Poem by Rockwell Kent Dear Sir, You ask me how to buy Great art for your collection. You’ll pardon me, therefore, if I Am frank in this connection. First, then, avoid the purchase of Whatever gives you pleasure, For probably the things you love Are bad beyond all measure. Beware the dealer’s guiding hand And grasp it with misgiving; He knows that you know nothing, and That’s how he makes his living. All studio receptions shun And Greenwich Village dances And when you meet an artist, run Like mad from his advances. Mistrust all articles on Art And critic’s expositions; From dilettantes stay apart, And shy at exhibitions. In fact, one single rule I know Which possibly may aid you, And that is simply this; lay low And trust in God who made you. And when you’re sure a thing’s not great And know that you don’t like it, Buy it at once; don’t hesitate; And ten to one, you’ll strike it.
I belong to an egroup, in which I am NOT an active participant. For the past month I kept on finding messages like this one:
This is my tribute to the many photographers on LJ whose work I admire so much that it got me out of my rooted feeling that I would never be good at photography, and whose encouragement keeps me going when I still get discouraged occasionally.
We were so lucky to be able to watch and document this…photos were by KM, at the Insectarium in the St Louis Zoo.
I went gallivanting with my camera after my miserable failure to get a good shot of the Cardinal, after which the St Louis baseball team is named. The Tamron lens is a whole new animal and my learning is slow…but yesterday I did get these pictures, and