Yesterday, Eric completed one of his other tasks involved in being a self-employed basketmaker — photographing his work. Which he is quite good at. And now that his workshop utilizes the entire farmhouse (and I mean every room — even our future master bedroom and bathroom has sanding equipment!) while we decide how to renovate it, he found a fantastic spot for his photo studio: The old, quaint front porch! Wait until 4 or 5 pm and you have the perfect natural lighting! (Yes, the most perfect lighting is late afternoon / end of day sunlight, in case you didn’t know.)
He did not need to set up any of his usual photo studio props and equipment. Simply tape up the backdrop and shoot away. No white boards needed, no lamps, no foil clamps. Natural light and fresh air.
Here’s all the baskets drying after a coating of varnish, and now waiting for their turn at a cover shot.
And pictured is one of the final products, his Cottage Gardener Basket. Who would have known this was taken outside on an old farmhouse porch? (If I wouldn’t have told you here of course!) This is so much better than the studio he used to have, downstairs, in a dark, dank corner of his workshop.
Mr. Basketmaker Speaks:
It’s 6:00pm and my lovely wife still hasn’t sent me this week’s five questions so I’m going to hijack her blog this week. Maybe next week she will submit them before noon!
Over the years I have met a lot of basket making fanatics. Over these same years you learn a bunch about some of these people. And being an avid Red Sox fan like myself, when you come across an avid Yankees fan, you don’t forget them.
One such person that I will not name right now is someone I immediately think of when something really bad happens for the Yankees. I chuckle to myself and know that she doesn’t have anything she can rub in my face today. Well, two days ago, I had one of those days. The Yankees were officially eliminated from the playoffs while the Red Sox were coasting forward into the playoffs with the best record in baseball.
Then last night, Mario Rivera played his last game. Somehow, now it has become hard to make fun of her for her misfortune. Even as a Red Sox fan, I have to show my respect. There is no other Yankee I could bring myself to say that. He was the best relief pitcher to ever play the game. And he is a good guy, which is hard to find these days in baseball. Mario Rivera pitched in 96 playoff games and only was responsible for one lost game. He pitched in 141 playoff innings and gave up less runs than the number of men who have walked on the moon. Think about that!
So, there you go Ho Jo! Your Yankees are going to suck for hopefully the next ten years! See you next week Jo!
I am so behind on notes and tidbits I wanted to post over the last few weeks. I have scads of photos I need to process but the events have come and gone, that it may be too late, irrelevant or insignificant. Why write about a photo I captured in July when it’s already September!
However, I’m not fretting over it too much. Instead of working on my blog I’ve been busy doing two major things that needed to get done. One, unpacking and organizing my office. Including all the office paperwork that needed to be filed. And as of tonight, every single item has been filed and put away. What relief I am feeling! But it’s a little bit short-lived because now I’m ready to work on task #2: Finish our taxes. Yes, the taxes!
I’m one of those procrastinators who filed an extension in April so I could have more time. And instead of working on them in May, June, July (you get the idea), I waited until now to work on finishing this dreadful task. And not much time left! Mid October will be here very soon. But I needed to take a quick timeout and grab a couple photos I’ve been meaning to share. And everyone likes dog pics, right?
This is a pic of my mother-in-law painting in our front yard when she and and my father-in-law, Bruce, came to visit last month. And see our dog Chance there? Mr. Basketmaker and I were so flabbergasted by Chance’s behavior. He never lets me out of his sight. And he follows me everywhere I go. It doesn’t matter who is outside (well, maybe if there’s a cat) he will follow me when I go inside.
But not on this day. All he wanted to do was sit by Mom-Jo’s side while she painted. I even left to do errands and he didn’t run down the driveway to chase me in the car. So bizarre.
And to add more salt in my abandonment-wounds, the next day, Bruce read a book while Mom-Jo painted alongside him. And who else was present? Yes, Chance. He didn’t seem to care where I was at all.
Is he trying to tell me something? It sure looks like he’s got something on his mind here… like letting me know we (Eric and I) could easily be replaced!