tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67796924754747895612024-03-18T18:50:57.857-07:00Can I Walk There?Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.comBlogger3716125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-15990285074402171362024-03-18T18:49:00.000-07:002024-03-18T18:49:57.560-07:00Wiser than Ciwt --- Day 13/73<p><i>Walk: Union Square </i></p><p><i>Distance: 4 miles</i></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.theatlantic.com/thumbor/PSuRPRsaDBkGcKab4ebJqc2VKP4=/1500x1077/media/img/photo/2024/02/photos-superb-owl-sunday-viii/a28_1752989174/original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="574" data-original-width="800" height="287" src="https://cdn.theatlantic.com/thumbor/PSuRPRsaDBkGcKab4ebJqc2VKP4=/1500x1077/media/img/photo/2024/02/photos-superb-owl-sunday-viii/a28_1752989174/original.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Petter Nass, Northern Hawk-owl, seen in Norway</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-60445715846098058282024-03-17T18:30:00.000-07:002024-03-18T18:41:26.461-07:00Quiz: Guess Who --- Day 13/72<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><i>Walk: No, Sunday home stuff</i><p></p><p><i>Distance: n/a</i></p><p>Can you guess who these people are? *</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKC93RIYqapQy7Q_R0eMjWgd9sI1w7cbPSOCM5QiFrZSB6ZxnrFWqQ8yFX1eq3_3wsgocxZ9De7OpTqCcPqBVLeJTEJjytJYkIqaKOLvT1Hz-mskES5FKxs84MCeEb0knDfVdT8YAzYsEAyUr8EwG5kgIcC_9NN6epixrJctc_BFRv1rUwZj6ZNgJosbg/s3834/IMG_2704.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3834" data-original-width="2875" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKC93RIYqapQy7Q_R0eMjWgd9sI1w7cbPSOCM5QiFrZSB6ZxnrFWqQ8yFX1eq3_3wsgocxZ9De7OpTqCcPqBVLeJTEJjytJYkIqaKOLvT1Hz-mskES5FKxs84MCeEb0knDfVdT8YAzYsEAyUr8EwG5kgIcC_9NN6epixrJctc_BFRv1rUwZj6ZNgJosbg/s320/IMG_2704.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZAeuU1DmLD_pPwclrmRsSnxDpA84l3E_Uveytils0z9nGnBllDZxYxnM7YpbFj9an2aczcNIE0lpVoU-U1-yE4hKb4eDSL4XuVJE8_dt9oD0wR1PGxncZr2QO0xaf1aMFvwC3q9p7Yk1NDYRQGx6G6QiSopYM6K7bDjna9XUC6Hrdi4aWN7NmJ3ZncC0/s4032/IMG_2682.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZAeuU1DmLD_pPwclrmRsSnxDpA84l3E_Uveytils0z9nGnBllDZxYxnM7YpbFj9an2aczcNIE0lpVoU-U1-yE4hKb4eDSL4XuVJE8_dt9oD0wR1PGxncZr2QO0xaf1aMFvwC3q9p7Yk1NDYRQGx6G6QiSopYM6K7bDjna9XUC6Hrdi4aWN7NmJ3ZncC0/s320/IMG_2682.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg97NKmwiZsCrw-cyqvW0nBI2AESJfOELg3rTJBcuDiZQW99-TUcIAPWKxP4splEGleTaIrhonbxikLwOEg8kv2S4EPS8vlc6QZ1YCq8GdQIc5CkP7Y9th4cVpwxnWvwYCgzzqf88XSaIXSgJj2DH6xD7mWoT1LgzaikNOSACO76cJiQT7SQzvECNK-3IE/s2284/IMG_2695.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2284" data-original-width="2072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg97NKmwiZsCrw-cyqvW0nBI2AESJfOELg3rTJBcuDiZQW99-TUcIAPWKxP4splEGleTaIrhonbxikLwOEg8kv2S4EPS8vlc6QZ1YCq8GdQIc5CkP7Y9th4cVpwxnWvwYCgzzqf88XSaIXSgJj2DH6xD7mWoT1LgzaikNOSACO76cJiQT7SQzvECNK-3IE/s320/IMG_2695.HEIC" width="290" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>And who took their photographs?**</p><p>*<u>Answers:</u></p><p>Yo-Yo Ma, 1964</p><p>Audrey Hepburn, Paris 1951</p><p>Hell's Angel (Doug***), San Francisco, 1967 *** Extra credit if you guessed his name correctly</p><p><br /></p><p>**<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTuArtKfHigsQV-iWgnK-cIkusyr5ENnJiy6SZHW3aMmrpxdrUS" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="226" data-original-width="223" height="226" src="https://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTuArtKfHigsQV-iWgnK-cIkusyr5ENnJiy6SZHW3aMmrpxdrUS" width="223" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Irving Penn, London, 1950</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-3243135701390030392024-03-16T17:00:00.000-07:002024-03-17T17:07:13.081-07:00 Evacuation with Puck, Oberon, Fairies and All --- Day 13/71<p><i>Walk: Union Square, SF Ballet</i></p><p><i>Distance: 6 miles</i></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTNkY4UgdRY0vsdb8LIaHYUnStxqtN95GrF2SY1QGLQAW7m3dAx9bq8o39aQem8CrXENsPHj84EjaJMLkkkGP0gxay7khwhPZg4syZ5cSfxbaLTWPh-Qf1Ao03FAsPyP-JSXnQNHmidS5ImoaQqHGfxgzRcLMIstmoWhuB_Knh-HQSAg77EG-PaqbXfs/s4032/IMG_2731.HEIC" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTNkY4UgdRY0vsdb8LIaHYUnStxqtN95GrF2SY1QGLQAW7m3dAx9bq8o39aQem8CrXENsPHj84EjaJMLkkkGP0gxay7khwhPZg4syZ5cSfxbaLTWPh-Qf1Ao03FAsPyP-JSXnQNHmidS5ImoaQqHGfxgzRcLMIstmoWhuB_Knh-HQSAg77EG-PaqbXfs/w300-h400/IMG_2731.HEIC" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oberon and Puck wait to see if the Opera House will reopen and the dance continues</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>So, <i>A Midsummer's Night Dream, </i>the ballet, was particularly memorable in San Francisco this afternoon. Somewhere toward the end of the first act lights started flashing, sirens began blaring and an announcement repeated over the loudspeaker: "A fire emergency has been reported in the building. Please get up from your seats and calmly leave the building. Do not use the elevator"</p><p>It was quite a feat walking down the steep marble stairways for many of the audience, but we all did it as instructed. Calmly.</p><p>Out in the brisk sun, many realized they were waiting amidst the interrupted dancers. And the fun began. Phone cameras came out. Characters talked to dazzled children, other waiting attendees and among themselves. When it was announced that we could all return to our various places, one formerly anxious dancer had been so enjoying the break he announced "I'm not nervous any more!" on his way back to the stage. </p><p>To widly cheering support from the audience the dancers resumed their performances from exactly where they had left it and danced without further interruption to all the happy marriages at <i>Midsummer's </i>conclusion. More wild cheering.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEyF0g0NkTbqJ_gkPon7knnOoY83rYrcZ98ksmZU4qJQCkqpsLiD6-2buCtO6iYk9vOBLzbXI323IIlxIJYh6YCOCfzsitwgCxTUJNm9MGDJZFbyZnheZxnZtxWIX3ZhbhKl5KB2d_lOPrUcLOAFaxyDmdZ7jE1ig_rI8ckrJfDF-ZAjkYiDpivkutVk/s3109/IMG_2730.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3109" data-original-width="2468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEyF0g0NkTbqJ_gkPon7knnOoY83rYrcZ98ksmZU4qJQCkqpsLiD6-2buCtO6iYk9vOBLzbXI323IIlxIJYh6YCOCfzsitwgCxTUJNm9MGDJZFbyZnheZxnZtxWIX3ZhbhKl5KB2d_lOPrUcLOAFaxyDmdZ7jE1ig_rI8ckrJfDF-ZAjkYiDpivkutVk/w254-h320/IMG_2730.HEIC" width="254" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqTteu7gfQqjDKelxuzVtuZUJ8H98YfxmSr2Zhiiz5XS4xz-fqRyPaTtvI_bjGoTTYFZDTEXB-W8M_stXhnx3XQXyyJ2SpA0EFclQ2my8qN51U0jeZ1YlaQLSL8v2ifjYzArhdmPLnrKU7u0a0DwJFx7nlhyKVi7uaZ8SeRtuppxPfFgwypblbKOjHY0/s4032/IMG_2729.