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Market operating under new protocols under the Stay Home, Stay Healthy Order. Photo by Niki Seligman
Market operating under new protocols under the Stay Home, Stay Healthy Order. Photo by Niki Seligman
Stayed home today for round 8,000 of the internet repair attempt (and it was also unsuccessful.) Kept busy while waiting by getting some stuff done around the house. Soon as Mr. Verizon left, I headed over to buy some spackle to hide the mistakes I made when hanging up a towel rack.
This wonderful old van was in the Home Depot parking lot. Looked it up - this thing is about as old as I am. It appears to be holding up better!
Some establishments have adapted to the Stay Home, Stay Healthy Order and social distancing rules by adding signage and requiring 6 feet of space between people in line.
Photo Credit: Niki Seligman
This picture, taken on a typically busy thoroughfare in Media during the early days of the pandemic, illustrates how our town united against the virus by staying calm, staying home, and staying safe.
I stayed home today. I didn’t stay outside very long because it got up to 96* F.
Jim had a dental appointment to get a temporary crown. He came back home & ate some soup. Today was his next to last day; so, he went to his office to finish some clean up of his office.
My COVID19 isolation series commenced on the 3rd April 2020. I am now in lockdown in Sydney Australia due to the
virus. Australia, like most of the countries in the world, is trying to slow the virus down in order to prevent it from
overwhelming the hospitals. At this point a couple of weeks in, with some cities recording 2000 deaths per day we are
all fearful of contracting the virus and are self-isolating in the hope of avoiding encountering it.
While in isolation, I’ve had time to think about how the current events make me feel. The fear, the warnings, the eerie
empty streets and the distrust of the people near you. I wanted to capture the social distancing measures and
considered how to portray them in a single graphic using ‘Key’ words from the media.
I was influenced by ‘graffiti style’ art when I recently flew to Miami USA in December 2019 to exhibit in Miami Art
week Art Basel. It was fantastic to participate in the giant Art Show. One of my favourite pastimes was walking the
streets in my lunch break… I just fell in love with the fantastic street art. I’d walk around photographing and studying
the vibrant works. I remember thinking I'd love to try my hand one day when I get time…Isolation has afforded me a
great opportunity to try something new.
I feel that artwork from COVID 19 era will be very important in the future by motivating people to ask ‘what
happened’? We will explain that virtually within a week the whole world shut down, governments made new punitive
laws for people to isolate, disinfect, wear masks and stay home.
Market operating under new protocols under the Stay Home, Stay Healthy Order. Photo by Niki Seligman
This is a whimsical found object assemblage inspired somewhat by some surgery my Dad had last week.
My dad had the toe next to his big toe on one of his feet removed. It had been broken several times and arthritis was making it so it would bend under the other toes and was affecting his feet in various ways. So, they amputated it. If you are at all familiar with the nursery rhyme where you wiggle the toes of a baby or child it was the toe that would have been "the little piggy that stayed home".
As in...
This little piggy went to market...
This little piggy stayed home...
This little piggy had roast beef...
This little piggy had none...
And This little piggy went wee-wee-wee, all the way home.
My dad offered to give me his toe to use for one of my assemblages, but I declined that gruesome offer.. *L*
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Darek stayed home with his cold and I went to Buster's 4th Birthday Party. You can tell that Buster is Bill & Jerry's only child. And talk about spoiled! The food was delicious, the people were friendly (I met Rabbi Sally!), and the birthday cake (carrot) was moist and decadent tasting.
T-sthirt Dress - Big W
Cropped Top - KMart
Opaque Tights - Department Store
Leather Booties - Market stall
Basically stayed home whole day since I woke up at 3 p.m from a long and fun night. Got lazy so I just watched tv and just started lifting weights when I got more bored. Cooked for about a good 2 hours. cleaned and rearranged my room.
