of articles and blog breaks – on thrift store shopping and wholeness

Hello, readers/viewers. I don’t know what I ought to call you :) It has been a little while, but more on that in a little bit.
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First, I have had an article published in catapult magazine about a coat…well, really about other things, too, but finding an amazing coat in a thrift store gets the ball rolling.

In the current issue, which is all about the issues involved in clothing oneself, I also have two haiku, reprinted from here, about some of the wonders of spring.
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Regarding blogging and breaking, well, I am in the process of mulling over a photographic break, both on and off the blog–that is, exiling my cameras elsewhere for a time in order to…well, I am not certain to do what exactly, but perhaps, to riff off the images in the previous post, to let the lake refill. Indeed, the images in that post may serve as an apt image for this time.

I do hope that there will be some activity here, perhaps the posting of an article or two, but, more significantly, I hope to complete an overhaul of The Dassler Effect, with a new look and a section devoted to selling some of my prints.

I am not sure how long the break will last–it has not snowed here and the flowers are as yet to come out to tempt me–but I can be a fickle fellow :) so there maybe some hope that it will be short.

Thank you so much for coming along for the ride however long you have been on board.

The Ghostly Kiss

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This weekend on a thrift-store shopping trip to buy frames for my next photo show (November 20th-save the date :) ), I got a great deal on a 2′ x 3′ golden, wooden frame with a copy of Gustav Klimt’s “The Kiss” in it. It was only $12 at the best Goodwill for frames in St. Louis.

Now I must confess that I have always rather liked this picture (call me a sap), but not quite enough to actually hang it on my wall-despite its lovely golds and flowers, etc. So, if you are in the St. Louis area and want a 2′ x 3′ Klimt, it is yours for the asking, but you do not get the frame :)

As I have been walking through the hallway where I have the picture stored, I have been examing the picture, noticing the rectangles on the man’s robe and the concentric circles on the woman’s and the lovely flowers at their feet. Nice. I also noticed that in this print, they have made some of the golden rectangles almost out of foil. So, I thought I would experiment with positioning the picture to get some cool effects. And hence “The Ghostly Kiss.” Enjoy.

An Article About Pakistan, Thrift, Abundance, Injustice, Sloppy Joes, and a Loving Heart

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-photo by mashriqi_boy

The photo above well illustrates a portion of a story my friend Sophie Blanc wrote for the most recent issue of catapult. The picture is of “Landa Bazaar” in Peshawar, Pakistan, but which has its equivalent in every Pakistani city. Does that first word sound familiar to you? The first syllable “lan” rhymes with “bun.” Yes, “London” it is, which is a sort of colonial stand-in for whatever Western country from which the cast-off clothes came in the first place. Now I understand where my love of thrift stores came from! I once got this great dark, blue wool cardigan with an argyle pattern from the very city, Jhelum, in which Sophie lived in Pakistan…but I digress.

Sophie’s article brings back so many vivid memories of my childhood in Pakistan and Murree Christian School, made all more the poignant by the great trial Pakistan is undergoing just now (please pray, if you are a pray-er). Her story depicts the very real deprivations of living as a child of missionaries, and then drills down deeper and considers the relative abundance missionaries often have compared to the people they serve. Finally, it ends with a cameo of a lovely, loving heart, which I shall not spoil for you.

I appreciate every bit of reflection in this piece, however my favorite part, which may seem rather trivial, is a depiction of time and place, which only people who have shared in it can fully, immersively “see” and re-experience. And, yet, anyone can get the lovely sense of sweet memory, which hopefully is an experience we all have from time to time. Oh, and Sophie also has a very fine blog. Check it out!

I remember the joyous feeling of going up to the dining room with money in my pocket to get a sloppy joe (bolognaise mince meat in a hamburger bun). The taste of sloppy joes in that particular room at that particular time on those particular plates will probably never be able to be recreated. The sweetish taste Pakistani buns, the tang of the mince meat, the sauce dripping everywhere only to be mopped up with the last bits of bun. Incredibly satisfying.