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2521" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqTteu7gfQqjDKelxuzVtuZUJ8H98YfxmSr2Zhiiz5XS4xz-fqRyPaTtvI_bjGoTTYFZDTEXB-W8M_stXhnx3XQXyyJ2SpA0EFclQ2my8qN51U0jeZ1YlaQLSL8v2ifjYzArhdmPLnrKU7u0a0DwJFx7nlhyKVi7uaZ8SeRtuppxPfFgwypblbKOjHY0/s320/IMG_2729.HEIC" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gkR3RAcEyZsjj-ifpraPvohSaxT4gZJMRox7hOrhMXAVXr82AY0y7UBRaVDZJ9Rr3AMrWYVZdOvSXN5vKPs06JHzYzMeQmc5lN1Pic5xYRc1btQP4k1_AXWYCJPWKSgcJxnJjk5uuoIyKVkbu0evxNwIYSf9FrgoLugGoSiu_tur6bsDCLW-BgCSPmM/s3024/IMG_2734.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2670" data-original-width="3024" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gkR3RAcEyZsjj-ifpraPvohSaxT4gZJMRox7hOrhMXAVXr82AY0y7UBRaVDZJ9Rr3AMrWYVZdOvSXN5vKPs06JHzYzMeQmc5lN1Pic5xYRc1btQP4k1_AXWYCJPWKSgcJxnJjk5uuoIyKVkbu0evxNwIYSf9FrgoLugGoSiu_tur6bsDCLW-BgCSPmM/w320-h283/IMG_2734.HEIC" width="320" /></a></div><p></p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-89354652155577281322024-03-15T11:44:00.000-07:002024-03-17T12:06:33.340-07:00 Belly Up to Temple Bars --- Day 13/70<p><i>Walk: Presidio</i></p><p><i>Distance: 6 miles</i></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://i.iheart.com/v3/re/assets.getty/64138747f7c7176c427eaf51?ops=max(1060,0),quality(80)" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="267" src="https://i.iheart.com/v3/re/assets.getty/64138747f7c7176c427eaf51?ops=max(1060,0),quality(80)" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saint Patrick's Day at San Francisco's Temple Bar</td></tr></tbody></table><p>Happy Saint Patrick's Day<span style="color: #274e13;"> ☘</span> San Francisco is a pretty <span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Irish</b></span> town - even with our own Temple Bar - so the celebrations will surely continute the next day or two arouund here. Ciwt can only imagine the festivities at the original and famous Temple Bar Pub in Dublin where there is already a vast whiskey and beer collection and Irish Music all day every day!</p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/fd/cd/9c/fdcd9cfca71689f55e65e89f1965067d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="736" height="458" src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/fd/cd/9c/fdcd9cfca71689f55e65e89f1965067d.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;">Saint Patrick's Day at Temple Bar Pub, Dublin, Ireland</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d5156; font-family: "Google Sans", Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-37394292154424433292024-03-14T09:18:00.000-07:002024-03-17T11:44:27.668-07:00Penn Who? Well..... --- Day13/69<div class="separator"><i>Walk: Union Square</i></div><div class="separator"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator"><i>Distance: 5.5 miles</i></div><div class="separator"><br /></div><p>So, who is this Irving Penn? Is he related to the actor, Sean Penn?* Ciwt had those questions and more when she got her Press Preview invitation from the de Young Museum for its Irving Penn show.</p><p>Then she arrived at the event and found it crowded with press people who had no question whatsoever about who Irving Penn (1917-2009) was. Almost all were photography lovers excited to see so many works by the famed cameraman. Probably fashionistas who follow <i>Vogue </i>will be there in droves when the show opens because Penn was the magazine's celebrated photographer for over sixty years. </p><p>Vogue Photographs: </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0aYbP_ov9mZzurOF19J_hoj_ogVxzmvIPxpCvR0g2k0mncW8MP-HHiNw1Ei-W1BoJ1l8TJN0KeWW7wFJaiuoaHxjScm4qZoxpc69E2wsUVRJ2iZtULKjBfKZly7DkdQxgLgGH3aTUFhMo_48dyj_hatN5sJjGV7ySo-NwvM0VL1R4TT3Hk55UfWCw2U/s1835/IMG_2660.HEIC" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1835" data-original-width="1761" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0aYbP_ov9mZzurOF19J_hoj_ogVxzmvIPxpCvR0g2k0mncW8MP-HHiNw1Ei-W1BoJ1l8TJN0KeWW7wFJaiuoaHxjScm4qZoxpc69E2wsUVRJ2iZtULKjBfKZly7DkdQxgLgGH3aTUFhMo_48dyj_hatN5sJjGV7ySo-NwvM0VL1R4TT3Hk55UfWCw2U/s320/IMG_2660.HEIC" width="307" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Irving Penn,<i> Kerchief Glove (Dior)</i>, Paris, 1950, Gelatin silver print</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUVjRVBGNKlr3Akcttsk2EUIyGxCSEEk31vRImjAo_vWF5Tq1YlDdExhsAa5mNCFcsAOiAMDCMLEc2zuY_Z9qD3uOsMeLK6-anKepMS5l-CmL4kpFiHGUPrBFIoAKwbpIG8jmWYXdBz6t4XLSxGEZW0rGhDd8FMW7o5hF1Z2u3YwUPSj1Howfawov5WDI/s1510/IMG_2658.HEIC" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1503" data-original-width="1510" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUVjRVBGNKlr3Akcttsk2EUIyGxCSEEk31vRImjAo_vWF5Tq1YlDdExhsAa5mNCFcsAOiAMDCMLEc2zuY_Z9qD3uOsMeLK6-anKepMS5l-CmL4kpFiHGUPrBFIoAKwbpIG8jmWYXdBz6t4XLSxGEZW0rGhDd8FMW7o5hF1Z2u3YwUPSj1Howfawov5WDI/s320/IMG_2658.HEIC" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Irving Penn, <i>Girl with Tobacco on Tongue (Mary Jane Russel),</i> New York, 1951, Gelatin silver print</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Concurrently Penn founded his own studio in New York and began making advertising photographs for such clients as General Foods, De Beers, Issey Miyake, Clinique and many others.<div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPYSdTnaU7MIO8CR-2wLhzkK32D_mv0R3W2tRPAqMIG-2YMT7995ZSSkT1Ng7v_3c-FP0Rf4riahRDjGY4OKrbMKXRr09fjH30HvYKIVJIRRJIouMpTZHIdQGQcCDFxvS5gJAW0P4KyfDrMjbLuyuknd0RWRbjs80FIiPdKU_MWCKTTWY62UFqABZtLPc/s1779/IMG_2708.HEIC" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1779" data-original-width="1531" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPYSdTnaU7MIO8CR-2wLhzkK32D_mv0R3W2tRPAqMIG-2YMT7995ZSSkT1Ng7v_3c-FP0Rf4riahRDjGY4OKrbMKXRr09fjH30HvYKIVJIRRJIouMpTZHIdQGQcCDFxvS5gJAW0P4KyfDrMjbLuyuknd0RWRbjs80FIiPdKU_MWCKTTWY62UFqABZtLPc/s320/IMG_2708.HEIC" width="275" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Irving Penn,<i> Issey Miyake, Staircase Dress</i>, New York, 1994, Platinum-palladium print</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">His exacting and revealing portrait photographs for private clients and magazines are