Kodachrome

So Kodachrome is gone. The media babbles about the famous Afghan girl's green eyes. But Fuji could have captured that. What Kodachrome captured through the sixties for me was the glowing sweetness of the pink and gold coloring of my young, Anglo children. There is a photograph on my refridge of a two year old with a dirty face hugging a new baby with a surprised expression. It was taken in 1971. I don't kiss their little faces, but they look so fresh and lovely in the photograph that I could. I'm told that Kodak changed the emulsion formula shortly after that. People were saying that Fuji blues and greens were so much brighter. Well, that may be. Perhaps the descendants of those poison blues and greens are what drive me from any television set and even my computer screen today. I will not digitize this photo for my post. The magic would be lost.

Espanol

I haven't been taking photos lately. Sorry. This is an old one. I haven't been back to Coyote Creek since I was scared off by the coyote trapper.
Yesterday while worshiping my garden I happened upon a fully formed six inch long zucchini squash. I ate it immediately and it was wonderfully delicious. I had no idea it was lurking in its leafy refuge. The weather has been humid and not as hot as it could be. We have been getting little tads of rain.
I am now hard at work on Spanish 111. It is a huge amount of information, and I find my meager memories of Latin help a little. Nauta amat puellam? The woman who sits next to me is lovely, but she does that old colored gospel thing of responding to everything the teacher says. Yay! She says. Really? She coos. Aah! She comments. After much careful observation I have decided that Senor Gonzales Gonzales dyes not just his hair but also his mustache and eyebrows. He is elegantly turned out and has an understated sense of humor. I think he's a good teacher. All the other students are taking Spanish as a requirement for Police Science, Nursing or Special Ed. The are pretty sharp.