Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

19 December

A Victory For The Muleheads. The Return Of A Q2 Monochrome…I’m Proud And Happy. You Can FInd A Vocation Anytime In Life

by Jon Katz

I did it, and I’m proud of it. I hired a geek kid I used to write about and gave him $50 to use his AI software (he is obsessed) to find a black and white camera I could afford. He scoured the nation in minutes for used monochrome cameras, preferably Leica Monochrome Q2s, and saw what he could find.

AI is formidable.

I found a Japanese bargain, two cameras I’d never heard of, and just outside Chicago, an old and slightly scarred Leica Q2 monochrome for about one-fifth the price of a new Q2 or a used one, almost new (well, not NEW), along with a dozen other used cameras that were too damaged or uncertain.

(A monochrome camera is a camera that produces an image containing only shades of black, white, gray, sepia, brown, or cyan. These cameras are more sensitive than color cameras and can be used with much lower light levels. Monochromatic schemes usually consist of three to seven color variations in your one-color palette, with darker shades, lighter tints, and duller tones of the original color. Contrary to what you might expect, cool colors often look brighter than warm colors.)

Color cameras can take photos a monochrome can’t, and monochrome take photos that color cameras can’t. The trick is learning how to choose real images to get the monochrome to reflect my desired color mix. It’s not simple, but worth the trouble.

The used camera market is wild; fools like me always trade cameras and try new ones. Unlike most, I don’t look for the new, latest stuff but for the old and proven stuff.

It was a great deal. I’m taking young Eric, out for dinner. I’m rusty in black and white. Tomorrow will be a black-and-white day if the sun is right. I don’t think the Q2 is good for portraits – you can’t get close enough, but it’s great for almost everything else.

I have two years with no interest to pay for it. The seller runs photoshop, but he said he needed some cash, and we worked out an excellent deal. I think it was his camera; he spoke lovingly of it. Come and see the pictures I took with it as it was getting dark. I’m learning how to survive in a country of billionaires.

I’m proud of myself; I admit it.

As some might recall, I traded in the Q2 monochrome I loved more than a year ago and have missed it sorely.

I love taking color photographs, but I also love black and white, and Leica Q2 monochromes are generally considered the best and one of the less expensive ones, which is not to say they are cheap. Nothing Leica makes or sells is cheap.

I can’t leave these cameras to the rich; they make all the difference.

I started thinking I could never afford a monochrome Leica, then became stubborn and determined. I won’t let money stop me, and I won’t let age stop me; I needed to find a way around it, and I did.

I jumped at the deal.

To the one or two people who suggested it was a waste of money, I should be happy with what I have and didn’t really need this – nuts. If I listened to people like that, I’d still be chasing fires for the Atlantic City Press.

People have told me not to do things I wanted or needed to do all my life.

I couldn’t let other people set my agenda, sink or swim; I had to be, move forward, or like a shark, I’d perish if I didn’t move. Tell me not to do something and consider it done.

I’m blessed to have a wife who supports and understands me. She is always there for me and knows how creativity works.

When the FedEx truck pulled in, I threw a ball for Zinnia in the pasture. I flipped at the idea he might go away (signature was required) before I got there, and I ran too fast. I fell into a pasture on my knee and struggled to get up.

Maria came running – she is always my hero, got me up and rushed to the FedEx truck to tell the driver we were there. Maria can be a pit bull. I knew there was no chance she would let the driver get away, and I was right. I heard her shouting for him 100 yards away.

I hobbled after her, a little embarrassed. My knee hurts, and my back and jeans are covered in mud. I’ll pay for this for a couple of days. But I’m thrilled; Maria is my hero; she took off like a running back and intercepted the driver. She said she didn’t even want to think about my mood if we missed the truck.

The camera arrived today in the original box; it looked old but in good shape; it was a true find, and when I called my Leica teachers, they said it was a steal.

They said I was fortunate, and they got on the phone with me until I got the settings right and was ready to take a picture. They offered a Zoom meeting when I got the camera out of the box.

Whenever I get a new camera or lens, I first take a photo of Maria (above), so I rushed into her studio and found her with a gorgeous coin belt a fellow belly dancer sent her. She was excited, so Fate got keen—an excellent first monochrome photo.

I did the Zoom with my Leica teachers ($175 an hour), and we reviewed the camera; they pronounced it a “fantastic” deal and even gave me some applause.  They were both excellent teachers and broke my phobia about dials and settings.