legend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/58cfe9e91b10e37dbd7bc584/1495115411424-Q2QW8CQHNKYAA8THFAPH/picasso_1_of_6_cannes_frances_1957_platinum.jpg?format=1500w" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="793" height="320" src="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/58cfe9e91b10e37dbd7bc584/1495115411424-Q2QW8CQHNKYAA8THFAPH/picasso_1_of_6_cannes_frances_1957_platinum.jpg?format=1500w" width="317" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Pablo Picasso at La Californie</i>, Cannes, 1957</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/58cfe9e91b10e37dbd7bc584/1490988574550-F4MO4EJVTT04U3TO0DEH/yves_st_laurent_paris_1957.jpg?format=1000w" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/58cfe9e91b10e37dbd7bc584/1490988574550-F4MO4EJVTT04U3TO0DEH/yves_st_laurent_paris_1957.jpg?format=1000w" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Yves Saint Laurent</i>, Paris, 1957</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/58cfe9e91b10e37dbd7bc584/1490988335644-3VQ5TJYXDP8MDGZNBBV2/edith_piaf_1_of_3_new_york_1948.jpg?format=750w" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="647" height="320" src="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/58cfe9e91b10e37dbd7bc584/1490988335644-3VQ5TJYXDP8MDGZNBBV2/edith_piaf_1_of_3_new_york_1948.jpg?format=750w" width="259" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Edith Piaf</i>, New York, 1948</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Turns out Penn's work ranged far beyond the boundaries of fashion, cover photography and portraits into still lifes, and photographic essays on subjects like: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Small Trades<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/58cfe9e91b10e37dbd7bc584/1490993409124-QQ587Q9Y6K4G4J45ZIS3/marchande_de_ballons_b_paris_1950_%5Bballoon_sel.jpg?format=750w" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="611" height="320" src="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/58cfe9e91b10e37dbd7bc584/1490993409124-QQ587Q9Y6K4G4J45ZIS3/marchande_de_ballons_b_paris_1950_%5Bballoon_sel.jpg?format=750w" width="245" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Balloon Seller</i>, Paris, 1950</span></td></tr></tbody></table>Travel<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/58cfe9e91b10e37dbd7bc584/1490994594407-6ZKUOLYYIVS4LZQBD77U/rock_groups_san_francisco_1967_platinum.jpg?format=1000w" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="800" height="307" src="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/58cfe9e91b10e37dbd7bc584/1490994594407-6ZKUOLYYIVS4LZQBD77U/rock_groups_san_francisco_1967_platinum.jpg?format=1000w" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Rock Groups</i>, San Francisco, 1967</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Documentary<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/58cfe9e91b10e37dbd7bc584/1491229215146-18XRU546QEH0X3DMO7R6/anzio_beach_head_-_year_after_battle_a_italy_1.jpg?format=1000w" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="760" height="320" src="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/58cfe9e91b10e37dbd7bc584/1491229215146-18XRU546QEH0X3DMO7R6/anzio_beach_head_-_year_after_battle_a_italy_1.jpg?format=1000w" width="304" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Anzio Beachhead One Year After Battle (A</i>), Italy, 1947</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />On and on through thought provoking Still Lifes, Nudes, Beauty, Mixed Media Paintings and Drawings, even Cigarette Butts (yes, as part of a personal anti-smoking campaign in the mid 60's).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All of his images are accessible and riveting viewing for even the most basic photographers - like Ciwt with her iPhone. But throughout his career Penn was really a photographers' photographer experimenting with monochromatic backdrops in an era of artificial lighting, reinvigorating antiquated processes such as platium and gelatin silver, experimenting with many printing techniques including mounting negatives on aluminum sheets. And always throughout achieving prints that are deeply contrasting, clean crisp, stunningly visually simple. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All this artistry and creativity at a time when photography was primarily understood as a means of communication. No more as we all know. Nearly singlehandedly Iriving Penn brought photography into the dominant artistic medium it is today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>*<span style="font-size: x-small;">No, but Irving Penn's brother, filmmaker and theater director Arthur, was Sean's father. And Ciwt is a bit off the hook not knowing much about Irving Penn because he was an intensely<i> </i>private man who avoided the limelight.</span>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-32065112019064376622024-03-13T18:39:00.000-07:002024-03-13T18:39:18.695-07:00 Photo or Object? --- Days 13/67 & 68<p> <i>Walks: Hood, de Young Museum</i></p><p><i>Distances: 3 miles, 3.5 miles</i></p><p>Maybe because she just snaps with her iPhone and is done, Ciwt's eyes glaze over a bit when taking tours of photography. Whoever the guide is often talks at length about the exact camera used, the steps of developing the photo, the paper and whatall. Then Ciwt stands waiting as the many amateur photographers in the crowd ask with great interest about matters techical. Probably because of Instagram and phone cameras that number is growing significantly and photography shows are drawing more and more museum crowds.</p><p>But today at the Press Preview of the Irving Penn show opening soon at the de Young the quality of the photos she saw had her riveted. And she was actually fascinated by the techinical information the visiting curator from the Metropolitian Museum passed on. Penn meticulously created his own settings, made his own paper, hand printed his photgraphs again and again with silver and other rich emulsions. No lab assistants for any of this. The resulting surface of his final products are often so thick and rich, they register much like paintings. They are more lasting <i>object</i> rather than photograph. And oh the depth and clarity; every photo in the show, no matter when taken, appears new, fresh immediate.</p><p>Here's Penn's beautiful wife, Lisa Fonssagrives-Penn, arguably the first super model, looking as breathtakingly alive as she did when Penn took this portrait in 1950. This not just because of her stunning presence but also due to Penn's well considered lighting, rough curtain behind, positioning of the subject and rich printing. <br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrp_CCyy5EGwtYrJ5bSWK_OElb5THalYjdiAGPMst8lDDmrPqV89lFaLrqbiSyJPEsbomCBbhLhV-egUIQPUhIFdI_RxiUGDvm2J3hxZ__Iz849RBDrvm3HdKC0XsXO7ePZkFxbo07HsLPshOHoSVEYvicCHZ9LV-DEGkyoXw-vEtue0yREBqUYOE3o0/s2480/IMG_2662.