Green Meadows Lane, West Columbia, TX
04.26.2020
Note: Looking outside through the front door of my new house. Because I am at high risk for COVID-19, I stay at home a lot. I have made trips to the small post office on the HOA grounds, gone to the drive-thru window of the pharmacy to pick up prescriptions, and bought lunch at curbside 421 Coffeehouse in West Columbia. Yesterday, I went to my favorite park, First Capitol Park, to photograph nature and participate in iNaturalist's City Nature Challenge 2020. In all of my activities, I take precautions to avoid this pandemic virus. Somehow, this window brings me hope as I look outside day and night.
I think one of the things that drew me to this house in December, 2019, was the front door with its beautiful etched glass and star in the middle. I've lived in Texas now for almost 53 years, most of my life. Unlike my children and grandchildren, I'm not a native Texan. But I feel like one! Anyone who lives in Texas knows that the lone star is a symbol of our great state. I post my photos to a photostream on Flickr. I'm a participant in its Flickr Friday group. This week's theme is "stay home". With the thought in mind that I would post a photo of my door looking outside through the window, I began taking these photos. 04.26.2020
Hot Toys Black Widow from Avengers Age of Ultron.
The Black Widow adventure continues... "Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow seems to be enjoying her time in this strange land. Every enemy that she has encountered wishes they had stayed home, for Romanoff has been merciless."
They are the "Greatest Generation."
Threadbare and creative with recycling, they survived the Great Depression. The men, without reservation, signed up for probable death fighting imperialism in the Pacific and fascism and utter horror in Europe.
The women, unable to fight in the military, stayed home and kept the country's factories and infrastructure running. As a sign of respect, men wore hats and removed them upon entering a building, also as a sign of respect.
After the war, women outside the workforce kept the houses clean, raised the children, and had dinner waiting when their husbands came home from work.
Before buying a piece of clothing, stitches underwent the scrutiny of the consumer, and fabric ran between judgmental fingers. People expected to buy furniture only once, ever, and furniture was treated with delicacy; often covered with plastic to protect the fabric from stains.
Members of this generation referred to each other respectfully, using the nearly antiquated terms "Missus, Mister, and Miss," until it was agreed that to do so would negate the intimacy of friendships that were built to last as long as the furniture. Neighbors could be relied upon to wave a friendly greeting and lend the occasional cup of sugar.
This is the generation that bears witness to the 20th century in its entirety. Members don't have to use the Wikipedia to know who Joe McCarthy was and what he was about. The Greatest Generation lived passionately, paving the way for Civil Rights to take hold, for women and other minorities to start to knock down the walls of prejudice and inequality.
I am proud that my grandmother is a member of that Generation. She remembers everything. She can solve a New York Times Sunday crossword puzzle in 10 minutes flat. After I'd been practicing the game of cribbage for a year, I challenged her to a game. She skunked me no less than three times in one game.
And don't you dare call her "Kaye." It's "Mrs. Clarke" to you, buster.
She is a formidable woman, a product of the years she lived and survived as the daughter of settlers on Vashon Island, later living in both Anchorage and Seattle.
Few non-Japanese people were certified to teach the intricate and difficult method of Japanese embroidery called Bunka. As long as I can remember, her fingers were nimble and sure, working quickly to fill an 18x36 canvas with embroidered images of fish, roses, birds, and replications of classic and historic paintings and landscapes.
She tried to teach me Bunka, but I didn't have the patience. As a member of Generation X, my mind wanders, even when my hands are not idle, devil's playthings. I couldn't stare at the needle and thread as my fingers worked to poke it through canvas, trapping the thread below with a firm scratch, for hours at a time.
My grandmother could embroider all day and into the night, and she taught many Japanese immigrants her art, which originated in their country of origin. She is still corresponding with the majority of those women, and is fond of reminiscing about the days her basement classroom was full of the delightful Japanese women who attended class toward the sole end of maintaining their heritage and traditions.
