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Photo-A-Day: Rainbow Ice Cream Fantasy

Photo-A-DayAs much as this undertaking is at risk of becoming a blog of pet photos and weird food pictures, it’s perhaps more at risk of morphing into a catalog of Cincinnati murals. There are worse fates.

This gem–the title of which really is something like “Rainbow Ice Cream Fantasy”–is on the corner of 12th and Jackson, I think. It’s right around the corner from the Know Theatre. I was at the Know this afternoon, volunteering for the Fringe Festival. (I replenished the concession coolers for the smaller venues. So, if you see a Fringe show tonight somewhere other than the Know and they’re short on Sprites, blame me.)

This mural surprised me; I didn’t know it was there. And I thought it was pretty. I like the colors (how’s that for a sophisticated aesthetic analysis?). What I also like about it is how it captures the brightness and playfulness of summer from a child’s perspective.

Do you remember that? How much promise the summer held when you were little? The simplest things were so fun and exciting: catching a firefly, staying up late to watch the Dukes of Hazard, getting to play all day long because there was no school, going away to camp. Ice cream, especially, seemed to epitomize summer.

As working adults, it seems like the routine of our lives doesn’t change all that much, come summer (unless, of course, you’re a teacher or you have school-aged children). It takes a lot of effort to tap into that boundless joy and it likewise takes effort to justify that much ice cream. So, I welcome all the ways in which this mural is a reminder of how to be.

By the way, your guess is as good as mine as to what has impaled that poor bunny rabbit in the lower right corner. That’s a nice shout-out, though, to the dark complexities of childhood.

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Photo-a-Day: Guns and Guitars

Photo-A-DayOk, so I’m late on this post, which is a bummer. I was all ready yesterday evening to post and then I got distracted watching a movie and forgot. So, here goes, May 24th’s photo.

Let’s face it: the world needs more guitars than guns and more guitars than even watches or TVs. I’ve been thinking a lot about guitars lately, namely mine. I need to play it. Right now, it sits propped against the wall, watching me. Occasionally, I bump into it or Scout bumps into it, and I hear the deep resonant sound. And I miss it. I’m not sure why I don’t play it other than I’m not that good and that frustrates me.

I’ve also been thinking lately about breath, the foundation of music and of all our energies. Guess what? I don’t do enough breathing either. Why is is that we know we want to do something but we balk? In Gestalt therapy, it’s important to examine how we benefit from not changing (in other words, we need to be curious about our resistance rather than railroad through it in pursuit of some distant future).

On another subject, I’m sure there’s something really smart I could say here about the politics of lending, gentrification, and maybe even class warfare. But instead, I talked about how much I miss my guitar.

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