There was no charge; they were happy to check the camera out with me and said I had done myself proud. I blushed; no teacher in my life has ever said that.

It was the perfect photo to kick off my return to monochrome, and I took several more, including one I took with my original Q2. I don’t think I could tell the difference. It seemed fitting to capture our new motto as it got darker and darker. I was in a hurry.

Lulu is happy to pose for a new camera. She knows the drill. She’s getting gray. She got two fresh apples.

It was getting dark when the monochrome arrived. I had little light, but I hurried up and got some shots. I’m thrilled. My photography took a giant leap forward and will be more balanced and exciting. I wanted to get the monochrome because it is perfect for winter, storms, and the Winter Pasture, which is almost upon us. I promised my photos would be better next Spring; now, I know they will be.

Stay tuned. I’m looking forward to taking good and better photographs. I guess it is a vocation, after all. I’m told that we can find a vocation anytime in life. I guess it’s true.

I couldn’t find Zip, but Zinnia was the right choice. This was taken with my original monochrome; I wanted to share it also. It is lovely to get back into black and white and color a gain.

19 December

Steel And Glass: Can The Universe Survive Us? Do We Deserve To Live On This Earth?

by Jon Katz

When I came to the country 20 years ago and spent a few days alone, I knew I had to live here. I had been hearing about the destruction of natural life for years but paid little attention to it, like most people. The trees and hills and hawks and wildflowers transformed me. I could never go back.

I understand now that nature and a life with animals around me are essential for my physical and mental health. I am not sure humans are fit to keep the planet healthy or even want to. In our country, making more and more money seems much more important than preserving the earth or the animals who live there.

The world has been turned into steel and glass,” writes Joan Chittister. “We must go on guided nature walks now to see what we are missing. Maybe that’s why we no longer see the price we pay for our demise.”

When the animal rights movement gets through driving domesticated animals out of our lives and into their obscurity and death,  and the builders run out of earth to build on, then the only place our children can see an elephant, horse, or pony is on YouTube.

It’s almost impossible to persuade people to preserve what we do not see, live with, or value. We are paying for and pursuing our demise. Perhaps it is just too disturbing to think about or focus on. Or maybe that is the price of being so greedy.

Rachel Carson wrote: “The more we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the  universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.” Rachel Carson was sadly mistaken.

Carson said that hopeful statement long ago; sadly, history has proven her wrong. The banishment of working animals from human beings and the destruction of environment after environment is well underway. Our former president says it’s a hoax, and most people in his party agree.

It seems most people in the world agree with him. I don’t. Worthy people have warned us for years, and the truth is now upon us. I hope the next generation will do a better job than we have to get humanity to see the truth.

I can’t take care of the world and shouldn’t, but I can care for myself. I’ll never again live anywhere where I can not be close to nature or the animals who have been our partners on the planet since its creation.

And Maria and I are committed to doing everything, large or small, that we can to save our beautiful earth.

 

 

19 December

Video: Speaking “My Truth,” A Fiber Painting From Maria

by Jon Katz

Maria and I did another video today about her exciting new fiber painting called “My Truth.” In the video, she explains what inspired the piece and talks about how she incorporated some beautiful and vintage fabric.

She’s almost finished. It’s another unique and touching piece. Maria is doing to charge $300 for it.

(Feature photo: Maria comforting Minnie the day she died.)

I love how she explains her process; people rarely see an artist do that.

We had a good time, as usual.

A woman messaged me to tell me not to interrupt Maria during her videos; it irritated her. I didn’t call the woman a grumpy old fart, as I almost did; I just decided to have a little fun in the video and deleted her, which is nourishing.

Come and see.

Maria and I have a great time doing these videos, and I constantly interrupt her at the same point when she forgets to say something is for sale and how much it costs. We bought some good laughs out of the message. Come and see.

The chemistry in our videos is unique. As a former TV producer, I recognize visual talent when I see it. Maria is at ease talking about her art, and she looks great on the screen. We never need a second try; it just comes together naturally.

She is eloquent when talking about her feelings for the things she creates. I’m grateful for the chance to do this with her. We have a lot of fun. And yes, I interrupt her, not that she pays much attention.

The fiber painting is almost done; one customer of Maria’s says she is interested in it but hasn’t decided yet if she wants to buy it. If someone reads this and wants to buy the piece, you can contact Maria directly at [email protected].

