Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

3 March

Flower Art, Abstract Photo Painting: Color Festival This Morning, Free And Uplifting. You Will Smile.

by Jon Katz

Soul Of A Flower: Experiment in Abstract Photo Painting. I’m so glad to have live flowers to photograph, at least for a few days. Thanks to the Cambridge Flower Shop for re-opening. I would appreciate you being appreciated. Come in and look; entry is free.

I like to mix up the colors; it’s an abstract feeling, but flowers are like that.

It’s never just the photo with me; it’s the context of the whole picture.

I love this shade of red; it’s unique to flowers. I don’t see it anywhere else.

The daily landscape after the rain.

 

Soul of a flower, two.

Zinnia is at rest.

 

3 March

Fresh Warm Blankets for Zip, It Rained Last Night, God Forbid

by Jon Katz

 

Maria was upset this morning when she went outside to feed the animals and discovered that Zip’s blanket – he was out hunting – was damp. The farmers I know would not be bothered by this, but Maria said she couldn’t rest knowing Zip’s favorite blanket on the porch was wet, and she wasn’t about to leave it to the sun either.

The win was blowing all over the place, and a few drops came over the wicker basket, Zip’s daytime throne.

So she washed and dried some clean, warm, and dry blankets, and Zip is sleeping in them right now. They are thick, warm, and spotless. Afterward, Zip kept me company as I took some flower photos. When I checked his blanket, he hopped in and showed me his belly for scratching.

The officer who came to check on Zip after some animal rights ding-gong called the police (we don’t let him into the house) may be dropping by this afternoon with his girlfriend, another officer, to visit Zip. Zip already has a lot more friends than I do. He is a charmer.

The deputy and  I hit it off; we are friends. I won’t take the officer’s photo; he could get in trouble for being decent and rational. That is not what the animal rights movement is about these days.

I just checked, and he is warm and sound asleep in his new, dry, and warm blanket. Yesterday, he went up into the hay loft in the big barn.

2 March

One Man’s Truth: Fending Off The Correction Squad. Elitism 101. This Might Be My Best Reply Ever, Says Maria

by Jon Katz

As the country moves towards a total eclipse, I have studied the sun, which I have decided is purple. I’ll explain to you later.

Social media has spawned many good things and a deepening number of not-so-good things. In addition to the Troll Division, there is now a PC Division and an Amateur Diagnoses division for people and animals.

I find them all creepy in different ways despite being a Dyslexic who can’t always see straight and clearly.  I make a lot of mistakes.

Writing in the open online is both gratifying and suffocating.

I was taught to mind my own business, never to correct people I did not know, and to be polite to strangers. Those cultural ethics have all been washed away by the Internet just like a California flood,  and the civility that used to be a common goal or manner has sometimes been violated. Now, it is violated as a matter of course, often by me.

There are no longer any restrictions to obnoxious hordes taking cover behind their computers in their distance and anonymity. I’m working on a healthy response to it.

I wish there were a hearing aid for jerks. I remember my grandfather winking at me as he secretly turned off his hearing aid when my grandmother yelled at him. I feel that way about social media at times.

Last week, a Ph.D. art professor at a very elite college chastised me for daring to  question the precise definitions the art Moguls have placed on its terminology (at least the stuffy wing of art Moguls.

I have never been invited to their meetings.

She wrote that her opinions on art terms could not be debated and insisted that I refrain from ruminating about the confusion between a still life and a portrait. Someone might agree with it.

How dare I think about it, she said. I just seemed ignorant.

A school student there rushed to her teacher’s defense and reminded me that Maria’s art degree (master’s in sculpture) was not worth much since she has no Ph.D. like the professor. So, I needed to pay attention to her.

I taught writing at NYU for five years but never finished college.

(Note: This might be a course in Elitism 201 in disguise.) Since I didn’t pass this along to Maria at first, I escaped being thrown out of the house at breakfast.

If you think I don’t like creative stuffpots who tell other people what to do, you don’t want to be near Maria if she is told her artistic ideas are unimportant because she has no PhD.

