Procrastination

I had one of those moments. I said "I better organize all my old pictures." So I opened up a random folder called "Dioramas new". Where all the old diorama pictures are I don't know. There is no "Diorama" folder, nor a "Dioramas old" folder. Just a single "Dioramas new" folder.

I started looking throught the folder.

Did I ever show you this one:

Maybe. I mean, why wouldn't I show you this? I still remember the place this diorama was built from, inside a kind of walled imperial park/city in the middle of Kyoto. So I definitely showed you this.

But probably not exactly this one, since there were like 25 assorted versions of it in that folder.

You know, maybe I'll just organize my pictures on another day?

 

Memory boxes

 

While we wait for me to return from Montpellier and report on the vital issues of the day, we're mostly running through some photography experiments. These take in some photographs going back to Japan, though some, like of the fountain, are just from this past week or so.

Interesting and other stories

 

Two condensations

 

Age appropriate

 

Yesterday I said I would be letting the dioramas speak for themselves, but I do want to step in to note this significant arcana change:  I have aged up my cartoon character to a level rather more commensurate with, well, me, retired in the South of France. I think my character might have even gone a little past my age sometimes, but that's okay, I can grow into him, and he seems about right today.

Stories in boxes

 

We had hoped to have a restful interlude in our old Theoule Sur Mer apartment, watching the Winter on the water for several days, but some family health issues combined with the constant details of establishing ourselves in France and preparing our apartment are keeping us too relentlessly on the move. It's not great, but things are moving along in the right direction, and there are still moments everyday in these lovely places that feel like extraordinary hallucinations.

In my downtime I keep a constant stream of story boxes on the boil, a process that has about eight or nine steps to it, and at the end of an inbetween day like today leaves me with ten new ones finished. We'll be back to the city tomorrow and then maybe home here the next day after that, so I'll be running diorama stories here for the next few posts without much explanation since they tell their stories just as well on their own.

That said, we'll start with a little housekeeping, these being some earlier less articulate experimental versions from the past few days that haven't had their moment in the sun: