tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32360937904498594602024-03-14T02:12:20.848-07:00They white-washed us, onceJ Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-77573029801505914872010-11-15T22:23:00.000-08:002010-11-15T22:25:02.387-08:00Coachwhipshttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbTWFj2SMX8<div><br /></div><div>Ay I wish you were still playing. I mean Thee Oh Sees are good too but I don't think as good.</div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-37318046357791461462010-11-11T16:47:00.000-08:002010-11-11T16:48:09.299-08:00As artists we are trained to identify intention. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I believe I am incredibly well-versed in this field, artistically and socially.</div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-77191897928461131012010-10-15T11:07:00.001-07:002010-10-15T11:17:12.294-07:00About my artTime is always relevant to art. The decade the work was executed in is important, to a degree, in understanding the meaning and purpose of the piece's execution. Photography ((for the sake of this essay), in documentation, not artistic, form) holds the same concept true. The quality of the photograph will vary depending on the technology and the accessibility of that technology available at the given time of the photo documentation. So it is important to me, as a painter looking at photographs, to specify the decade of the photo I'm working from, more so than the decade I'm executing the work in (though this, of course, will always still be specified, and this specification holds its own significance in the meaning of the work - the comparison of the 2 time periods in one piece, and the comparison of one piece to the next, which will likely vary in the difference of photo vs. execution, since I don't stick to the same photo-decade in each work.)<br /><br />So time. I paint about time. It's always passing. The further in the past an event happens, the foggier the memory becomes. The most recent memories in our mind are clearest (though through drunkenness these are still not so clear) as are the most recent photographs, physically. The newer the technology, the more accurate the photodocumentation.<br /><br />So I will do 3 paintings. One set in the 80's, one in the 90's, and one present. The clothing style, patterning, quality of photo, and use of technology in the image will all vary.<br /><br />The concept is the process, and the process, the concept. The aesthetic in the series will be thin/thickness of paint, color, brushstrokes. The visual concept in each individual piece that will emerge from the paint itself will be based on the clarity in the subject matter, the dynamic that is apparent between all the figures present, the acts they are committing, and the time passed between the event that took place and my execution of its representation. I will filter the image based on my emotions towards the event/people present in the image. The choices in paint that I make are based on these emotions.<br /><br />It's 2pm on a Friday, why am I the only person in the studio.J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-88757097924679580992010-08-24T07:03:00.001-07:002010-08-24T07:03:44.547-07:00iced coffee, bikes and my guitar have more or less dictated this summer for me.J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-10000561495186246172010-08-17T11:49:00.000-07:002010-08-17T11:51:23.370-07:00There have been two lost loves in my life. I think they are why I am so unhappy.<div>One was this baby that my doctor told me was growing inside of my stomach,</div><div>so I aborted it</div><div>and the other was a sandwich I ordered and then left on the counter of the deli.</div><div><br /></div><div>But after I aborted that baby I told my wife</div><div>"you are completely out of touch with reality! you think that trees grow from seeds!"</div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-58675148290372774572010-08-10T20:43:00.000-07:002010-08-10T20:47:16.437-07:00<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhh7ky8OPRZy61tzl0ShHthGNy5szQmG8aTuAq82NcupJSfGqUCha3kDDnXnK97aneesPDHQQ6xrEoQgnlt9CAThG3t9yEdShzCw7VwtluO0095Z8B-7v8Lce_3iH30WtWgi7gYGcK3T-/s1600/%2522Sitting+in+Ireland%2522.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhh7ky8OPRZy61tzl0ShHthGNy5szQmG8aTuAq82NcupJSfGqUCha3kDDnXnK97aneesPDHQQ6xrEoQgnlt9CAThG3t9yEdShzCw7VwtluO0095Z8B-7v8Lce_3iH30WtWgi7gYGcK3T-/s400/%2522Sitting+in+Ireland%2522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503993200971159842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Sitting in Ireland" 2010</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXJlW6RfOZlg1P3R6yL9YiFs422QAaY5mYvLTY73xMz95YWAGcVVymGKVX9iSbT51vof5SWjLdhNT5TQyZlGQA6HiiMikzpqavI1sDNFiY-vBpYdjegqz5n03yL7vWDNWbGxaFhWQp_yb/s1600/Many+Weddings.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXJlW6RfOZlg1P3R6yL9YiFs422QAaY5mYvLTY73xMz95YWAGcVVymGKVX9iSbT51vof5SWjLdhNT5TQyZlGQA6HiiMikzpqavI1sDNFiY-vBpYdjegqz5n03yL7vWDNWbGxaFhWQp_yb/s400/Many+Weddings.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503993196642387170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Backyard Lifestyles" 2010</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I like changing the titles of my paintings each time</div><div style="text-align: center;">I put them somewhere online and need to name them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know how many people do this,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but I'm gonna continue doing it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Paint makes me so happy.</div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-25767451284839665812010-08-02T16:46:00.001-07:002010-08-02T16:48:28.587-07:00New Bright Eyes?<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FPGKi1u3Lko&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FPGKi1u3Lko&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div>what the hell is this? Billy Joel meets country meets a crying boy who's sad it's not 2005 anymore?</div><div>"Loving you is easy, I can do it in my sleep, I dream of you so often, It's like you never leave"</div><div><br /></div><div>REALLY?</div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-64898647764484640382010-07-26T21:01:00.000-07:002010-07-26T21:12:51.409-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;">I start reading something like Faulkner and 2 pages in I need to write my own prose. I start, then once I put my pen down I'm done for. Can't start again. Well this is where maybe 10 minutes got me:<br /><br /> Many a boy has never fallen out of love with me.<br /> Through the endless hallways of patterned carpetted walls and disorienting floors dotted with identical but entirely unsimilar (once inside) doors and seemingly insignificant numbers and knobs have I led them all. Some for months and years while some for the time one takes to rinse a Manhattan-sidewalk-bought cucumber. I luckily stopped buying those.<br /> But my poor mother. Mother has only crawled through the disintegrating doorways, scraping her zebra-printed acrylic nails along cracked, single-coated plywood walls in Super 8 motels lining trucker-stopped highways in New Jersey and still, with only a mouthful of men. Most times that I did see her in her kitchen, she sat with no one but her cigarette and Jack Daniels. She trusted these boys to never break her collar bone or give her stitches in her palm. That is until so much Jack slipped through her teeth that she tripped over the dog's food bowl and forehead met counter corner faster than my narcoleptic sister's head hit the back of the seat rest during <em>Titanic</em>.</span>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-79797624530908183812010-07-09T08:35:00.000-07:002010-07-09T08:39:27.162-07:00<div align="center">Philip Guston's <em>Painting, Smoking, Eating</em></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IW2fzDUrPeMZNYQQJrOFpYTX6qX3CVZvY2sQD1R0NLyfjKVbZ03qHiTxOLyd6A87C8_UGFpz4Zz3xX5HXpqXY_0-h71QVky55uR50-hltdekUWPjYGwwxNk3bwaWa2LtyGSlLJggPKGL/s1600/guston.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491930698913347250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IW2fzDUrPeMZNYQQJrOFpYTX6qX3CVZvY2sQD1R0NLyfjKVbZ03qHiTxOLyd6A87C8_UGFpz4Zz3xX5HXpqXY_0-h71QVky55uR50-hltdekUWPjYGwwxNk3bwaWa2LtyGSlLJggPKGL/s400/guston.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">I stuff a dress, my Dublin flats and studded boots,</div><div align="center">one or two integral shirts or vests,</div><div align="center">new bathing suit,</div><div align="center">phone charger, camera, computer, makeup,</div><div align="center">maybe some tea if I'm running out wherever I'm going,</div><div align="center">into my black backpack and head out in my car again.