Saturday, June 26, 2010

words can't express

my love for this city. 

have a beautiful weekend!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

this bird

is flying west.  see you lovelies on the flip side.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

things my dad taught me

· the love of photography

· how to throw a wicked curveball

· the zen of watering the lawn old-school (with a hose) at the end of each day

· behind every good person, there is probably a terrier

· you can play the clarinet and be really good at math and still be cool

· quiet perseverance

· the best scent on a man is soap and water

· sharing a good laugh is just as connecting as a hug or kiss

· take your lunch to work

· be religious about good dental care

· when you are troubled, take a walk

· there is absolute beauty in the tide pool

thanks dad.  you're the best.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

picnic {№6}

not quite summer, but it feels like mid-august and cool grassy spots are prime real estate on a sunday afternoon.

a simple lunch of some of my favorites:  peaches and blackberries...

...a good book and a healthy dose of color...

...sparkly lemonade...

...and indian chicken salad in avocado wraps.

this year it seems a challenge to have time to enjoy a lazy picnic before the thunderstorms roll in.

but darkening skies and distant rumbling are the perfect backdrop to steinbeck.

Monday, June 14, 2010

mosaic monday

good morning beauties! 

last week a friend shared this video and i watched it over and over.  and now i can't stop thinking about hooping.  i had a hoop tucked away in the basement (purchased a few years ago in the brief train-simon-to-be-a-circus-dog phase).  for some reason, i thought it would be a breeze to wrap it around my hips and start swirling away like when i was ten.  umm...not so much.  but the practice is so much fun!  i'm totally cracking myself up over here with the hooping shenanigans.

thank you thank you thank you for all your lovely comments on sunday's post.  this place is always a safe soft spot to land because of you. 

i hope your weeks are filled with sun, fun and laughter.

{photo credits here.}

Sunday, June 13, 2010


this old abandoned gas station sits on a corner in my town that i drive by almost daily.  a few weeks ago some lovely soul sketched a summer meadow that transformed it from outdated utility into a thing of beauty. 

each time i drive by, i am filled with an intensie desire to add color to the black and white canvas.  in my mind's eye, i can see myself with paintbrush in hand, like a happy child with a giant coloring book. 

lately i find myself paying attention to these flashes of fantasy firing in my head.  throughout my life i have been taught to ignore them and consider them something to keep secret.  this can be somewhat shame-producing for me, because, you see, i have these kinds of thoughts all the freakin' time.   

take for example, the letters.  i have a pretty big collection of them.  some of them form words on my walls; some of them are stacked in a room downstairs, waiting for assignment.  during the time i was hanging "beautiful" on the wall, i dreamed that when we are born, we each bring with us a big letter.  throughout our lives, we migrate toward and away from others with whom we form a variety of words, depending on where we each are in our own books.  the others with their own letters are our family, friends, allies, antagonists.  human interaction becomes a giant choreographed dance of language and symbolism and poetry.  the imagery was so beautiful.  since the dream, i often wonder what words are forming between the connections i float through in real life.  it has become a sort of mental game i play...just one more vivid mind film playing concurrently with the one of the flowerbomb exploding from the average fountain and the one where the sweet fat pink cartoon elephant in the room is whispering secrets in my ear during a conversation.

i understand that this kind of overactive imagination has to be contained in order to function in the world.  i've been sufficiently trained to run the stories like a foreign film playing in the background of a party that no one is paying attention to.  but i often wonder what lush garden would have bloomed if a parent or friend or teacher said, "tell me more...", "write it down...", "color me a picture of what that looks like...".  i imagine the person who envisioned a garden on a gas station.  was he encouraged to create?  or did she just go on ahead and paint in spite of doubt and fear?

the other day a friend and i were discussing things we love about being in our forties.  i shared that the biggest thing for me is how infrequently i feel that cringe-worthy embarrassment that plagued me in youth.  i realized that i may actually be becoming comfortable and happy with who i am and (dare i say?) proud of my vision of the world we live in. 

i like my vision, my version, of this colorful magical life. 

{p.s. my guerilla art coloring is strickly of the photoshop variety...}

{p.p.s. thoughts bloomed from today's creativity boot camp promt, ornament.}

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Saturday, June 5, 2010

one hundred things i love {1-10}

1.   white daisies
2.   dr. pepper lip smackers
3.   karmann ghias
4.   garden shops
5.   thunderstorms
6.   stories read aloud
7.   my bed
8.   glass tile mosaics
9.   the european double-kiss greeting
10. ginger ale with crushed ice

p.s.  i do still love nablopomo, but maybe not this month...

i hope your weekends are filled to overflowing with things you love.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

picnic {№5}

  • perfect strawberries
  • yellow flowers
  • hot and humid
  • turkey and brie with fig jam
  • swinging at my own risk from the highest of swings
and today my favorite poem.

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.

women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then) they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can being to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
with by spirit and if by yes

women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

e.e. cummings

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


so the nablopomo theme for june is now.  i'm intrigued.  posting every day for a month would be a nice little summertime project.  but here's the thing:  when i see a project or thing i like, i tend to think i can do it/eat it/buy it/have it forever and ever amen.  i'm obsessive that way.  then i fizzle out.  so the practical (practically invisible) side of me is still on the fence.  is anyone else interested?  there are daily writing prompts...

anyway, happy june junebugs!