In this episode, I mention my Instagram account as a possible source of random things to scroll.
Here’s a link to it https://www.instagram.com/art.wells/
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artwells finds things ep 3
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artwells finds things ep 2
Life got in the way of putting out the second episode in two weeks.
Trash and Bibliomancy are the main topics of this episode. Have a listen.
I’ve started a podcast for some of the things I’ve discussed here, and elsewhere.
The second episode is already in production.
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The Empress
With my current hand below
Bonus! On the same walk, thinking about what I should focus on for the rest of my leave, I found a page of book for a bit of street bibliomancy. The first passage I saw was
Vronsky stood still and asked directly: “How so? Do you mean he made your belle-sœur an offer yesterday?“
from Anna Karenina.
A lot to think about.
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Red Knot
Thinking about the new year and what binds me and what I am bound to
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Rain Coming
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Gutter cloud
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No longer grate
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Two faces burnt
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I suppose that’s a ‘do that’
For a long while I was posting gutter study, the meaningful trash I find, to Instagram, but my hate for the interface was the last straw on a very weak back.
So I thought I’d use this old space.
I was thinking how to get that back in my life. I installed the WordPress app on my phone, hooked it up to my old blog, pulled out a recent photo, and did a test post. I was thinking about how I might integrate it into Instagram and Twitter and whatever while I was walking. Time was when I fed my family on building social media integrations so I bet I could something useful.
I saw this on the sidewalk and I don’t expect anyone to believe me. One of the foundations of my gutter study is photography of cast-off gloves. I’ll do a post about that sometime.
Anyway expect more. I’ll find a way so you don’t have to follow this blog directly.
This was a glove, as far as I could tell from a casual glance at five paces. It snapped into its reality at about two. When I read the backwards “Get In Touch’ and realized the fingers were tear-offs I started to feel like I was in a bad script.
Anyway, I will just likely post a picture and a title, and maybe a thought, but mostly not the latter. I think. And I hope to find a way so nobody has to follow this blog. It’ll be the propagation node to phenomenally mundane photos of garbage.