7 and 7 on Saturday: August 19, 2017

As summer starts to wind down and our kids head back to class…

And we think about taking care of the garden and mowing the grass…

The struggles of the day, and we say, “This too shall pass…”

Let’s check out the 7 and 7 blog report – the blogs with plenty of class.

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Is there a Confederate general in my lineage? And would I be happy with that?

When I was younger, my mother would tell stories about how, through one way or another, I was related to a Civil War general.

Yeah, right.  Sure.  Next thing, someone’s going to tell me that because my last name is Miller, I’m related to the guy who sang “Fly Like an Eagle.”

No wait, hear me out.

Somehow, according to whatever story she spun at the time, my grandfather – Charles Bragg – was a direct descendant of some sort to Civil War general Braxton Bragg.

Yeah, I’m not sure how to react to that.

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Results from the 2017 Iowa State Fair

When last we checked in, two of my four entries for the Iowa State Fair’s 2017 Photography Salon were accepted, and will hang on the walls of the Patty and Jim Cownie Cultural Center in Des Moines.  This is great.  This is exciting.  This is … still unknown.  Which two of my four entries got in, and did either – or both – win some prize silks and money?

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My 2017 Altamont Fair results

What a reversal of results for me.

Many years ago – 2009, 2010, 2012 to be more precise – my pictures couldn’t get a ribbon at the Altamont Fair.  It was emotionally rough.

At the same time, my artworks were appearing at the New York State Fair’s photography competition with regularity.

It’s certainly a reversal now.  While my Syracuse submissions have been returned three of the last four years (including the last two), my Altamont pictures have fared reasonably well.  Last year, one of my Dream Windows – Dream Window 17: Friday Night Fish Fry – claimed a blue ribbon.  Over at the sheep and goat barn, I’ve scored blue ribbons with pictures like The Jumbuck, Rutland the Goat and We Are Not Chickens. And I’ve also scored some silks in the Fine Art barn with pictures like Aerochrome Falls, The Lenten Meal and Star Trails of Brown Tract Pond.  So the success is there, for sure.

Now let’s see if it continues.

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My 2017 Altamont Fair entries are…

It’s that time again.  An opportunity for me to enter my photography into the Altamont Fair’s photo competition.  Each year I bring what I think are the photos that will stand out, the ones that have the best chance of claiming silks, the photos that will impress the judges.

I’m entering three different competitions this year – one photography competition, one in the “goat photography” category, and a third entry that took an entire year to prepare.

I’ve had success at Altamont, but I’ve also failed.  This is not unusual – for years, I would submit my best artworks, only to see them ribbon-less when the Fair began.  I half-joked about an “Altamont Curse,” and then one day three of my four artworks picked up silks.  No more curse.  At least not at Altamont.  Even though I’m not sure I can say the same thing in Syracuse.  😀

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“Were you checking out my ass?”

Sunday morning.  With all the depressing, horrible, unfathomable news – both in my life and around the world – I needed some private time.  And that “private time” meant bashing up a wooden crate for a future crate art project.

After taking out my frustration on the scrap wood box, I realized I would need some additional lumber.  Okay, Sunday trip to Curtis Lumber, I can do that.

Ugh.  Gas tank is low.  Better stop at a Speedway and fill up.

Luckily for me, Speedway is running an August promotion where they’re offering gas discounts for loyal customers – spend $3 in purchase and you receive 10c off your gallon.  Oh, you mean I’m paying under $2/gallon to fill up my car?  Yes please.

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Postcards from Syracuse … NINE OF THEM

It’s Saturday afternoon and I just came back from a little trip.

Oh, looks like the mailman has arrived.

Time to reach in the mailbox and …

I can feel them.

Little cardstocks with postage.  My fingers flip through.  Six … seven … eight … nine of them.

The postcards from Syracuse have arrived.  Six cards from the New York State Fair Photography compeittion, and three from the New York State Fair Fine Arts competition.

Nine cards.  And on the backs of these nine cards are checkmarks that denote if the artwork for each card has been accepted or rejected.  Accepted artworks stay on display at the Harriet May Mills Art Center in Syracuse for the duration of the New York State Fair; rejected artworks must be picked up Monday, as I travel to Syracuse to claim the rejects in the wryly-branded “Drive of Shame.”

What, you think I would call this Monday trip anything else?

Silly you.

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