Yeah, I'm already behind on my whole plan. So what are you gonna do, shoot me?
My thoughts on whatever passes through my line of sight.
3/31/2010
3/21/2010
3/20/2010
365: March 20, 2010
Happy Spring! Today, the calendar says it's the Vernal Equinox, and Mother Nature has completely complied. 70 degrees and sunny, it's a day that brings on inspiration. While I've fallen behind on the writing, (at least on the blog), I've been itching to get more of my photos out in the world. So today, on the first day of spring, I'm launching my own 365 photo project.
Most of these consist of taking a photo a day. But me, I wanna be a little different - so I'm going to post one that I take, and one that I select from my library. Sometimes they might have a theme, other times two different perspectives on the day, or, most likely, just ones I like. So here is my inaugural set. Enjoy!
Taken while hiking through the Pisgah Forest in Brevard, NC.
Taken today, part of our lunch, some marinated mushrooms from Mike's Red Barn in NH.
Most of these consist of taking a photo a day. But me, I wanna be a little different - so I'm going to post one that I take, and one that I select from my library. Sometimes they might have a theme, other times two different perspectives on the day, or, most likely, just ones I like. So here is my inaugural set. Enjoy!
Taken while hiking through the Pisgah Forest in Brevard, NC.
Taken today, part of our lunch, some marinated mushrooms from Mike's Red Barn in NH.
4/20/2009
Rainy Days and Mondays....
It's been a while since I've written. I mean, really written. I've posted pictures, mused on memes and otherwise tossed a post off here or there, but I've had lack of inspiration to get deep and dirty on the writing. Maybe it was because I was feeling intimidated by the blogs I read that have such great posts that make me think and all that was on my mind was the mundane everyday. Maybe. Or maybe in some ways, I was hitting a writing bug monthly with the fabu Deb and writing babes that I didn't need this anymore. Maybe.
But today, amidst the drumming of the rain, something started to burrow through my brain. An urge to write. And to not care about if it was mundane. I needed to have my fingers fly over keys and alliteration to flow from fingers.
So I thought back to a piece I had written a while ago with the writing babes. It was something that I kept meaning to go back to and tweak a little, but never felt the motivation. But today I did. And today I'm going to share - not caring about the feedback or thoughts but just feeling like a writer again.
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LOVE AS AN EXTREME SPORT
He stands across the room. Debonair, there is a toffee curl brushing his lashes. One hand rests gingerly on the rail; the other slinks into his pocket. A sparkle jumps as with a click he flips open his timepiece. Girls, powdered and glossed, cast subtle glances his way with eyelashes fluttering and cheeks flushing. I look. He looks. Our eyes meet, the music swells. In an instant he moves across the floor, whisper soft as he wraps his arm around my waist and strokes my cheek. A moment of bliss.
When you are nine, this is your definition of love. Swells of music, meaningful glances, silken gowns, top hats. The kiss. The sunset. The happy ever after. So you wait for it, you search for it, you fight against it, you embrace it, and you even experience some of it. But soon you wonder, is that all love is.
Hopeless romantics and greeting card writers would say it’s more. Love becomes bigger and deeper. An emotion that overtakes every sense and feeling leaving you powerless in it’s thrall. Love is a very splendored thing. Love conquers all. All you need is love. Yes, that’s true.
Broken hearted cynics and teenage songwriters will say is fades. It gets lost, becoming a memory that teases your mind, like an imprint in the sand. Only fools fall in love. Love will break your heart. Love stinks. Yes, that’s true.
See, for me it’s complex. It’s commitment and passion and laughter and pain. It’s daily decisions and overwhelming emotions. It’s not a moment, but a lifetime. Even under the best of circumstances it tears you up, spits you out and breaks your heart over and over. In big “I never want to see you again” ways and small “ you didn’t do the dishes again” ways. It never stops. It never stops taking you on a ride up, down and sideways.
