The project itself doesn't have an easily googleable site, but "CBS Sunday Morning's" story about all that can be produced from one tree made me happy.
In other tree news, I drove partway up Mt. Evans today, aiming for the West Chicago Lake trail. I didn't like the look of its dirt road so instead strolled around Echo Lake and found another rock in another creek to sit on while reading another book. Under more trees, I should say.
When we were kids, we were sent to the back of the station wagon to sleep during the second feature of a drive-in. My sister sneaked awake once and saw "Audrey Rose," the lurid plot of which she detailed to me and which became the basis of many later games. Maybe because of it, this is how CLH and I decided we should have a code word so that when one tried to haunt the other, she could give the name to prove the haunting was genuine and not someone else's trickery. That code word is probably the one secret I will take to my grave.
I never saw "Audrey Rose." Until now. I recorded it a couple of days ago but only just talked to my sister. I didn't know if watching this movie, like riding an upside-down roller-coaster, was something I needed to do with her. But I at least have her permission.
Because of the subject matter and the age of the child, it's hard not to see "The Exorcist" all through this. Because of the lead actress and the age of the child, it's hard not to see "The Goodbye Girl" too, and that's one bizarre pairing of movies. Anthony Hopkins is the lead actor, so it's hard to dismiss it as trash outright. Yet, at least, 30 minutes in.
[Later.] Definitely more "Exorcist" than "Goodbye Girl," no surprise there. Gee, I wonder how those big windows high over Park Avenue will come into play.
[More than halfway through.] Oh cool, Higgie-baby is in this. I know John Hillerman only as Higgins, and--who was just saying this? maybe Kymm, though she understands acting and I can't get past my typecasting--he and David Ogden Stiers sound so wrong to me in their native Usan voices. I probably would have the same issue if ever I heard James Marsters as someone other than Spike.
I finally emptied the camera. The garden in June, soon after a rainstorm. Obviously, because otherwise the columns' white paint is never so clean as to be so blindingly white.
Now, everything then in flower has faded and the sage and the agastache are coming into bloom--it needs other mid-summer blooming plants to balance all the spring stuff.
There at the near corner, in the blank spot you can see where the lavender has only doubled in its two years, where everything else has grown exponentially.