Every time she and I enter a restaurant where she's been before, there's a staff member who remembers her kindness and faithful correspondence with them and their families.
Everybody loves her. She smiles without reason, and laughs easily with a palpable generosity of spirit and friendship.
Until she re-married at the age of 81, Gram worked for at least three companies as a bookkeeper. She loathes inactivity, and it drives her crazy to have the television on during the day, unless there's a baseball game to watch.
A couple of years ago, Gram was diagnosed with congenital heart failure. She's been able to lessen her decline with medication and concentrated oxygen intake. Occasionally, she requires hospitalization, usually for one night or so.
Yesterday, she was admitted into Valley Medical Center through the Emergency Room. She had fluid on her heart, and could barely breathe. Death drew nearer to her than it had ever dared. She waited six hours to be seen.
Upon examining her, the ER doctor said, "If she was 50 years old, I'd run all sorts of tests, but in her state, there isn't a lot I can do."
He admitted her, thus transferring responsibility of her care to another physician. He all but said, "Let's just put her in a room and let her die."
Overnight, with medication, Gram clawed her way back to life. Her nurse confirmed that she was in decent shape, and would probably be discharged. A family member was with her all day until about 6 in the evening.
No doctor had examined or even seen Gram since the ER last night; nearly 24 hours would pass before one would. In the HOSPITAL, where there is a high concentration of physicians, not a single doctor even poked a head in her doorway to say hello. It was like going to the zoo without encountering a single animal. Only worse. Because the admission price wasn't just $15. It was almost a well-lived human life.
Around 7 in the evening, a doctor finally arrived and told Gram she'd have to stay a couple more days because of fluid congestion around her heart.
Gram lived through the night by sheer dumb luck.
Valley Medical Center's physicians appear to have forgotten that people Gram's age ARE the Greatest Generation. They have lived so long and given so much of themselves, enabling today's doctors and lawyers and general public to enjoy the freedom and pride we each enjoy. Every single person they encounter owes them respect.
Once a person passes 80 years old, they deserve the same, if not better, level of care and attention from medical professionals as their children and grandchildren.
When I hear of someone who, through neglect and apathy, inflicts harm and discomfort onto my grandmother, I can't describe the casserole of rage, fear, sadness, and hopelessness that bakes deep in my chest.
Nobody's loved ones should have to endure pain and near death due to the ignorance, arrogance, and total lack of humanity shown by the physicians and staff at Valley Medical Center in Renton, Washington.
If you need to take your Greatest Generation loved one to the hospital, and you don't want them to suffer and/or die, STAY AWAY FROM VALLEY MEDICAL CENTER in Renton, Washington.
Stayed home from work today to recuperate from 16 hour drive from hell yesterday, I managed to sneak a few pictures earlier this morning. I ordered a new lighting system that should be here in like two weeks that will allow me to continue pursuing photography at night (as most of the time I am too busy during the day).
"Staying Home", 2015
Southern Ice
Growing old in Australia and living in one's own home is a goal shared by many. Elderly people struggle to stay in the community where they feel they belong. This struggle goes unseen and unacknowledged.
My work reflects these lives. Years have passed, many friends have moved on, but this is the place you belong
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Today Conrail ran FC-80, originally CSX K631, down to Tuckahoe to had off tanks for storage to the CMSL. FC-80 is seen here crossing over the water way separating Corbin City and Tuckahoe.
(4/5/20)
So I stayed home today because I wasn't feeling too well. I was looking online and found a tutorial for this editing style and I thought it'd be pretty cool to try it. It reminds me of some of the style from an artist like Andy Warhol. TRIPY!!!
I definitely need to practice on different editing techniques like these and I think this was a good start.
Thanks Mom for pressing the shutter :D
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Camera Info:
Canon T2i
50mm 1.2L
430 EX II shot from a reflective umbrella camera right
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Editing:
Too complicated/long/frustrating/confusing to explain.
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