If you listen to the writers and musicians and poets you can believe that once love is found everything else will be easy. But there’s no happy ending, because there is no ending. It keeps moving, love keeps moving. It runs, it crawls, it pulls you and pushes you.
But that’s what so wonderful. It’s not predictable, or easy. And while on some days it’s all that helps you stand on your two feet, you know, even when it’s here to stay, it can still kick your ass.
But today, amidst the drumming of the rain, something started to burrow through my brain. An urge to write. And to not care about if it was mundane. I needed to have my fingers fly over keys and alliteration to flow from fingers.
So I thought back to a piece I had written a while ago with the writing babes. It was something that I kept meaning to go back to and tweak a little, but never felt the motivation. But today I did. And today I'm going to share - not caring about the feedback or thoughts but just feeling like a writer again.
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LOVE AS AN EXTREME SPORT
He stands across the room. Debonair, there is a toffee curl brushing his lashes. One hand rests gingerly on the rail; the other slinks into his pocket. A sparkle jumps as with a click he flips open his timepiece. Girls, powdered and glossed, cast subtle glances his way with eyelashes fluttering and cheeks flushing. I look. He looks. Our eyes meet, the music swells. In an instant he moves across the floor, whisper soft as he wraps his arm around my waist and strokes my cheek. A moment of bliss.
When you are nine, this is your definition of love. Swells of music, meaningful glances, silken gowns, top hats. The kiss. The sunset. The happy ever after. So you wait for it, you search for it, you fight against it, you embrace it, and you even experience some of it. But soon you wonder, is that all love is.
Hopeless romantics and greeting card writers would say it’s more. Love becomes bigger and deeper. An emotion that overtakes every sense and feeling leaving you powerless in it’s thrall. Love is a very splendored thing. Love conquers all. All you need is love. Yes, that’s true.
Broken hearted cynics and teenage songwriters will say is fades. It gets lost, becoming a memory that teases your mind, like an imprint in the sand. Only fools fall in love. Love will break your heart. Love stinks. Yes, that’s true.
See, for me it’s complex. It’s commitment and passion and laughter and pain. It’s daily decisions and overwhelming emotions. It’s not a moment, but a lifetime. Even under the best of circumstances it tears you up, spits you out and breaks your heart over and over. In big “I never want to see you again” ways and small “ you didn’t do the dishes again” ways. It never stops. It never stops taking you on a ride up, down and sideways.
If you listen to the writers and musicians and poets you can believe that once love is found everything else will be easy. But there’s no happy ending, because there is no ending. It keeps moving, love keeps moving. It runs, it crawls, it pulls you and pushes you.
But that’s what so wonderful. It’s not predictable, or easy. And while on some days it’s all that helps you stand on your two feet, you know, even when it’s here to stay, it can still kick your ass.
3/30/2009
Photo Friday: Extreme Close Up
This week's photo friday inspired me to break out my christmas present from my mom. A set of macro filters. About a hundred photographs later, I found some that I liked.
The flowers J bought me for absolutely no reason. Some yellow carnations, aren't they special?
Then I thought I'd take some new photos of my lovely ring that J gave me. Of course, seeing it this close up, I realized it needs a major cleaning, but on the carnation you cant see how scratched and dirty it is.
Which led me to thinking other jewelery of mine would make some pretty pictures. This bracelet I almost never wear, but it was my grandma's and I think it's just beautiful, in that 1920's flash kinda way
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And last but not least, I decided to play around with my class ring, since that hasn't been out of my jewelry box for about 15 years.
The flowers J bought me for absolutely no reason. Some yellow carnations, aren't they special?
Then I thought I'd take some new photos of my lovely ring that J gave me. Of course, seeing it this close up, I realized it needs a major cleaning, but on the carnation you cant see how scratched and dirty it is.
Which led me to thinking other jewelery of mine would make some pretty pictures. This bracelet I almost never wear, but it was my grandma's and I think it's just beautiful, in that 1920's flash kinda way
.
And last but not least, I decided to play around with my class ring, since that hasn't been out of my jewelry box for about 15 years.
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