Through thin paper, or Reflective, Yes, but Up to a Point

Pages 15 and 16, New York Times, January 27, 2019, through the sunlight.

On a very cold Wednesday, I was catching up to the Sunday New York Times Arts & Leisure section of Jan. 27, 2019, holding it between fingers, the pages spread wide (me wearing my readers). The day was sunny for a change, and light brightened the living room through the picture window. At page 15 of the 16-page section is a story about 21-year-old rapper Kodak Brown. Two photos, one a portrait the other a performance shot, accompany the story. Flip to the next and final page, 16, and there is a story about 78-year-old painter Pat Steir. Four photos, a small portrait, a large image of her "Barnes" series and a couple of detail shots, flesh out the story.
I skimmed both articles, the one about the painter last, and held up the last page to see the Stier photos more closely, then flipped back.
Turns out, newsprint and the ink used to make newspapers, have some magical qualities. One is transparency (and the irony of using the words newspapers and transparency at this particular point in time is not lost on me, but I'm not getting into those weeds right now).
When the paper is held up to the light, the images meld together.
I think the headline for the story about Kodak Brown, "Reflective, Yes, but Up to a Point" captures what happens when the photos from pages 15 and 16 meet in the sunshine.
Here are the pages as they look unreflected.

The original photographs were by Gerardo Mora and Ike Edeani.

Sunday Serendipity (on Monday). And cancer

Well, in spite my best efforts, Sunday got away from me. However, now that it is Monday I can more fully reflect on the weekend.

My favorite part of every Sunday is the New York Times. I always reach for Sunday Styles, Week in Review and Sunday Business, and thereafter the front section and the Book Review. As Philip Roth's latest offering was on the cover of the Book Review this week, I felt comfortable in AVOIDING IT COMPLETELY. If you get my drift. Angry old Jewish men. Writing about their anger. No thank you.

Ann Coulter catering to gay conservatives on the Sunday Styles cover. Gads. I read it, but it was more about AC than why gays think its acceptable for them to support her.

Ahem.

Twist and I had a lovely walk in the Sunday dusk, below a silvery-gold crescent moon.

Wait.

What's that you say?

It wasn't PINK!!!!!!!

Oh, the nerve of Mother Nature to ignore Breast Cancer Cancer Cancer Cancer Cancer Cancer, oh, one more time, Cancer Month! The nerve. Fountain waters are pink this month. Big, burly football players are wearing pink gloves. Even the Sunday funnies in the newspaper are pink. So seriously. Get with it Mom.

That said.

My style icon for Sunday is a new acquaintance, Jill Black, from Mary Worth. That's right. Black. She looks to be a real hard case who will reduce Adrian Cory, who is as dumb as a drawer full of hammers, to a puddle of jelly while helping her "choose" her wedding dress. Again, imagine the nerve of the comic strip's author introducing a character named BLACK!!! during pink cancer month.

And speaking of cancer, cancer, cancer, I like this post from Blag Hag.

The "illustration" is done by deviantART muro. Just call me Jacksonia Pollock.

Cheers. Happy Cancer Month!

Nanny States

I have been reading about the turmoil in Tehran and throughout Iran following the recent election in the New York Times and the Wall Street Journal. I have also seen the video of the young woman shot by the paramilitaries in Tehran.

Tehran is supposed to be a beautiful city. And Iran, a complicated place in Asia. Muslim, but not Arab. I would love to visit someday.

I don't know anyone from Iran. In fact, I have no aquaintances whatsoever in Iran, Iraq and/or all points in that direction.

I admire the idea behind the protests. What is the point of an election if the results are not fair, transparent and public? What is the point of an election with hanging chads?

Tough to be an American and criticize the results when our own recent history is not so stellar.

Yet

As one single American, I wish for a peaceful and just resolution to the turmoil in Iran.

Turning guns and batons on your own people is wrong, and, if you take it to its logical conclusion, quite stupid. That goes for North Korea, Zimbabwe, Myanmar and others.

Don't kill your citizens. Let them speak. If you cannot do that, your silence speaks volumes.