Falcon P & O

Photography and Oils

fiftystatebanana

6.2.2026 8:26 AM

Tuesday Views: 2 June 2026

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LOCAL: Lowered drone rates, with an emphasis on local deals. Bought a 1:3 canvas and some brushes. I hope have something sketched by Friday. Going out of town this weekend to install a mural in Butler county. My son is graduating high school, so this week is especially busy. I see a bright future for him, and not just because he is so tall he can see over other people’s heads more often than others.

Prom 2026

DRONE: I took the Avata 2 on a quarter mile distance test from a hilltop, optimal conditions. The picture quality is nothing compared to the Mavic 4. I used a polarizing filter on a virtually cloudless day. The river was up and muddy. Looking forward to using polar filters over water on the coast this summer.

No drone work this year, so that’s 18 months of zero work with a drone. I have been flying drones since 2015. They are fun, especially this one.

SCIENCE: Spirit moves through all things. I keep running into articles about people trying to find a way to eliminate drones, something I once considered a perfect learning tool. I often forget how base and convulsed with greed our ruling caste is.

7-8 miles from Ohiopyle on the GAP

Ebola again. Why not? Check out the WHO. Ebola disease. Last I heard, they hope to have it under control…in six months.

Art: Make art where you are, and reveal who you are through the process. Go away and read some books.

I am exploring Random Translation from ¿Cómo suenan las vanguardias? Un mundo – Museo Aural #2a x Carne Cruda.Aural Museum: Self-Guided Sound Journeys at https://www.museoreinasofia.es/ Below is a random meaty expository section and its following translation.

Excerpt: Luego nos separamos. Él en París, yo en España, con nuestro hijo Julián, que también es pintor. Pero volvimos a juntarnos después, 25 años después. Cosas de la vida. Y entonces me dediqué a los paisajes, quizá otra vez por influencia suya.

La inspiración aquella ya se terminó, ya pintaba muy superficial. No sé, no tenía ideas. Si uno no ve nada, pues al final te agotas. Se agota la imaginación. En aquella época una mujer no podía tener libertad de nada.

O quizá por no querer mirar hacia adentro. ¿Aunque sabéis una cosa? Siempre que viajaba en tren me asomaba a la ventana y me imaginaba qué estaría haciendo la gente en el interior de sus casas.

Then we separated. He was in Paris, I was in Spain, with our son Julián—who is also a painter. But we eventually got back together—twenty-five years later. That’s just how life goes. And that was when I turned my focus to landscapes—perhaps, once again, under his influence.

That earlier inspiration had run its course; my painting had become very superficial. I don’t know—I simply had no ideas. If you don’t see anything, well, eventually you burn out. Your imagination runs dry. Back then, a woman couldn’t have freedom in anything.

Or perhaps it was because I didn’t want to look inward. Though, do you know something? Whenever I traveled by train, I would gaze out the window and imagine what the people inside their homes might be doing.