Yesterday I wrote my blog post at the library, edited, noted and published. And then I saw a man with a seriously good camera and tripod setup, taking pictures.
Soooo I asked if he was one of the participants, and it turned out it was Wayne Baruch, the photographer who created the image of the tree falling into the house.
We had a wonderful chat about art, exhibiting, nonglare glass and how we hate it, his work, my work and altogether a good time was had
And since photography is his retirement occupation, he's blending it with a previous career in artisanal construction, rehab, and work as an expert witness in real estate construction cases.
So he knew the story about that old house with the tree on it. Apparently back in the 18th century it was totally wood, cedar shake roof. Then an early owner decided to add a slate roof on top.
So when the tree came down, the double roof formed trusses which stopped the tree's descent, see sketch Wayne made to show me
He's drawing in the visitor's book, nearest paper to hand! It's so great to talk with a knowledgeable enthusiast who knows when he's got a good audience.
So that was my bonus.
I got home and found a lovely clean house, and the bunch of lavender still there. Then an email from the cleaners saying oops we remembered the lavender after we'd locked the door! So I said np, I'll drop it in the mail.
Found a plastic envelope, bit of damp paper towel, extra lavender, why not, outer envelope, their address off my Christmas card list, and off to the post office.
Halfway there, remembered I'd left the package on top of the freezer where I'd put it for a second while I got my keys organized.
Home again, found the package, back to the PO, mailed it, and came home wondering if lavender is the herb of forgetfulness. It's so calming you just don't worry about anything.
And here's proof that I have something in common with MFK Fisher