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2480" data-original-width="1738" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrp_CCyy5EGwtYrJ5bSWK_OElb5THalYjdiAGPMst8lDDmrPqV89lFaLrqbiSyJPEsbomCBbhLhV-egUIQPUhIFdI_RxiUGDvm2J3hxZ__Iz849RBDrvm3HdKC0XsXO7ePZkFxbo07HsLPshOHoSVEYvicCHZ9LV-DEGkyoXw-vEtue0yREBqUYOE3o0/s320/IMG_2662.HEIC" width="224" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Irving Penn, <i>Woman with Roses</i>, (Lisa Fonssagrives-Penn in LaFeurie Dress), Paris, 1950, Platinum-palladium print</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><br /></p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-39360945315923229322024-03-11T17:11:00.000-07:002024-03-12T17:23:59.234-07:00 A Few Favorites --- Day 13/66<p>Walk: Hood</p><p>Distance: 2 miles</p><p style="text-align: center;">Ciwt's favorite Oscar looks:</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://imageio.forbes.com/specials-images/imageserve/65ef4db0cfa3bf1ea20f8c7b/Ryan-Gosling-performed-Oscar-nominated-song---I-m-Just-Ken---at-last-night-s-Oscars/960x0.jpg?format=jpg&width=960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="566" data-original-width="800" height="226" src="https://imageio.forbes.com/specials-images/imageserve/65ef4db0cfa3bf1ea20f8c7b/Ryan-Gosling-performed-Oscar-nominated-song---I-m-Just-Ken---at-last-night-s-Oscars/960x0.jpg?format=jpg&width=960" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ryan Gosling singing <i>I'm Just Ken</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.telanganatoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/Oscars-2024-Cillian-Murphy-wins-Best-Actor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="800" height="188" src="https://cdn.telanganatoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/Oscars-2024-Cillian-Murphy-wins-Best-Actor.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cillian Murphy with his well deserved Oscar (whew..)</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://akns-images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/2024210/rs_634x1024-240310151110-Lupita_Nyongo.jpg?fit=around%7C776:1254&output-quality=90&crop=776:1254;center,top" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="495" height="320" src="https://akns-images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/2024210/rs_634x1024-240310151110-Lupita_Nyongo.jpg?fit=around%7C776:1254&output-quality=90&crop=776:1254;center,top" width="198" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lupito Nyong'o in an icy blue Armani Prive gown</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-34530816625634243662024-03-10T11:34:00.000-07:002024-03-10T11:44:52.466-07:00 Oscar Time --- Day 13/65<p> </p><p>Walk: Hood</p><p>Distance: TBD</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsYAQbKQ7zbz0tDm41alC56JC1Px8xj1cqvc9N-bmg-X9LF2omg9pbhW8G8nkl5myFlQTi-i6HFhUuqBc0FUzad1MIS8MNH22f_bpsMxPaPPFBVxIBcQ5zfHsooXGP8wQwTvqb2eL8hXTPzFb_kpOmQ9RPzyRPp_EwEWwSXS2ENK0WQIuVRirTov19jQ/s3507/IMG_2638.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3507" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsYAQbKQ7zbz0tDm41alC56JC1Px8xj1cqvc9N-bmg-X9LF2omg9pbhW8G8nkl5myFlQTi-i6HFhUuqBc0FUzad1MIS8MNH22f_bpsMxPaPPFBVxIBcQ5zfHsooXGP8wQwTvqb2eL8hXTPzFb_kpOmQ9RPzyRPp_EwEWwSXS2ENK0WQIuVRirTov19jQ/w552-h640/IMG_2638.HEIC" width="552" /></a></div><br /><p>It's 11:22 a.m. out here in San Francisco; just 38 minutes until we can start watching Oscars-related tv programs on channel 7.1 (ABC). Crazy! Even crazier, if you forgot about Daylight Savings clock change and rush to your Oscars Countdown at noon, it will actually be 1:00 and you will miss the first hour.</p><p>She'll hold off until one of the <span style="color: red;">Red Carpet</span> shows when she can change her bed, set her clocks, do other household chores and be present for her 50+ year of Oscars viewing. <a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/7f/Academy_Award_trophy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="397" data-original-width="219" height="200" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/7f/Academy_Award_trophy.png" width="110" /></a><br /><br /></p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-47599256174180504632024-03-09T16:04:00.000-08:002024-03-09T16:04:23.408-08:00 Oscar Ballot Amendment --- Day 13/64<p>Walk: Vogue Theater</p><p>Distance: 3 miles loping</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://assets.mubicdn.net/images/artworks/667423/images-original.png?1708093541" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="451" data-original-width="800" height="226" src="https://assets.mubicdn.net/images/artworks/667423/images-original.png?1708093541" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>War is Over! </i> Inspired by the music of John and Yoko</td></tr></tbody></table><p>So, Ciwt finally actually got to this year's animated short films. Contrary to many critics, she found them all excellent and one particularly outstanding. So she is changing her ballot to <i>War is Over.</i></p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-8602016955065215802024-03-08T17:36:00.000-08:002024-03-09T15:54:48.031-08:002024 Oscars Ballot* --- Day 13/63<p><i>Walk: Crissy Field</i></p><p><i>Distance: 3.5 miles lope, .5 miles walk</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpN3VBTSsUMfqEead4WVXieoPbiIuvf_eZ7HnNAm4bAp0F0wsU9r3vLN1gmziCXca7Iitpl_-oOmnnxfjgZHT2VdMUtDx2yaB3X6xW7ffntNBBV_WgxZXA3bE4mxq2rwtDxhy0350CkK_VlkS6GS7VuSRwzUHZRYgdFJRNGdg-QBuQVdnPsbNKmNVvMig/s4032/IMG_2637.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpN3VBTSsUMfqEead4WVXieoPbiIuvf_eZ7HnNAm4bAp0F0wsU9r3vLN1gmziCXca7Iitpl_-oOmnnxfjgZHT2VdMUtDx2yaB3X6xW7ffntNBBV_WgxZXA3bE4mxq2rwtDxhy0350CkK_VlkS6GS7VuSRwzUHZRYgdFJRNGdg-QBuQVdnPsbNKmNVvMig/w300-h400/IMG_2637.HEIC" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p>So Ciwt has filled in and printed out most of her Oscars Ballot which you can see above. Her choices are some combination of personal favorites, who she thinks the Academy will choose and blank categories for which she has no opinion because she didn't see any of the films. Rest assured, if past is prologue, she <i>will </i>be quite wrong.