Otherwise, it will go on her Etsy page in a few days. It’s special.

19 December

Farm Journal, Tuesday, December 19, 2023. Fate At Rest, Prince Zip’s Eating Crab, The Sun Has Returned

by Jon Katz

A rain and windstorm just ended, and a gorgeous sky appeared in its place. This morning, I brought Zip some crab salad with too much mayonnaise for me but just enough for him. I’m calling him Prince Zip; he loves his thrones.

 

Prince Zip with his crab salad

Fate at rest, graceful and haunting as usual.

 

My blue sky came back with a vengeance.

19 December

First Report: Toilet Chronicle. We Love It. I Believe It’s The Future, Even For The Rich

by Jon Katz

I never thought of loving a toilet before, but I am happy with our new composting toilet in our bedroom. So is Maria.

(Photo, our bedroom 5 a.m. The toilet is on the other side of the door.)

It will not only prevent falls down the stairs one day while rushing to the bathroom, but it is easy, sanitary, inexpensive, and practical in the climate change era. The toilet is just what the manufacturers say and promised. No surprises.

I never thought of writing about a toilet either, but guess what – it’s a beautiful picture at night when the light inside is one and our former outhouse door peers into the night. I thank my photography, which brings life to truth and reality.

We did need to build a small bathroom around the toilet, which is in a corner of our rather large bedroom. We couldn’t afford to take the house apartment upstairs for new plumbing, and there was no reason to. Our new toilet does everything the others do except flush.

A surprising number of people have been writing to ask me how Maria and I feel about the toilet, something I never even heard of a year ago. Our Nature’s Head composting toilet went operational Sunday; as of now, we have used it at least once.

I’m trying to be delicate about this, but I promised to share the experience, so I will say we’ve only urinated, no bowel movements for now.

We have a bathroom downstairs, so this toilet will have limited use – at night and in emergencies; Maria can speak for herself and has, on her blog.

We are happy with the cost, clarity, ease of use, and structure that Dan Rogers built around it. The toilet makes sense in many ways, at least for us. We have no complaints. Maria will put her artistic genius to work and make the room warm and colorful.

There are only two of us; we live in a small farmhouse and have a working bathroom downstairs. Looking down the road, it seems wise to have a bathroom upstairs, as older people often need to do. It isn’t something I like talking about, either. But it’s important and hopefully useful.

Being open is being open. The blog is the story of my life and the people who enter it, and eliminating is a universal experience. It’s a creative challenge to write about it.

If you are like me, I’d recommend hiring an experienced plumber, carpenter, or handyman to help set it up. It wasn’t a problem for Maria, but it was beyond me.

Once set up, it is almost shockingly simple to use.

It is well-built, solid to sit on, and straightforward to clean. If needed, you can drop toilet paper into the bowel opening, separate from the urine bucket.

I’m persuaded that there will be no odor. The toilet is self-contained.

The bucket has no odor to date; we always have the fan on as suggested (it’s silent and draws very little power). The fan takes any odor outside and keeps the composting material moist. It has to be moist to absorb the waste matter.

We spray water and vinegar into the town after each use. The composting material – we use coco coir – comes in small blocks (very inexpensive) and needs soaking in water before use. The company recommends using the cheapest toilet paper, it is absorbed more quickly than the good stuff.

The bowel section, as I call it, is emptied but otherwise self-cleansed.

The composting is done in the bowel movement compartment.

If it’s not used much (ours won’t be),  the compost is removed every month or two by putting a 13-gallon garbage bag over the compartment, turning it over into the bag, and taking it out to the compost heap; if you have one.

The urine bucket needs cleansing with a cleansing spray. The company recommends water and vinegar.

I was nervous about using this new toilet but quickly overcame it. It’s comfortable and easy.  It’s just like going to the bathroom. Men should sit down on the toilet, not urinate standing up.

Almost anyone, even young children, could use this toilet. Still, it’s especially timely and relevant to camping, traveling in RVs, living in tiny homes, or living in old ones like ours without much solid plumbing. I believe a toilet is the future, for all kinds of reasons.

All kinds of people are using these toilets now, and from the reviews I’ve read, they like them. They are drawing much attention in states where water is becoming a major political issue.

I’ll keep providing updates, but I wanted to write and say this has gone very well so far, and we are 100 percent pleased with it. I write this hoping to be helpful as long as people want to hear about it.

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