Reflections

I Heart Eddie Izzard


I went to see Eddie Izzard last night and had a momentary realization of what it feels like to be a groupie. Watching him strut around the stage, listening to him talk with that sexy accent (yes, I’m a sucker for a British accent, okay, for most accents), I had an overwhelming desire to meet him backstage. Not so much for where your mind may be going, but to hijack him off to the nearest bar and sit up talking the rest of the night.

He’s that kind of guy – at least from what he shows on stage – the kind of charismatic guy you could see yourself sitting up with at 3am discussing how the Tuolumne salmon’s high risk for extinction may ultimately impact man’s ability to discover new planets in other solar systems.

It’s strange to look around a crowded concert hall and realize that all these people are gathered to see one man. To hear one man postulate and poke fun. To laugh until their cheek bones hurt from over-smiling and their ears ache from straining to hear every word through the riotous applause.

It’s inspiring and humbling, poignant and frivolous, compelling and trivial. It’s bloody brilliant.

Reflection


A quick picture that went wrong and then a little right. Not perfect, but that’s life.

I recently painted one of my bathrooms a deep, bold blue. Daring Indigo. (don’t you love the names of paint colors?) It’s a half-bath and I was a little worried about using it in a such a small space, but it looks good against the porcelain, the new faucet, and the mirror.

I snapped a picture to show the mirror and sink against the deep blue, but I was in a hurry and ended up with a lot of glare and weird reflections. I was going to trash it and try again, but I kind of liked the result. Sort of trippy, pinkish hues and blown out glare.

Cropping and playing around with the saturation brought some interesting results… I like the feel of losing color on the reflection, while over saturating the rest. It somehow seemed fitting. The world being busy, bright, and harsh. A little crooked and unsettling. While self-reflection is dim and quiet, stark in comparison. But maybe that’s just me.

While it wasn’t the original intent, I kind of like it. I’m tempted to try again and plan for this outcome, but a staged shot with this intent may just frustrate me. So, I’ll let it stand as is.