Sunday, July 31, 2011

July's End.

The thirty-firstereth of this month is here.
But going fast. We'll never see this again.


Saturday, July 30, 2011

30-7 Leaf.

Shiny. Green. Silent.
Hanging out in the sun.


Friday, July 29, 2011

Yellow Mellow July 29

Well. At least small parts of it.
The ones in the sun. And out of the wind.


Thursday, July 28, 2011

28! Great! July!

Almost done with this month.
All of us getting older, everywhere.


Wednesday, July 27, 2011


The snail days of summer.
Better than dogs anyway. A little slimier though.


Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Slow Day, This July 26

Passed by a snail.
But he got the jump on me. Little booger.


Monday, July 25, 2011

Sunday, July 24, 2011

24th July.

Warm. Sunny. Unheard of. Around here. This year.
But we'll take it.


Saturday, July 23, 2011

Friday, July 22, 2011

Thursday, July 21, 2011

21 July Unknown Flowers

Another wet day, so why not check them out?
Goof off, take photos, have a nap, wait for 2012...


Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Tuesday, July 19, 2011


Soft light on a soft day.
Quietly waiting for me to walk by.


Monday, July 18, 2011

0718 Bushy

Patient flowers along the path.
Waiting for their time to come.


Sunday, July 17, 2011

Seventeen July.

Sweet. July, too.
And wet. Sweetly wet. Sweet seventeen July.


Saturday, July 16, 2011

Your Training Wheels

Throw them out.

The craftsman loves the tools while the artist despises them.

Odd, innit?

Look at the idea.

Odd, innit?

Like this: The artist has a vision to animate. The craftsperson likes comfy familiarity.

The artist burns with creativity, and lives to create. The craftsperson seeks a cozy workshop.


A place to go, to hang out.

That's enough. For some.

But not for artists. Not for grownups. Not for leaders.

It is easy to carry training wheels into adulthood. But awkward once there. Limiting.

They help at first.

They get you going.

But you have to leave them behind, or you can only keep circling the same block.

In the world of business it's doing what others are doing. Being trendy.

Being contemporary. In the groove.

Worrying what others think.

Fitting in.

Looking impressive.


Like it was a few years back: dot com.

The burn rate, the office furniture, the sleek desks, the fancy chairs, the company cars, the shiny buildings.

Which resulted in you-know-what.

Copying, a great way to start.

Get a feel for it all. Do what others have done. Slot in. Learn.

But you can't stay there.

Or you never grow up.

Richard Feynman, after selection to the National Academy of Sciences, resigned. Because. Members were more interested in status than science.

Fluff over fundamentals.

In the end you need to produce.

The more talented someone is.

The more they burn to do.

The more strongly they want. To be alive, to make something live.

The less they mess around.

No frills. No props. No pretension. No cover. No distraction.

Sit down. Think. Decide. Do. See how it feels.

Repeat until done.

Maybe, just then, you realize you've created what no one else ever has.

Life without a net.

Running without crutches.

Driving past the training wheel stage.

Do it.

From: buznutt, thought for July, 2011.

XVI Of Julius.

We come not to praise Caesar but to drip on him.
Which is why the rain, eh?


Friday, July 15, 2011

15 July: Midway.

From here we tip toward the end.
Of only the month, we hope. With rain to boot.


Thursday, July 14, 2011

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Monday, July 11, 2011

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Saturday, July 09, 2011

Friday, July 08, 2011

Thursday, July 07, 2011

Wednesday, July 06, 2011

06/07 Bushbunny At Dusk.

Hiding in the grasses.
Becoming a monochrome blur.


Tuesday, July 05, 2011

Monday, July 04, 2011

July 4 - Crowday.

Inspecting things invisible.
To the unbeaked.


Sunday, July 03, 2011

July 4 Minus 1.

Day of the bushbunny.
Waiting in the grass.


Saturday, July 02, 2011

Friday, July 01, 2011

July Oneth.

Leafy greens.
Essential for a healthy walk.