</div><div align="center">Almost every two days or so.</div><div align="center">And I'll stop eating breakfast now.</div><div align="center"> </div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-86457256540926078582010-07-06T09:29:00.000-07:002010-07-06T09:34:19.982-07:00it's 84 degrees in the kitchen and i can't bear to sleep in my attic room<div>i spent 4th of july weekend in jersey city and had a great time</div><div>then went on my mom's new boat on lake Hopatcong and that was nice</div><div>got way too sunburnt</div><div><br /></div><div>need a job in westchester</div><div>if i sit down in a place for like 2 hours i start freaking out</div><div>and feel really unproductive</div><div>but as soon as i go drive somewhere to see people</div><div>i'm happy</div><div><br /></div><div>i feel like i'm losing my mind</div><div>and like a drifter</div><div>having a room in ireland for a month was the most steady</div><div>i've been since the semester</div><div><br /></div><div>we're writing some music and finally tracked a song</div><div>i like our space</div><div>it's just too hot out</div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-38369862607043727862010-06-11T06:44:00.000-07:002010-06-11T06:55:36.687-07:00I'm in Dingle, Ireland. I'm living with 8 other girls in a cottage, next to 2 other cottages filled with people in our painting program. We paint the landscapes that surround us: rolling hills covered in grids of various greens. Cattle and sheep dot the landscape. Bulls lie in the front yard of our cottages. I've no phone and can only know the time when I'm near a clock or with somebody with a watch. I can only communicate with people not around me when I walk 25 minutes into town and get to the library (closed on weekends) or sneak some time in on a roommates laptop.<br /><br />This kind of living takes time to get used to when I'm usually texting about 4-5 people regularly. It's very different and I'm very glad I've done it. Convenience is a whole different ball game for me now. I can't drive, I can't always get the groceries I want, I've only like 4 changes of clothes, etc.<br /><br />Life in Europe is entirely different than life in the states. This is country living, here. The shops have lunch breaks and will close for various reasons (aka i'm sick today, sorry). People actually talk to you and are interested in your story. They say sorry, they wait for you to cross the street, they give you a book of funny quotes while you wait for your fish sandwich.<br /><br />There's no real trespassing, no privately-owned land. Socialist capitalism, in my mind, is perfect. If you are an artist, regardless of how much money you make, you don't pay taxes. No one tips here, because it's included in prices. Things are expensive because they are luxuries, not necessities. This is how all life should be. Treat yourself to something once in a while, but otherwise just live. Just live.<br /><br />Music is huge. There's live music in the pubs almost every night. There's also 57 pubs in this town which is basically the size of Purchase College's campus. I feel like little kids start learning instruments, mainly guitar, accordian, violin, at a very young age and just play, almost the way American students always play sports, always have gym class.<br /><br />I can't do this though, this traveling thing, without a companion whom I really need. It's hard for me because I miss these imperative people from home so badly. 17 more days.J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-37472170113879932542010-05-26T18:25:00.000-07:002010-05-26T18:32:57.186-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYEs9pnHDuArDnV8KJ-9LcGPkfd-x6-caC86UVY7l4UWCpuolKZk3UR3_WW-X5BlhyQOBw-1sX6Ji8KYh-0I-AaMQfTKGjTryK9kaYPYG52MDrhSYsd2H7gMClDA7F1GdulVmW07gAmCYl/s1600/dinnerparty.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYEs9pnHDuArDnV8KJ-9LcGPkfd-x6-caC86UVY7l4UWCpuolKZk3UR3_WW-X5BlhyQOBw-1sX6Ji8KYh-0I-AaMQfTKGjTryK9kaYPYG52MDrhSYsd2H7gMClDA7F1GdulVmW07gAmCYl/s400/dinnerparty.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475755896247324290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Who else is too concerned with the way people see them?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2pMOkSs46Eqz88gHQJp8n9ltZrUW5jClwxVRB5hiQgzhq8YDCiXpec3M-eTkD_2ukZRezvHMHd0IDE7dHnsw14tJdtTJ3NjEEKbvL9EmEV7WNC5yJGC7hkq1tZPJy_K16TiPhwXLy6BCI/s1600/thenewgeneration.