Another person, eager to defend the professor,  diagnosed me as being a narcissist because I wouldn’t say I couldn’t bear being disagreed with, although I’m disagreed with every hour of my life, 24/7, see for yourself. To me, being agreed with isn’t the point.

Thinking about what I write is the point, like it or not.

I admit to being nasty too often in response to nastiness. There’s no real excuse for that. I’m doing much better.

Fortunately, I also have the temperament and skin of a mule. I suspect this amateur shrink has yet to have a Ph.D. in psychology or any training. My real shrink, whom I was talking to that day, laughed out loud when I read the comment to her and suggested I had real problems much deeper than that one.

Curious, one of the amateurs shrinks seems to believe to have discovered my secrets.

He and others believe my life centers only on what people say about me. I think I’m pretty nice to people who are nice to me. But I’m biased.

My therapist and I did both end up laughing, which is rare. She’s pretty serious in her work, and I am a challenge.

(Looks red to me. The offending flower)

I admit that my patience for online know-it-alls and yentas (gossips, pests, and rude people)  is wearing thin, especially since I insist on writing openly about my life, and many people find that a target they can’t resist.

Except for the stuffpots, gasbags, and snoots, I’m okay with it.  I’m having fun with my delete button.

And now, the latest stink bomb from social media to come on the scene are the Correction Legions. Some people online live to correct other people online. Pornography makes more sense to me; I can’t fathom how people get off on correcting strangers online.

Pamela sent me this message when I put up a red picture of a tulip yesterday. She has the blunt, didactic, and unquestioning vibe that the correctors have. She has no interest in the flower itself, just the color of it as she sees it or a “mistake” if she can find it.

The florist said it was red; a tag marked it red, and I saw it as red. This isn’t controversial, or anyone’s business but mine, but this is America in 2024.

Everyone with a computer is all-knowing and uninhibited. There is no penalty for being obnoxious, offensive, or intrusive on our Internet. Assholes can come to the party for free.

The first flower picture above is orange, not red,” Pamela announced without further comment.

I responded to her, and Maria said it was my best response to the digital mosquitoes that swarm social media. They bite a lot, but mostly, they itch. There is no spray with which to wipe them out.

Maria is a wise person.

My answer to Pamela:

“So?”

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Pamela did not respond; they never do. They seem to need to figure out why they say what they say.

She just disappeared, perhaps stumped by my response. Readers, please do us all a favor. Please don’t send me a message insisting that the flower is green, orange, or yellow. It’s not a contest or conversation I want to join; I see what I see.

As you may have divined, I  don’t care, blessedly. Although I am 76 years old, I have a lot of better things to do, and I pray I never have that much time to worry about such horseshit.

P.S. The sun’s surface is not really purple, as you might have guessed. It’s actually red. Or orange?

2 March

Good News About Expanding Good: A New Task For The Army Of Good. A Desperate Mother And A Food Pantry With 16 Urgent Needs

by Jon Katz

I have some exciting news—another work of good to go in our basket.

We’ve  helped the Mansion residents, the Albany refugees, Sue Silverstein’s art students, a couple of persecuted farmers, Ukraine refugees, autistic children seeking work, people with no winter shoes and clothes, healthy breakfast foods for refugee kids,  and some dreaming entrepreneurs.

I want to add the issue of epidemic food needs all over our country, allegedly the most prosperous in the world. I want to help a desperate mother and a food pantry that gets busier every month.

I’m adding another need to our good work while adhering closely to our creed of small acts of great kindness. We don’t have much money to toss around, and I don’t wish to get larger, but we have a lot of heart. With their permission, I want to help the Cambridge Food Pantry and peek at the lives of some people who need it so badly. I can count on the Army of Good; it has yet to fail on any project.

A federal report found that 44.2 million people lived in households with difficulty getting enough food to feed everyone in 2022, up from 33.8 million people the previous year. Those families include more than 13 million children experiencing food insecurity, a jump of nearly 45 percent from 2021. It’s believed that number is much higher today.

(SOS I asked Pantry Director Sarah Harrington what items were most needed, and she sent me a list of 16 items. We have yet to get a link to Amazon, but these are simple, readily availble items not availablee to the food pantry from grocery stories or other sources. If you can please send these things in any amount, cases are the best but smaller amounts are welcome. The need is urgent. The items should be sent c/o Sarah Harrington, Executive Director, The Cambridge Food Pantry,  24 East Main Street, Cambridge, N.Y., 12816.If you need a phone for Amazon, 518 677 7152)

Here are the items: chicken noodle soop, mustard, mayonnaise, relish, windex or other window cleaners, vanilla extract, chunky peanut butter, salt, baking powder, black pepper, grated parmesan cheese, bar soap, toothbrushes, toothpaste, baby formula.)

We are working on an Amazon Wish List that makes it simpler to choose items. In the meantime, I hope you’ll be able to help. Chicken noodle soup is the most asked-for item.

Food depravaton is increasingly common among children,  young families and the elderly.

If only billionaires carried as much about hunger as they do about making more money and wrecking our political system. Think what Elon Musk could do with his money.

Most people who go into food pantries wish to keep it private. They are often embarrassed for their needs to be known. Sumer can only afford to do that, with the food pantry, she and her family need help eating.

I understand and respect that. I will only take photos of people eating in the building or picking up food there. No one will be photogoraphed withou theri permission. But it is essential to my work.  I’ve learned that people help people, not institutions.  I want to focus on people who use the food pantry, I am confident I will earm their co-operation as has happened elsewhere. When I talk to Sumer, I know she needs assistance as well – small acts of great kindness..

Sumer, her son Lucca, and their two dogs. Summer says hey have saved her sanity she says, she brought them with her from a disastrous time in Florida. She was washing them when we talked. She has a lot of dog love in her. Jack is the darker one, Sally the blondie.)

The pantry has been looking for people in the community who will talk to me and agree to be interviewed and photographed. Most people said no. Summer said yes, of course.

They found just the right one.

Sumer has said yes to talking with me and being photographed. She is a very needy 28-year-old woman who has a biological son and six or seven children needing care during family distress, ranging from drug abuse to extreme poverty.

She comes every week to the Cambridge Food Pantry, desperate to feed her son and the other children living with her at times. She has one child but takes in any child in need while their parents fight to get better and healthier.

I spent more than an hour on the phone today talking to Sumer; she lives about 20 miles from me. She has one son living with her, and the number of children she cares for varies from one to seven. She admits she can’t afford to feed this many people but won’t abandon those children.  She manages to do it with the help of the food pantry.

Sumer, who is impressive in her talk and thought,  has just taken a job in the kitchen of an assisted care facility, but it pays little, and her life has been a nightmare. The kids in her house usually come and go. So many families are in drug related crisis.

She has been a drug and addict for much of her life; she has been “clean” for three years and has suffered some unimaginable setbacks, violence, mother troubles, and numerous conflicts with the police. She seems intelligent, determined to get her life together, and open and honest about her troubles. We connected easily.

She has had a brutal life since birth; it was hard to hear it.  I’m going to retake her photo this coming week. She texted me the ones used here today.

The food pantry contacted me a couple of weeks ago – the new director, Sarah  Harrington  –  to ask if I could help advocate for the town’s food pantry (whose traffic has nearly doubled in recent years) and help raise awareness about the pantry and the people who need it. She said if there is any way we can help, it is greatly needed. I’m sure there are ways we can help, we need to know more. I’ve asked Sarah Harrington to make up a list of inexpensive things the pantry might need.

She’s working on an Amazon Wish List.

I told Sarah I could do it but only if I stayed within the lines of the Army Of Good, which has been so successful in recent years.

Sumer is the perfect one to talk to in order to illuminate this awful crisis. The economy is making many people rich but also making many people poor. I’ve seen the prices in the grocery stores.

Sumer is not ashamed of needing the help of a good pantry or her addictions and trouble with the law.  She makes no excuses for herself or her anger or addiction issues.  She is working very hard to get her life back in order. I liked talking with her. Before her current job, she worked for a program helping troubled children in Vermont.

