Day Tripping

The Bedlam family went traveling yesterday.  We hit the ATL; Hotlanta.  Well, we sort of went to Atlanta.  We actually landed in Decatur. It’s a small suburb south of the great city.  It is a city reborn, full of great little boutiques and wonderful eateries.  Our daughter Nené attended their premier women’s college, Agnes Scott for a year.  It’s the county seat of where we lived a while when I adopted Yoda as his legal second parent. It’s a beautiful little city to visit.



We had two missions, the first was an appointment Bashert made to see one of the downtown shop owners.  Bashert is an artist, too and a good bit more enterprising than I.  Since college, she has actually made money.






The shop, Wild Oats & Billy Goats, is a funky little place chock full of fabulous folk-art.  We were both in seventh heaven to be immersed in good art again.  A refreshing breath of air.  I believe we would have stayed much longer if we didn’t have Bashert’s second mission to accomplish.  We usually stick around and take all the photo ops we can, but time was pressing, this was a day trip and the weather reports for later were rather ominous for driving.

After a quick lunch at a local pita establishment, we were off to find Dick Blick’s Art Supply.


Here is where it gets a little tricky.  You see, I had a couple of very long days/nights this past week.  My archaeology professor guilted me into digging the site for several hours this week on top of having to be at work until 5:30 – 6:00am (yes – AM) and attending classes.  Exhausted doesn’t cover it.  I was asleep when Bashert printed out the routes and all the way up to Decatur.  I didn’t check  the maps.

Turned out that what Bashert thought was just Roswell road, was actually Roswell, the city, just north of Atlanta.



Unless we have an absolute, written in stone map, traveling with Bashert can be a bit dicey.  She can locate her childhood home with the barest of landmarks, but give her a map?  So when we discovered that the route involved a toll highway, we were put a little on edge.

The day was saved by my new(ish) toy, the iPhone.  We were able to pull up a decent enough map (I refuse to activate the GPS) to guide us around the toll and to the right destination.

Much to our delight, by not taking the highway, we also got to experience downtown Roswell, a place neither of us had been, despite the fact we are both from Georgia; Bashert being born in Atlanta!

Roswell is a historic city, built on the labors of slaves and mill workers.  This month the town hosts the largest Black History celebration in Georgia.  If we had known our travels were going to take us through there, we would have made arrangements for time to stop.

After the shopping excursion in Dick Blick’s (another slice of heaven for us, even though we were just there for supplies for Yoda’s school), we headed back to visit with Nené for a minute or two.  She was at work so it wasn’t a long visit, but Yoda was overjoyed to see his big sister even for a short time.








The torrents of rain held off until we got home – not that I would know, I was fast asleep again once the car got moving. Bashert must have known how tired I was because normally I’m not allowed to doze in the car.  I’m navigator and wingman to keep the driver alert.  Bless her little heart.

All in all it a good day trip.

Art Snob

I am an art snob.

So what am I snobbish about?  Signatures.  Yep, signing of one’s name in a large and can’t helped to be noticed spot in an otherwise perfectly fine piece of work.

Being part of the Post a Week Photo Challenge has been fun.  I’ve seen some amazing photographic images and had the opportunity to exchange comments with people from all over the world.  The interpretations of the conceptual themes being thrown to us have been inventive, creative and exciting.  There is but one thing that grinds on me though.  Those dang signatures.

Signatures that distract from the beauty and design of the images.  There have been many photos I would loved to have “liked” or commented on, but held back because the creator had splattered their signature or logo so conspicuously that the whole of the work was compromised.

A photograph is a delicate thing even when it shows harsh subjects.  It’s a balancing act of light and emotion. There’s nothing like trying to sink into an image that portrays comfort and having your eye jarred by a contradiction of an inelegant copy write symbol.

I understand the want to make sure that intellectual property is protected.  There are thieves in every walk of life and with all the photoshop programs out there it really doesn’t matter.  They will take what they want.  It doesn’t matter that Olin Mills is stamped in every corner.

A wise professor and accomplished painter once told her students that we, as artists, have a decision to make. Do you want it to be about your art or your name?

Join me.  Become an art snob.  Let your work speak for itself.  It says volumes.