*</p><p>* See <i>Amendment</i> ahead</p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-34569063978114993152024-03-07T16:23:00.000-08:002024-03-07T16:27:04.624-08:00Free Days!!! --- Days 13/61 & 62<p><i>Walks: Marin Driving Day, Presidio and Hood</i></p><p><i>Distance: 3/4 mile, 6 miles</i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbSTlCYVKvT22yHA-tHDnmYPxQXv40AuEaZpj8aGpZI-kZydExXPbKXdGLxsFFRfPQr3wsa1XgtxQauRWiZz0QZM_-nnW3r5IOJ1lj65ISwbvVFeXa9zxRewTUMv9ZQRBoJar2xy_4R98eByH8A9KXAbal3GBH0-VgvCLRertEw2jsp0KoOM1ihbo-Ws/s1894/IMG_2632.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1199" data-original-width="1894" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbSTlCYVKvT22yHA-tHDnmYPxQXv40AuEaZpj8aGpZI-kZydExXPbKXdGLxsFFRfPQr3wsa1XgtxQauRWiZz0QZM_-nnW3r5IOJ1lj65ISwbvVFeXa9zxRewTUMv9ZQRBoJar2xy_4R98eByH8A9KXAbal3GBH0-VgvCLRertEw2jsp0KoOM1ihbo-Ws/s320/IMG_2632.HEIC" width="320" /></a></div><br />No more art tours on the books, all done fixing up place, finished with huge closet caper. Absolutely Nothing on Ciwt's calendar for the next few days. Happy Ciwt and her cats!!!<p></p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-78324074868856471432024-03-05T18:24:00.000-08:002024-03-05T18:24:05.864-08:00Hurry Up and Look --- Days 13/59 & 60<p><i>Walks: Hood, SFMOMA</i></p><p><i>Distance: 4 miles, 6 miles</i></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAKXWa6MexUteZPuL0ZxipKELqVrfhFOlPxsdi-K1xHLP4-NAFS2hk9NEVOGB0NE0PKl4iVTRGUM_qFqarw9D0eDjpMQKOM1xRh_MK5fxCjTbd4rIMgNpzPfNEZFKXHfRbyT0QclUCHvXI1r2_RhgMw1MCRA67L_0j2FXJ1-UACDQglmokm26wMhzNL0/s600/band_600.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="600" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAKXWa6MexUteZPuL0ZxipKELqVrfhFOlPxsdi-K1xHLP4-NAFS2hk9NEVOGB0NE0PKl4iVTRGUM_qFqarw9D0eDjpMQKOM1xRh_MK5fxCjTbd4rIMgNpzPfNEZFKXHfRbyT0QclUCHvXI1r2_RhgMw1MCRA67L_0j2FXJ1-UACDQglmokm26wMhzNL0/w400-h225/band_600.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Running through the Louvre scene from Jean-Luc Godard's 1964 film <i>Band of Outsiders</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />So Ciwt's mission today was to present <b>7 floors </b>of SFMOMA art in a <b>1 hour</b> tour to a group of high powered executives. The good news is the tour is over and she can once again get a good night's sleep.<br /><br /><p><br /></p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-76153986621446197362024-03-03T18:04:00.000-08:002024-03-04T18:15:39.588-08:00SCRAM!! (please....) --- Days 13/57 & 58<p><i>Walks: Hood</i></p><p><i>Distances: 3 miles, 5 miles</i></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://media0.giphy.com/media/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExZm41cTJ5eWY2dHdoaXVqeTE1aG9haDRhZDhuZzF0Z3B0NTQ5azgzcyZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw/eToYFbOtxtTUc/giphy.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="391" data-original-width="500" height="313" src="https://media0.giphy.com/media/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExZm41cTJ5eWY2dHdoaXVqeTE1aG9haDRhZDhuZzF0Z3B0NTQ5azgzcyZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw/eToYFbOtxtTUc/giphy.gif" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So Ciwt finished her whopping clothes closet caper. But, try as she might, there were a few old things </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">she couldn't get rid of (yet).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://media1.giphy.com/media/ghCo0vsMiSHBtLOiak/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e47sqwok9i9rd544gl0zns0fywoqou79whtgsehkpav&ep=v1_gifs_related&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="286" data-original-width="480" height="190" src="https://media1.giphy.com/media/ghCo0vsMiSHBtLOiak/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e47sqwok9i9rd544gl0zns0fywoqou79whtgsehkpav&ep=v1_gifs_related&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-48398320713165050782024-03-01T18:01:00.000-08:002024-03-01T18:01:04.589-08:00And Now, Scarves --- Days 13/55 & 56<p><i>Walk: Hood errands, Nope</i></p><p><i>Distance: 3 miles, 1.5 miles just working on closet caper</i></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://media3.giphy.com/media/NPxKFp1JkWxt7ze1UT/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e475vs5h0ujyndw1z4gfh8fdr416kyov33wa0uv4zmc&ep=v1_gifs_related&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="480" height="181" src="https://media3.giphy.com/media/NPxKFp1JkWxt7ze1UT/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e475vs5h0ujyndw1z4gfh8fdr416kyov33wa0uv4zmc&ep=v1_gifs_related&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://media4.giphy.com/media/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExa3IyaTExdXNsMjM0Z3VwaDA5aTE3ZHZxbTFqaHY3bTV0cTl6cHc1ZSZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw/6BDyJmOqJ6BK6XSR3w/giphy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="480" height="181" src="https://media4.giphy.com/media/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExa3IyaTExdXNsMjM0Z3VwaDA5aTE3ZHZxbTFqaHY3bTV0cTl6cHc1ZSZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw/6BDyJmOqJ6BK6XSR3w/giphy.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>So, Ciwt is running out of steam on her gigantic closet caper. Unfortunate because she still has her scarf pile to deal with. There goes the remaining closet space....</p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-89706902410118705302024-02-28T17:03:00.000-08:002024-02-28T17:03:33.042-08:00Storm Activity --- Days 13/53 & 54<p><i>Walks: Hood, Union Square</i></p><p><i>Distances: 4 miles, 4. miles</i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOHXsMDoax52Zbm3ePzl2MHzClLHrrgGCCtt0FJ6u3CRo8-qu5eTSBtBqd7uKZaQq4h4xVBfqLJZhOARkweW506V5iSg0ww2W6kjiAPZbWH6nnEdLTQgNm4w_HLgJTxhvbWItbWA9KD1YyUWZF7UFpnA_-06kHriTSvAvP7A47zuyN7eMWkp-7pyCpes/s3393/IMG_2622.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3393" data-original-width="2870" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOHXsMDoax52Zbm3ePzl2MHzClLHrrgGCCtt0FJ6u3CRo8-qu5eTSBtBqd7uKZaQq4h4xVBfqLJZhOARkweW506V5iSg0ww2W6kjiAPZbWH6nnEdLTQgNm4w_HLgJTxhvbWItbWA9KD1YyUWZF7UFpnA_-06kHriTSvAvP7A47zuyN7eMWkp-7pyCpes/s320/IMG_2622.HEIC" width="271" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>No a storm hasn't blown through Ciwt's place, but one is on its way into the Bay Area. The weather service is telling people in Tahoe it will be dangerous to even go outside their doors and it is going to be pretty ferocious around here for the next three or four days. So Ciwt has decided <i>this</i> is the time for the long delayed project of tackling absolutely everything in her clothes closet. Maybe even tame - or come to grips with - all her city <b>black.