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2pMOkSs46Eqz88gHQJp8n9ltZrUW5jClwxVRB5hiQgzhq8YDCiXpec3M-eTkD_2ukZRezvHMHd0IDE7dHnsw14tJdtTJ3NjEEKbvL9EmEV7WNC5yJGC7hkq1tZPJy_K16TiPhwXLy6BCI/s400/thenewgeneration.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475755233845640098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Who else's #1 priority in life is to be seen as a good, considerate, genuine person?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who else has lost their mind a few times?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who else has emerged out of a pile of garbage?</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-13223901653893760052010-05-19T17:37:00.000-07:002010-05-19T17:43:36.985-07:00don't plan for the future any more than 5 hours from the present.J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-84101794962473162552010-05-18T09:50:00.000-07:002010-05-18T09:57:01.262-07:00Brief recap of craziest week:<div>Tues: last day of school, stood show and show/party in alumni</div><div>Wed: came back to jersey i think, or was it thursday?</div><div>Thurs: awesome night at Bardis with jersey friends</div><div>Fri: rode bikes with Perrelly, went to the city with him met cam & dru, went to a party in harlem, weird, went to brooklyn, stayed over</div><div>Sat: hit garage sales in Jersey with perrelly & cam, drove to ny, met tara&denis, drove to pleasure beach, CT, watched movie at my house all together</div><div>Sun: Lenny's bagels, rye beach, chilled all over port chester all afternoon/night/morning</div><div>Mon: run errands in white plains w/ cam, then drove to jersey</div><div><br /></div><div>tonight going out to dinner with friends. i need to find hiking boots for Ireland. I leave in 13 days. oh my lord. i've been having the absolute time of my life this summer so far and i can only imagine it getting better.</div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-32934639525171554442010-05-13T14:47:00.000-07:002010-05-13T14:56:29.700-07:00the past few weeks my life has been more crazy than i'd expected<div><br /></div><div>some people live all over the place like this, i never have but am trying to, it's difficult, when you feel like there's no ground under your feet</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i think i feel great right now. i think</div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-5436914748011966252010-04-25T15:21:00.000-07:002010-04-25T15:24:14.983-07:00leaving for Ireland May 31, coming back June 30. i'm really nervous.<div><br /></div><div>i'm living in the attic of my house now, it's awesome.</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm super excited for this summer (in purchase), my roommates, and visiting friends all over.</div><div><br /></div><div>i just got back from north carolina, for my mom's wedding. it was nice. my family is insane.</div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-5392855065666243442010-04-18T18:04:00.003-07:002010-04-18T18:19:50.797-07:00i'd like to recap some events from culture shock weekend, because it may have been the best weekend in a very very long time and i don't want to forget most of it:<div><br /></div><div>friday - going by tara's apt w/ cam, seeing space ghost in the stood! seeing surfer blood on mainstage w/ cam and arielle, seeing the shakes, beer tent w/ adri and matt, stopping in the studio with graber and chris, seeing bayside (ahah), going to cam's a few times, going to the hub and eating pizza and then later going again seeing rachel & ty, i don't remember what else between this and seeing Andrew wk, during which we were all on the stage i fell like 3 times it was just insanity. foot got badly bruised. stayed overnight in the fort.</div><div><br /></div><div>saturday - going to tara's again with everyone there, seeing turbo fruits at the stood which i loved, meeting steph somewhere and going with her to w2? racing in the blow up snake thing, going down the big slide, perrelly tim and dru come, eat at the hub, tara's, tickle fight with perrelly cam arielle and dru for like half an hour in the grass - maybe best time of my life -sangria, a bike wheel was stolen at some point, beer tent with steph, tara's, seeing the books who were pretty awesome and good for the atmosphere at the time, uuhhhhhhh i don't know what else until the show in the olde duplex with the shakes, sex gods and terror pigeon, and soooo much crowd surfing, hot bodies, beer poured on my head, and udder chaos. chilled outside of there a while, saw melissa riling and rachel, perrelly lost his keys, then got a ride back to my house.