I look forward to meeting with her on Thursday. I will only photograph her son, not anyone else’s.

I’ve carefully navigated photo-taking at the Mansion, Bishop Maginn, and Bishop  Gibbons. I never photograph anyone without written permission.

This idea is new to me, and I’m still figuring out how it will work.

It’s valuable to write about how a food pantry works and the many new people flooding these food pantries all over the country. I like the idea of singling out one or two people to focus on and tell the story that way. It could be said anywhere in the country right now, and it is right up the Alley of Our Army of Good.

I think an Amazon Wish List has real promise for us and the pantry.

Summer understands that we don’t have the money to turn her life around, but I suspect there are small ways in which we can help her and spread the word about food pantries that are in need nationwide. There might be some specific needs we can help her with. We’ve been doing this for years.

I’ll be writing about this more in the coming week and, at times, about the pantry itself. This is the right cause for me and the Army of Good. The food crisis needs to get the attention it deserves here and everywhere; the media is too obsessed with politics. The Army of Good has been one of the great successes of my life and one of the greatest joys.
I look forward to meeting Sumer and writing about her and the pantry.

Our philosophy is the same. Small things that make a difference. It would be great to help a desperate mother who wants to turn her life around and a good pantry that has been feeding the hungry for years and needs some recognition, like food pantries everywhere.

I’m happy to advocate for this pantry, which is doing so much good.

2 March

Bird Breakthrough: Figuring Out What Kind Of Bird Photos I Want To Take

by Jon Katz

I’ve had a breakthrough with my bird photography. This challenge is a real challenge.

A couple of weeks ago, I got my hands on and traded for a Leica Bird/Nature lens, a 100-400 mm lens that weighs about 12 pounds. On Monday morning, I’m taking a two-hour Zoom Leika Akedemi class with a brilliant young Boston Photographer and Leica teacher, Donald Pebble.

We will go through every aspect of the new lens, including how to get the kind of bird photos I want. Im not into National Geographic Style photos or Hallmark Card bird cars.

When I started taking flower photos, I tried to find my photographic voice and style, which needed clarification. I have more work and experimentation today and am determined to get it right. Today, I came closer than I have so far. I like these photos; they capture the movement of the Starlings that have just arrived for Spring.

They are beautiful, graceful, and aggressive birds; they dominate feeders and drive smaller birds away from their nests. But they are sure great to photograph.

(The starlings were polite to one another, taking turns and giving each other room. It was the suet they wanted.)

Meanwhile, a breakthrough. This is close to what I hope to do.

I realized one of the problems I had with my bird photos was that I needed to get closer and have a cleaner background to highlight the shapes and details of the word while making the stamp my own. I liked the first photos, but they weren’t the photos that touched my heart.  I also had to keep experiencing with the lenses I did have and hadn’t tried yet. I decided to do the macro lens I got for the flower flowers. I know what those lenses can do. This one is fast.

I left the camera (Leica SLR-S) on auto focus because the first move was quick.

I know when I get the right photos, and I will catch some tomorrow. I pulled up a chair away from the window and just sat for a while, and a batch of Starling – newly arrived here for the Spring- started going after the suet hung over the feeder. I loved their shapes and gymnastics. These are some of the kinds of bird photos. I want to take. Donald will help me go deeper and help me get better use of the new lens and my existing ones. I love these photos today.

Maria built a feeder outside the bedroom window, but until today, the birds at her feeder saw no reason to try it. I was walking past the window when it suddenly filled with dive-bombing but graceful and beautifully defined birds.

I love the curve of this bird’s head; it is both gracious and haunting.

I had to ensure I had a fast lens since the birds never really stopped moving.

These birds dive in and out like jet fighters, pausing only to talk to each other, get a foothold, and grab some suet or feed. I ensured my chair was lower than their eyesight, and they didn’t see me sitting in a dining room chair. The cloudy sky helped me get a transparent background to capture the birds in detail.

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