Tippi Hedren and Edith Head’s Costume for The Birds
Later today, I’ll be heading down the road about 60 miles to Charlottesville to see Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds at the historic Paramount Theater. Afterward, there will be a live Q&A session with Tippi Hedren, icy blonde star of the movie, and, oh, by the way, Melanie Griffith’s mother.
The event is a highlight of the 2013 Virginia Film Festival.
I generally love Hitchcock; The Birds not so much.
Maybe it’s because I am always distracted by the suit. The trim, slim, sickly green Edith Head suit that Hedren wore through 90 percent of the action.
This trip out West has been an enviable experience, but in all honesty, we have hit a slump.
The same swirling weather system that brought record-breaking tornadoes to Oklahoma and the Midwest in the last couple of weeks created dry but unusually robust winds along our travel route. Gusts have been as high as 35-50 miles per hour at the worst of it.
We made the turn north from Las Cruces, New Mexico, up toward the Four Corners and Santa Fe at about the time the storms began to brew.
Along I-26 not far from Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, the smaller awning on Herman’s side began to swing in and out, rolling itself back up more haphazardly with each bang against the coach. We pulled off the highway into the parking lot of a chile packing plant and braved flying dust as I held our flimsy aluminum stepladder and Herman climbed up to see what could be done. Nada. Zippy-dee-doo-dah. Continue reading →
When we’re on the road I like to head for the local market if I can.
The Saturday Farmers Market at the Santa Fe, New Mexico, Railyard
Why do I like farmers markets?
1)I like to support area farmers. When neighboring farmers can make a living, then their land is safer from development and disappearance. My home in Fredericksburg is less than three miles away from I-95, one of the most polluted, clogged, and urbanized highways in the U.S. Yet just two miles in the other direction are pastures, fields, and breathing space for the soul and the lungs.
Singing River Farm booth at the Santa Fe Farmers Market, with a singing farmer.
2) I like the quality of produce that is fresh from the ground or the tree branch. At the farmers market I can find tomatoes that don’t smell like plastic, lettuce that was resting on the earth just hours ago, and cucumbers that haven’t been waxed shinier than my kitchen floor. Continue reading →