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i'm sure there's things i've forgotten about. it was a longggggg 2 days of crazy.</div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-24253239401314844192010-04-18T18:04:00.001-07:002010-04-18T18:04:25.999-07:00cause i have fun with you, and that's just a shameJ Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-47456961138460137702010-04-15T12:57:00.001-07:002010-04-15T12:57:57.391-07:00mmmmmmm elliott green, love it<br /><br /><br />http://www.elliottgreen.com/J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-91947759428521025882010-04-13T22:40:00.001-07:002010-04-13T22:40:56.594-07:00i've probably made a ton of mistakes.<div><br /></div><div>i'm doing these crazy things that are exciting but i'm uncomfortable with them.</div><div><br /></div><div>and i won't have home anymore. </div><div><br /></div><div>i don't know what i'm doing.</div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-85626885394092019532010-04-10T15:19:00.001-07:002010-04-10T15:19:45.949-07:00i don't want to be half of a lifeJ Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-33276163126820140812010-03-28T09:40:00.001-07:002010-03-28T09:43:06.057-07:00Arizona feels like a second home to me. I've decended into this valley<div>maybe 7 times in my life</div><div>But walking into my aunt's house and missing the person</div><div>who's always been around these people with me, every time</div><div>was just so shocking.</div><div>My uncle IS my dad, and my aunt is much of him as well</div><div>i don't know if i've ever felt so alone.</div><div><br /></div><div>i have 6 more days here, i hope i can do it</div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-74704778684789270672010-03-12T23:58:00.000-08:002010-03-13T00:00:06.113-08:00I'm applying for a summer study abroad painting program in Ireland for 4 weeks in June.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'd die to have this. </div>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-64519441055547174222010-03-08T09:18:00.000-08:002010-03-08T09:29:29.933-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">I had taken these photos a few months ago of this sort of foil paper and its reflections on my wall at home. I should put them on my flickr for better quality.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijMLNEQZFWvZyf2k6BpFntsYs68NcgyofkOx1vTzw_AkNa1XyoApjPJ-qZmS6uRUOr0-f476nHnnVgYsWL-DCbap1NBDxLhkjFX9_NHZ2r2J3r_-K8zHMbGDqoiP-ddzLrJ90VR8nDyAaG/s1600-h/foil.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijMLNEQZFWvZyf2k6BpFntsYs68NcgyofkOx1vTzw_AkNa1XyoApjPJ-qZmS6uRUOr0-f476nHnnVgYsWL-DCbap1NBDxLhkjFX9_NHZ2r2J3r_-K8zHMbGDqoiP-ddzLrJ90VR8nDyAaG/s400/foil.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446314327233630194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLG3-wg27pm7ktSMPVq-1467BdKVmx_qAZ30xd12hb99JuQZoB8Q6olzBAHbUfbfKyfwxmjWcEr2DWew8aWvymo1RC-HKGWzYxhzy4D4QlWiPtayx6tiGnJJ6GoNofRXMLFHSyYISFh15/s1600-h/reflections2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLG3-wg27pm7ktSMPVq-1467BdKVmx_qAZ30xd12hb99JuQZoB8Q6olzBAHbUfbfKyfwxmjWcEr2DWew8aWvymo1RC-HKGWzYxhzy4D4QlWiPtayx6tiGnJJ6GoNofRXMLFHSyYISFh15/s400/reflections2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446314159776695058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkejtK6MiZg_O_CkPxOBZJZSinvcKeEA3ZbY62NDDsbLaUxuG6dF51D2gEKNEA3tgPFUrTZriXeewTu5HOZhbsxG1SkA9TdSTThqhbNMn_0cQNjyAUJec25Di82L4OWE3OZFdEhO7qfM_9/s1600-h/reflections.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkejtK6MiZg_O_CkPxOBZJZSinvcKeEA3ZbY62NDDsbLaUxuG6dF51D2gEKNEA3tgPFUrTZriXeewTu5HOZhbsxG1SkA9TdSTThqhbNMn_0cQNjyAUJec25Di82L4OWE3OZFdEhO7qfM_9/s400/reflections.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446313938069277106" /></a>J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236093790449859460.post-59790848526615778332010-03-03T18:57:00.001-08:002010-03-03T18:57:28.609-08:00well that was a nice 5 seconds of happiness.J Hitchingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639059791737235481noreply@blogger.com0