I think it's the other way around.
Annie Leibovitz said the same thing on Lettermen "Ansel Adams would have also loved digital."
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About a month ago my mom who is 84 took a tumble on the outside steps and suffered a compression fracture in one of her vertebra. Nothing you can do about it but let it heal. She had a Vicodin patch which seems to me to be Gods way of telling her to have a good time and heal. I would not mind having one of those on certain golf days.
She is fine now and seems more peppy then normal so I'm thinking she has a few extra patches stored away somewhere.
ANYWAY - her house as been on sale for a couple months for $99,000. Yesterday she signed the papers to sell the house for $91,000 meaning that she profited about $75,000 on this flip!! Not bad! Although the flip did take about 50 years so I doubt any networks will be contacting her on her secrets.
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I golfed last night and was spraying the ball all over the place and every time I sprayed I ended up under a tree! It was uncanny. On one hole I hit a long drive to the left and it ended up in a sand trap. I was still 290 yards away (par 5) and preceded to hit my next shot 30 yards into next trap. Using the same club (because it worked so well on the last shot) I bombed the 3rd shot 200 yards which ended up under a lone pine tree.
sigh.
HOWEVER - on the very last hole as I was leaning over to place the ball on the tee I realized something, I GOT IT! I knew what I was missing in my swing.
You see golf does not come naturally to me. I'm like the helicopter of golf, everything goes in the wrong direction which is attributed to 20+ years of an inside out swing in softball. The swing gave me a .400 career average in softball but a 23 handicap in golf.
As I straightened up I told Wade, Mark and Bob "I got it, watch this next shot".
BAM straight down the middle 200 yards. Next shot - BAM - perfect 170 yarder onto the green and I two putt for a par.
If I don't break my wrist on the back swing just a little it tenses everything up and throws my timing off. I've remembered that a dozen times now.
After golf we all go into to the Door Creek clubhouse and sit in this little glass enclosed area and yell at each other. It is so freaking loud. Like an echo chamber with 20 people all talking at once.
I left there and went to Hydro Street and found that the Madison Homebrew bunch had left Hydro and went to The Kurth. While I was at Hydro Street all of a sudden people are pointing at me "There he is!!" I was about to run but then a woman says "You're the artist that did those images on the wall?"
I say yea and she calls over to her friend and is pointing at me "Bob, here is the artist that did the photos".
Come on now - I feel a little uncomfortable being called The Artist. I'm the guy that snapped the pictures. Perhaps I'll change my name to "The Artist". Do you think that would be a little ostentatious?
So I go to The Kurth to meet up with some Sun Prairie Worthogs and the Madison Homebrew and THAT place was like an echo chamber. sigh.
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I've had these ideas for a while now but could not work on them. It seems when people look at my one vertical panoramic scene of Lake Monona they are thrilled to see the odd shape for wall art. So I thought perhaps I should do a few more to see if this is something people want.
Here are a few. I would love to hear if this is a viable idea.
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| Sun Flowers |
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| Sunset Lake Monona |
Some of you might have seen this already from my newsletter - if you are not on it send me an email and I'll put you on it.
Rod
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