</b><div><br /></div><div>As you can see above, the project has begun; so it is getting dangerous to even walk around inside her place.</div>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-88063616147978256522024-02-26T17:51:00.000-08:002024-02-27T18:27:30.736-08:00Perfect Acting --- Day 13/52<p> Walk: AMC Kabuki (Perfect Days)</p><p>Distance: 2.8 miles</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYjI2Njc4MGQtYzYwNC00MDQ1LTkyMzQtODY0NDk4NzZjNGMyXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTM1NjM2ODg1._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="527" height="400" src="https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYjI2Njc4MGQtYzYwNC00MDQ1LTkyMzQtODY0NDk4NzZjNGMyXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTM1NjM2ODg1._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><br /><p>So Ciwt went to see Japan's Oscar nominated Foreign Language film, <i>Perfect Days</i>, and it is truly lovely. The acting by long time movie star Koji Yakusho is astoundingly perfect and a/the reason in and of itself to see it yourselves. Ciwt leaves the overall evaluation up to you. So far the critics and larger audience have been enraptured and given it very top ratings. On the one hand , Ciwt agrees, but on the other ....never mind, you can decide; it just isn't perfect. In any event <i>Perfect Days</i> is well worth your time in the theater.</p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-16784373583159554802024-02-25T18:00:00.000-08:002024-02-27T18:28:52.999-08:00From No Place to Showplace --- Day 13/51<p><i>Walk: Hood</i></p><p><i>Distance: 5.6 miles</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQg1a6X2mpLsTSvIuFeS2nst8uvm6sFk3GBOGdtDK3KY4CydpmbSm4DO7DvoC18NKRspPX6qFfkIILJ7p4HShvidzadP-1OD66irZjYJ2bGoM8Cl5rndCRQl8PcmhNj8IXnSfH7p5PJxgTSu2w5aZk0dMwiNzTR2X3xqTrBE193flaq-z0L5VzW3ho58/s4032/IMG_2576.HEIC" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQg1a6X2mpLsTSvIuFeS2nst8uvm6sFk3GBOGdtDK3KY4CydpmbSm4DO7DvoC18NKRspPX6qFfkIILJ7p4HShvidzadP-1OD66irZjYJ2bGoM8Cl5rndCRQl8PcmhNj8IXnSfH7p5PJxgTSu2w5aZk0dMwiNzTR2X3xqTrBE193flaq-z0L5VzW3ho58/w240-h320/IMG_2576.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjji5xivR6WFBAHfJqJd2wzVntXHa9yKkR6X1WJC2cU280OVIfTuEOvXOdljd4cOLrMaGB4Gl5jRsXjLAScqCp8zU93ZBAzK5TVsDwBzA1e0Uto2Kx3E_p1pnTvjedX5XthHKo-cGONd-3KHagSOAugPjV2Snb7DOCcuGEHvoaL3bEFBOh5PGKVs2kmwSA/s4032/IMG_2577.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjji5xivR6WFBAHfJqJd2wzVntXHa9yKkR6X1WJC2cU280OVIfTuEOvXOdljd4cOLrMaGB4Gl5jRsXjLAScqCp8zU93ZBAzK5TVsDwBzA1e0Uto2Kx3E_p1pnTvjedX5XthHKo-cGONd-3KHagSOAugPjV2Snb7DOCcuGEHvoaL3bEFBOh5PGKVs2kmwSA/w240-h320/IMG_2577.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQ1s3R4wZPy3hYZH-qRRrXAXJbTd_hRyU8J0Mp9iHIHIu-Fk3ob7oMxzDVdUOJsVeK29UjzgY_d62pEDKom_8YbkjBHwkxpIJugZfTe4sdmgtp-osFBep6IpH_FBgaQKnEdbpNBU4D9fdQHN7iYuwkObhcpoLU67c7r9CY8VMuQ5qTuS65qoYYBlL8bc/s4032/IMG_2574.HEIC" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQ1s3R4wZPy3hYZH-qRRrXAXJbTd_hRyU8J0Mp9iHIHIu-Fk3ob7oMxzDVdUOJsVeK29UjzgY_d62pEDKom_8YbkjBHwkxpIJugZfTe4sdmgtp-osFBep6IpH_FBgaQKnEdbpNBU4D9fdQHN7iYuwkObhcpoLU67c7r9CY8VMuQ5qTuS65qoYYBlL8bc/w240-h320/IMG_2574.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>So a young designer friend asked Ciwt if she could use her place for a photo shoot. Ciwt of course said "Sure" but was thinking "Wha??" Here Ciwt is hemming and hawing about whether she can embrace it as home and others are full speed ahead on it being a great place for Ciwt - and for a photo shoot.</p><p>She arrived today - with an assistant, zillion dollar camera and props galore. And they proceeded to ransack the rooms while also exclaiming "What perfect light!," "The view is wonderful!," "Great shot!"</p><p>And after they put everything back together again, Ciwt had to admit her place felt a lot more like her real home.</p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-46046964702082844802024-02-24T17:40:00.000-08:002024-02-25T18:25:30.287-08:00 Swan Song --- Days 13/49 & 50<p><i>Walks: Day of Rest; SF Ballet</i></p><p><i>Distances: Not even 1/2 mile; 5.5 miles</i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://riffmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/SWL17REP_ET5926_E2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="537" data-original-width="800" height="269" src="https://riffmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/SWL17REP_ET5926_E2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>So, it isn't quite at the level of <i>Madame Butterfly</i> which brings Ciwt to tears every time she sees it, but the ending of <i>Swan Lake</i> is still pretty devastating. Certainly as danced and staged by our world class San Francisco Ballet.</p><p><br /></p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-50736469647824605202024-02-22T17:33:00.000-08:002024-02-23T18:13:31.798-08:00So Green, So Young --- Day 13/48<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Walk: Hood</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Distance: 5.5 miles</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://piedmontexedra.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/01/deyoung-fashion-exhibit-gowns-After-The-Ball-771x514.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="514" data-original-width="771" height="267" src="https://piedmontexedra.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/01/deyoung-fashion-exhibit-gowns-After-The-Ball-771x514.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is the <i>After the Ball </i>section of<i> </i>the de Young Museum's current exhibition</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of San Franciso couture over the years*. All were worn by local philanthropists and fashionistas or carefully preserved unworn by couture department stores. Which ones jump immediately to your eye?