the opposite problem. Even in waning sunset, the exposure-time is short enough to ‘freeze’ the action. (I know, read the damn manual.)
But actually, my real problem is more complex; sociological, even. See, I have to site the windmill where the wind blows. Which here implies a clear line-of sight from the road. Ok, let’s talk about what kind of man would build a windmill out of a junk washing-machine. For me it’s perfect, but I know the local natives well enough by now. I don’t particularly need curiosity-seekers seeking all over my garden, if only for the time I’d lose being diplomatic.
And also, I’m sure I’d probably cave in and give each and every one a basket of the ‘pick of the day’, kinda like paying a kid a nickle to get lost.
Sooo, I carefully took a picture of the contraption from the road, there at the first jewish speed-bump in the block, where everybody slows down anyway. (Our town of 8000 has probably 600 speed-bumps, about two every block. Yeah, I know, you can’t believe any culture could be that stupid. Think again.)
Anyway, whew! It doesn’t exactly SOL (‘screaming out loud’), even after I painted the blades green and blue, (what I had on hand.)
And this second photo is what a guy with a nose problem (or binoculars) will see if he waddles in to get a closer look. Only, it’ll just be a blur of course. Unless he brings his camera. Oh shit, hey have them in phones these days I hear.
Now to Non-stop action. I built this emergency fruit and vegetable stand for a local supermarket. The co-owner’s partner was away for the week in Europe, and so an opportunity presented itself to replace the existing relic, without heavy aesthetic and budgetary discussions. It took me 24 work-hours to build, which in my current frenetic explosion of newly beer-less ambition (one month, and I think it’s forever this time) required a day and a half of real life.
All the while diligently watering and tieing-up a couple thousand lubias, limas, cantelopes, tomatoes, eggplants… and the little-known ‘summer savory'(?). What is it? I have ten of them, if anyone’s interested.
Pictured above is the finished unit. It’s now as we speak resting for the Saturday night on the porch in front of the Super’s main door. Theft? It took four strong souls to put it there. I’ll take a chance.
And finally, this seems to be a troubled season for caterpillars and butterflies. I filmed this guy after mysteriously losing the first three, one right after another. And ten minutes later he too was gone! Birds? Alien abductions? I made them an entire Rue bed (their favorite host plant) but haven’t seen but one yellow Tiger Swallowtail this year so far. And she didn’t stop to lay eggs. Damn.
Maybe it’s the ‘banned in the rest of the world’ Methyl Bromide the dinosaur ‘farmers’ use here before planting, to kill all life on earth underneath acres of polyethylene
sheeting. I smell the stuff escaping in the breeze, blowing in from the fields up-wind.
The windmill warns me though.
And yeah, “that’s why I built it, guy…
Now take this free carrot and… you know, go away.