Silva Lining
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Sketching, drawing & painting. Writing. Gardening - Fruit & Veg as well as flowers 😉 and the latest is making music with my Korg Kaossilator
I am a poet. I have one book out already, one book out this month, and one book coming out in September. Poetry is my day job. Photography is my hobby. 🙂
There are also great moments of kindness that happened that changed my life that came from mostly strangers. This forum and the generousity it provides a great example of that understanding: it promotes kindness.
me too! - but had to stop trying to smoke meat!....used too many matches keeping my pipe going 😀Perfecting the art of sloth.😀
Actually, I do enjoy outdoor cooking/smoking meat, baking bread, shooting guns, collecting stuff, camping/traveling, gardening, birdwatching, reading and music.
I used to play guitar. Now I play the stereo.
I like wine. To drink.
The more I think about it--I really do like perfecting the art of sloth.
A blurb from David Young! Are you an Oberliner?
No, my manuscript was a finalist in Field's manuscript contest before winning the XJ Kennedy prize at another press. So David Young, the editor of Field, was very kind to write a blurb for the book having read it in his press' contest.
My grandfather, Harold Fildey, was a professor in Oberlin's divinity school before it moved to Vanderbilt. And when he moved, he sold his house to a professor at Oberlin, who turned out to be David Young. I didn't find out about it until a couple years ago. Quite a loop of time.
My mother, of Swedish and Norwegian origin, taught me the deep joys of baking bread from self-mixed ingredients when I was a teenager, and more than 30 years later I and my mate, totally of Italian origin, make bread weekly in our $4,000 Thermador oven, and that creative experience mirrors my continuing film shooting and developing as well as print-making processes wonderfully! The smell of bread baking, though certainly not by any means similar to the odors of darkroom processing trays' chemicals, is heavenly and the latter-mentioned odors, first experienced in my father's darkroom in the 1950s when I was a child, still enchant me and pull me into my darkroom upon experiencing the slightest whiff of them from previous darkroom printing experiences. My father never learned how to cook and bake, partially because he was chauvanistic and partially misogynistic, so he never contributed to the influence my mother gave, but by introducing the wonders of photography to me I have to humbly state that I am thankful to him for that specifically. Since we got together almost 31 years ago, my mate has shared his mother's exquisite Italian recipes with me and we relish sharing kitchen experiences together, both atop the burners and within the oven. I must admit that there have been many instances wherein I am in my darkroom, rejoicing while creating a gorgeous print, while my mate is in the kitchen creating one of our wonderful recipes from either the U.S., France, or Italy, and he knocks on the darkroom door and states "dinner is ready!", and I effortlessly instantly move from the processing trays to the exquisite smell of a wonderfully prepared series of recipes--including homemade bread--at our dining room table, and the darkroom experience, therefore, results in being a joyful prelude to outstanding gastronomy!