In Celebration Of Winged Things
Today was supposed to be me posting a low-key, minimalist, quintessential November playlist for you. But since the music's all so very low key, apparently "being in a particular sequence" is that much more meaningless. I shall let it stew another few days, and then it will be December and irrelevant. A solution, of sorts.
With mildly monotonous atmospheric music lurking in the background, I've been struggling to clean up my email inbox. Which I think I can say is not like other people's inboxes. It is a magpie nest of shiny things people have sent me-lovely words, turns of phrases, old links, pictures of atmospheric phenomena, and other oddments collected over the years. My inbox does not "zero." Ever. It would be shaming if it did. I'd have to turn in my honorary corvid membership card.
However, I do realize how much that eats away at Klaus' memory capacity, poor Klaus. So I have been trying to streamline it and transfer the shiniest bits over to the magpie nest that is Tumblr. (In my view, that is Tumblr's raison d'être. Nothing more, nothing less.) It was during this that I re-discovered Kate MccGuire's extraordinary feathered creations from an old GReader share from
bzedan.
Such a marvelous progression from what Kate MccGuire was doing a few years ago. Possibly the best thing about rediscovering shiny links that have sat buried for a while, you can see that evolution happen. Her 2011 work is just . . . all textural and delicate and visceral. I am enchanted. Go see at once.
. . .
Which reminds me, I have that book on feathers that has been lying patiently next to my bed for the last four months.
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With mildly monotonous atmospheric music lurking in the background, I've been struggling to clean up my email inbox. Which I think I can say is not like other people's inboxes. It is a magpie nest of shiny things people have sent me-lovely words, turns of phrases, old links, pictures of atmospheric phenomena, and other oddments collected over the years. My inbox does not "zero." Ever. It would be shaming if it did. I'd have to turn in my honorary corvid membership card.
However, I do realize how much that eats away at Klaus' memory capacity, poor Klaus. So I have been trying to streamline it and transfer the shiniest bits over to the magpie nest that is Tumblr. (In my view, that is Tumblr's raison d'être. Nothing more, nothing less.) It was during this that I re-discovered Kate MccGuire's extraordinary feathered creations from an old GReader share from
bzedan.
Such a marvelous progression from what Kate MccGuire was doing a few years ago. Possibly the best thing about rediscovering shiny links that have sat buried for a while, you can see that evolution happen. Her 2011 work is just . . . all textural and delicate and visceral. I am enchanted. Go see at once.
. . .
Which reminds me, I have that book on feathers that has been lying patiently next to my bed for the last four months.
This entry was originally posted at http://chronographia.dreamwidth.org/82796.html and has
comments. Please comment there using OpenID.