Art, music, whatever
And then there was Cindy Morgan.
“Who she, Kim?”
This Cindy Morgan, from Caddyshack :
“Oh yeah.”
And she grew up, as they say, rather well:
Apparently, she was in some movie named Tron :
…but I never saw it because genre. To continue:
Of course, she’s no spring chicken now — she’s my age — but she has matured, in the nicest possible way:
Quite lovely, then and now.
…or thereabouts, when I thought that Uma Thurman was quite possibly the sexiest woman alive. Here she is at her quirkiest, sexy best, talking to Conan O’Brien.
Like many beautiful movie actresses, I don’t think that the still camera does her justice, because her whole appearance is lively, her face animated and let’s not even talk about that body. Even then, though, she’s exquisite:
Even her offbeat pics are sexy:
And was there ever a sexier assassin?
…or gangster’s girlfriend?
Did I say “twenty years ago”? Nah, she’s still tops.
I know Karen Gillan has a pretty face, red hair and freckles:
…but can we just take a minute to appreciate her legs?
Okay, we can carry on now.
From Alan Fearnley, of whom I have spoken before (right-click to embiggen):
Yes, it’s a romantic 1950s-era scene — the period I yearn for.
As a rule, I tend to prefer Impressionist landscape paintings, such as Monet’s Morning:
That doesn’t mean I’m completely averse to the more realistic style, though, and I also think that 19th-century American painters are quite noteworthy, especially those of the Hudson Valley School. Here are a few from John William Casilear, for example, that are quite lovely:
Hudson View
(One might think that this is an Impressionist painting, unless one has actually seen the Upper Hudson Valley at this time of day…)
Lake George (early)
Lake George (later)
Saratoga Springs
New Hampshire Beach
Sea Scene
Sunset
My favorite Casilear, though, is a moodier piece:
Moon Rise
Landscape art, I think, is supposed to calm the viewer and make them wonder at the beauty of Nature. Casilear’s work does that, in spades.
I have to say that for an armchair commentator and pundit like me, there’s not much to write about at the moment — I’m really bored with politics — which is why the posts on this here back porch have recently been mostly about cars, boobs, guns and a little bit of art.
Not, as one Reader told me, that this is necessarily A Bad Thing, especially when it comes to the classics:
1935 SS (later Jaguar) 90 Airline
Yvonne Furneaux
And just for the hell of it, a different take on the venerable Ruger 10/22: a twin-gun mount with a Gatling-style actuator and two 25-round mags:
John Atkinson Grimshaw — Boar Lane, Leeds
I would respectfully suggest that all the above are desirable, for different reasons.