Leaf on sidewalk

As we’re heading into Autumn here; I’ve been walking around with my camera taking pictures of the leaves. I’ve added a few new images to the gallery of the leaves. To the left, you can see one of my favorites. I walked over to my Mom’s place1 and saw this leaf on the sidewalk. I crouched down, set my camera on the sidewalk and snapped it. I’m vain enough to say that it’s vaguely arty and I like it. 😀

Oh and if you’re curious about this photo. I’ve had it for a while and I’ve been meaning to add it to the gallery but kept forgetting.

1Hi, Mom!

Death of Superman

CNN is reporting that actor, Christoper Reeve, died Sunday afternoon. His family has requested that any donations be made to the Christopher Reeve Paralysis Foundation.

Like many people of my generation, Christopher Reeve was Superman. No other actor could ever play the character for us because they weren’t him. He was iconic. He was the massive hero that many of us dreamed of becoming someday. Then when many of us grew up and learned we really were born on Earth and would never develop superpowers; we got somewhat bitter and turned away from our hero. That began to change in 1995 when Christopher Reeve was paralyzed after an equestrian accident.

Christopher Reeve became not the man beneath the cape, not even Clark Kent but rather a regular guy with bigger problems than I hope to ever have to face. And in the face of those problems, Christopher Reeve became a hero again definitively stating that he would walk again, working constantly to try and achieve his goal all the while working to inspire others with to help out those people with similar problems to his.

Mr. Reeve, you will be missed.

I installed WP 1.2.1 tonight and am in the process of restoring some of the hacks/plugins that I use for CoffeeBear.net. If you notice any oddities or problems; please let me know.

Also, I’m sending a trackback on this entry to Craig Hartel‘s site to try double-checking on whether or not trackbacks are broken in WP 1.2.1.

Thanks to my readers. Apologies to Craig for picking on his blog.

Been feeling a bit burned out lately, too many weeks of running around doing stuff and not enough down time, I suspect (hence the lack of posts and lack of Ant-Boy).

Anyway, while taking a break I ran across this article over at CSM. I’ve felt that frustration as well when I was younger. Back in a high school painting class I took; I was working on painting a lighthouse on an icy shore. The teacher came over and said my waves were wrong, took the brush from my hand and painted the waves the way she thought they should be. After all these years1, I still feel somewhat annoyed/bitter that she did that. Ah well, not much I can do about it.

Our assignment was to paint watercolor landscapes. I painted trees with round tops, modeled after the pruned trees I saw as I walked to school each morning. I liked my painting; my teacher did not. She said my trees looked like lollipop trees; that they didn’t look like real trees, although they looked like the trees I knew.

Mrs. E picked up a paintbrush and painted over my trees to make them look the way she thought trees should look.

For the rest of my school years, I never voluntarily took an art class.

Anyway to Mrs. Kennar I say, though I’m not a teacher and I did continue taking art classes2 in high school and into college; I’ll never paint over your lollipop trees.

1 While I’ve been told that I look much older than my actual age (28); I’ve been through enough other experiences that thinking high school feels like I’m trudging through ancient history.
2 Though perhaps not surprisingly, I haven’t done any painting since I took that class.