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8dVDD6uZ0FPAYc9B6JJoxqiOIn0WOBY68PQEf7LxHXWZhkwKOCWe4lZbbl8IWqtzNm8XY2yKYATRHpfPu9DevWzVva0gL1JzwHoDnKmV1MOgvAT22bWzkrvE6UJJry4cq3FOXIgwTnFtd3jX48WEF1b609dvDYrWf-b7AV3wMoEv4PeRWyvypfP30BX4/s4032/IMG_2286.HEIC" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8dVDD6uZ0FPAYc9B6JJoxqiOIn0WOBY68PQEf7LxHXWZhkwKOCWe4lZbbl8IWqtzNm8XY2yKYATRHpfPu9DevWzVva0gL1JzwHoDnKmV1MOgvAT22bWzkrvE6UJJry4cq3FOXIgwTnFtd3jX48WEF1b609dvDYrWf-b7AV3wMoEv4PeRWyvypfP30BX4/w300-h400/IMG_2286.HEIC" width="300" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Edwin Oudshoorn (Dutch, b. 1980 dba Edwin Oudshoorn, est. 2005), <br /><i>Spellbound Gown</i> with Detached Sleeves and Pin , 2020, </span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Ciwt is green girl so her eye went to - or was<i> Spellbound </i>by<i> - </i>the rich warm green one. It is timelessly lavish but, even so, Ciwt was surprised to learn it was created by the youngest designer in the show, Edwin Oudshoorn, a Dutchman. <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">* F<i>ashioning San Francisco: A Century of Style</i>, deYoung Museum, January 20 - August 11, 2024</span><p></p><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Also see CIWT Days 13/10 through 13/14</span></div>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-73480955826576048192024-02-21T17:38:00.000-08:002024-02-22T17:39:10.693-08:00The Turn Key Life --- Days 13/46 & 47<p><i>Walks: Not far, wind and rain</i></p><p><i>Distances: 2.2 miles</i></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://media0.giphy.com/media/12jk7eTZIyaifxKofc/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e47uld1v5skhd2a0nkkfm30pdf0jr2zf9ric2rmyyla&ep=v1_gifs_related&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="540" height="320" src="https://media0.giphy.com/media/12jk7eTZIyaifxKofc/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e47uld1v5skhd2a0nkkfm30pdf0jr2zf9ric2rmyyla&ep=v1_gifs_related&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>So Ciwt is slowlywarming up the advantages of a 'turn key' life. Still kind of a creepy phrase.</p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-14637707733539709742024-02-19T18:29:00.000-08:002024-02-19T18:30:27.448-08:00What We Learn at Work.... --- Day 13/45<p><i>Walk: No, Presidents Day Storm so 'storming' through home stuff instead</i></p><p><i>Distance: n/a. Mostly up and down from trash room and fingers exercised on computer</i></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLXaEPz1Rr0cTVra5QwUN4dh1G-fddKl6R7q8Wnqvd7jNXD2Y8xGdsqAsayEE-laDDNIkub86R0fIVZLBx98MwpT8EyFWhvJ7CF0awDJMYMvnqK18cvkXDe38nQu7xu8fVNbZ6v7J1yNbeybHVTtm7dvB49T5yeJDaGxp6qy0TjO2Z1AQLk7vvvW5RIPY/s4032/IMG_2478.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLXaEPz1Rr0cTVra5QwUN4dh1G-fddKl6R7q8Wnqvd7jNXD2Y8xGdsqAsayEE-laDDNIkub86R0fIVZLBx98MwpT8EyFWhvJ7CF0awDJMYMvnqK18cvkXDe38nQu7xu8fVNbZ6v7J1yNbeybHVTtm7dvB49T5yeJDaGxp6qy0TjO2Z1AQLk7vvvW5RIPY/s320/IMG_2478.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>So of all the jobs in Ciwt's checkered work life, one of the most useful turns out to be the part time one at a housewares boutique. Tuesdays were recycling day, so she spent much of Monday out on the sidewalk in front of the store deconstructing boxes (and trying not to injure herself) with her retractable blade utensil. </p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-12882714095199484342024-02-18T16:30:00.000-08:002024-02-18T16:30:37.377-08:00Winter Moments --- Days 13/42 to 44<p><i>Walks: SFMOMA, Inside for Storm, Hood</i></p><p><i>Distances: 7 miles, day of rest, 4.5 miles</i></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/78/Claude_Monet_-_The_Magpie_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg/1280px-Claude_Monet_-_The_Magpie_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="542" data-original-width="800" height="271" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/78/Claude_Monet_-_The_Magpie_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg/1280px-Claude_Monet_-_The_Magpie_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Claude Monet, The Magpie, 1868, oil on canvas</td></tr></tbody></table></blockquote><p>So Ciwt is partial to Monet's art before he became MONET, the Father of Impressionism. Early Monet as they say. When he was struggling singlemindedly to - literally - invent ways of painting what he saw before him and loved. Struggling to develop his art while struggling to survive and support his girlfriend (not yet his wife) and baby son. His father refused to support his work or family - probably to pressure him to become a businessman - and patrons were exceeding few.</p><p>One of these patrons helped arrange a house in Etretat where Monet could shelter his family and paint in relative comfort. From the year he moved in Northern France was blanketed by snow in an ongoing series of winter storms. The invention of the collapsible metal paint tube and portable easel had brought opportunities to move out of the studio into plain air, and Monet had been one of the first to embrace this freedom. So in those impossibly severe winters, Monet invented methods to (barely) stay alive outdoors - and to truly capture - for the first time - snow.</p><p>Not just any flat, cold white-with-grey shadows snow but violet, blue, pink, yellow snow often applied with short choppy brush strokes. Snow that captured the vibrating quality of light. And winter scenes that capture some deep truths of that season: the solitude, the quiet delicacy, the fleeing, changeable moments. The<i> sense</i> of snow.</p><p>And in one of those early years, he produced a simple, quiet painting that almost brings tears to Ciwt's every time she sees it. <i>The Magpie</i>. Ciwt is not alone; <i>The Magpie</i> is one of the most popular paintings in the Musee d'Orsay's collection.</p><p>PS - It was rejected by the Paris Salon of 1869. Jurors dismissed it for reasons such as 'too common, too coarse,' too experimental with colors and too radically different from the accepted academic style. No wonder a few years later, that young group of Impressionists finally rebelled!</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/9c/Monet%2C_A_Cart_on_the_Snowy_Road_at_Honfleur_(1865_or_1867).jpg/1280px-Monet%2C_A_Cart_on_the_Snowy_Road_at_Honfleur_(1865_or_1867).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" data-original-height="551" data-original-width="800" height="276" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/9c/Monet%2C_A_Cart_on_the_Snowy_Road_at_Honfleur_(1865_or_1867).jpg/1280px-Monet%2C_A_Cart_on_the_Snowy_Road_at_Honfleur_(1865_or_1867).jpg" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Claude Monet, <i>A Cart on the Snowy Road to Honfleur</i>, 1865 or 1867, </span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />The painting above was Monet's first snowscape during those winters. And below was his largest.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7a/Monet_Snow_at_Argenteuil_1875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="633" data-original-width="800" height="317" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7a/Monet_Snow_at_Argenteuil_1875.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Claude Monet, <i>Snow at Argenteuil</i>, 1865, oil on canvas</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-60422122864803672582024-02-15T17:34:00.000-08:002024-02-18T14:29:01.106-08:00Riding the Rails SF Style --- Days 40 & 41<p><i>Walks: 1. Hood 2. Rockridge, Oakland</i></p><p><i>Distances: 4 miles average</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRAB0bn4n4v9d-kvpRUIpsrI0jRE9a-O_u9XEe36Tr1Ou3rRwnM7mhTOWSMyxhDdDq1BuU0cM0CyFQHGTHs0hpiy1yT-YuW0NsxEVdC-4H4nBTPJ4tPuNf0P7pHQAkMyPlkEAzYDulGSVrj_5663CzpUm7XyNJ_L4TGdUnFF7-Mr3Je3v51XU_C9sWGv0/s4032/IMG_2490.HEIC" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRAB0bn4n4v9d-kvpRUIpsrI0jRE9a-O_u9XEe36Tr1Ou3rRwnM7mhTOWSMyxhDdDq1BuU0cM0CyFQHGTHs0hpiy1yT-YuW0NsxEVdC-4H4nBTPJ4tPuNf0P7pHQAkMyPlkEAzYDulGSVrj_5663CzpUm7XyNJ_L4TGdUnFF7-Mr3Je3v51XU_C9sWGv0/s320/IMG_2490.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIzpuEg9c-DEX6Y0eZFg9iR7vyLYTUdWHjh-DgMaGBHnIREZ_YnUtG5KTGSANaSYjpw8K9GpToEcrQFEFxao0ncFCWhDzAUl2B9MLeyj0wN-W5uFOsRo8lP0Yc05vfZ9jG_0cjJFBbvCZ8goeYjUTbotHzc_UnlJBHjJnvrmTxV_r18oGelzxNVo-adlQ/s4032/IMG_2487.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIzpuEg9c-DEX6Y0eZFg9iR7vyLYTUdWHjh-DgMaGBHnIREZ_YnUtG5KTGSANaSYjpw8K9GpToEcrQFEFxao0ncFCWhDzAUl2B9MLeyj0wN-W5uFOsRo8lP0Yc05vfZ9jG_0cjJFBbvCZ8goeYjUTbotHzc_UnlJBHjJnvrmTxV_r18oGelzxNVo-adlQ/s320/IMG_2487.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>So here are a couple of Ciwt's co-riders on BART today. They had a boom box with music to accompany their break dancing. Ciwt was all eyes and clapping. But she's only taken BART a couple of times. The rest of riders never looked up from their cell phones or whatever they were doing so they must be regulars and used to the things that happen as they ride.</p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-54707424428586739452024-02-13T16:00:00.000-08:002024-02-13T16:00:30.147-08:00Home? --- Days 13/33 to 39<p><i>Walks: Hood mostly</i></p><p><i>Distances: Average 3 miles (loping)</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://media3.giphy.com/media/vIYVVbIJ6tqY7Zeuoo/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e47ardjdj6f6v5ffxhn03prfml547oknpz9w5jqnm87&ep=v1_gifs_related&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="480" height="270" src="https://media3.giphy.com/media/vIYVVbIJ6tqY7Zeuoo/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e47ardjdj6f6v5ffxhn03prfml547oknpz9w5jqnm87&ep=v1_gifs_related&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://media1.giphy.com/media/3o7P4BgEltETq9FJza/200.webp?cid=790b7611tsb21ezh0ogyj2w2xt4n0yj374b99sv8ariyncgk&ep=v1_gifs_search&rid=200.webp&ct=g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="356" height="200" src="https://media1.giphy.com/media/3o7P4BgEltETq9FJza/200.webp?cid=790b7611tsb21ezh0ogyj2w2xt4n0yj374b99sv8ariyncgk&ep=v1_gifs_search&rid=200.webp&ct=g" width="356" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://media1.giphy.com/media/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExNXNoNW9odTBweHprMXgwMXJ0M25jMTlsZ2c1N2VodjFoZm1kYTNoYSZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw/7D1uVWH1ZgStm7dhh5/giphy.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="480" height="270" src="https://media1.giphy.com/media/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExNXNoNW9odTBweHprMXgwMXJ0M25jMTlsZ2c1N2VodjFoZm1kYTNoYSZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw/7D1uVWH1ZgStm7dhh5/giphy.gif" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://media4.giphy.com/media/9AcxrE4QcWM2oVwRUA/giphy.webp?cid=ecf05e478cxr9lgcrivc8d675a5d3sukk24cdvpmoo2fibda&ep=v1_gifs_search&rid=giphy.webp&ct=g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://media4.giphy.com/media/9AcxrE4QcWM2oVwRUA/giphy.webp?cid=ecf05e478cxr9lgcrivc8d675a5d3sukk24cdvpmoo2fibda&ep=v1_gifs_search&rid=giphy.webp&ct=g" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>So, where has Ciwt been for 6! days? Good question. Researching on line for things to make her new home look more like her. That consists of doing the searches mostly on line, then if she finds something, saving the information, printing out a picture, walking around her place with it, and maybe pressing the "Buy' button and hoping. It is intense and amazingly exhausting and consuming for something you do just sitting around.</p><p>It is almost two years since her decision to move into a 'age appropriate' place with a garage and without 73 steps up and down to it. And she was very fortunate to find a very nice condominium in her 41 year zip code. So she has been able to keep all her old shopping and walking patterns. And the view is bigger but essentially the same as her old one.</p><p>She's in the 'final touches' stage of decorating as well as having gotten totally rid of furniture she no longer has use for. (A huge project: disposing of old furniture and furnishings). So when she looks around her new place she's feeling some pride in jobs well done - appropriately relocating and furnishing, as well as becoming a good 'new community' member/neighbor. </p><p>But when will it feel like home? It looks nice but it doesn't feel like home - not deeply. Maybe places don't for many of us of a certain age. Or don't in the same nesty way we are used to. It's confusing.</p>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779692475474789561.post-15289707695520345442024-02-07T14:49:00.000-08:002024-02-07T14:49:15.370-08:00 Come on!? --- Day 13/32<p><i>Walk: Not yet; cold and light rain</i></p><p><i>Distance: tbd</i></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://cdn.theatlantic.com/thumbor/lwvkgnuw0K_MPjGIizNiCK05w6g=/1500x1000/media/img/photo/2024/02/peoples-choice-wildlife-photographe/a04_Finkelstein/original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="267" src="https://cdn.theatlantic.com/thumbor/lwvkgnuw0K_MPjGIizNiCK05w6g=/1500x1000/media/img/photo/2024/02/peoples-choice-wildlife-photographe/a04_Finkelstein/original.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">© Tzahi Finkelstein / Wildlife Photographer of the Year<br /><br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table>How do photographers capture these instantaneous, once in a life time moments? In this award winning photo a Balkan pond turtle shares a moment with a northern banded groundling dragonfly in Israel's Jezreel Valley.<br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody></tbody></table>Ciwthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15725393529853955517noreply@blogger.com0