Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Lumen prints, revisited. A friend suggested that I "bleach" them with potassium ferricyanide, and it worked wonderfully. I have plans for these. I'll let you know when my plans come to fruition.

I have a favor to ask.

If you're reading this, please leave in the comments section your favorite encouraging quote, scripture verse, song, poem, whatever. Something that is HOPEful. Something that inspires courage and reminds you that IT WILL GET BETTER. something that you have called on in times of need.

I'll leave you with a few crappy cell phone pictures of sunsets that I've taken recently.

there's this color in sunsets and sunrises
i don't know what it's called
it's elusive
green gold blue
so calm
the color of purelove
no fear
just knowing courage
i want to be that color

Thursday, November 5, 2015


This day-long drive is my favorite. As I head west, the horizon opens up, and so does my heart. I crave that feeling as I drive through the canyons...that feeling of renewal, oneness, openness, observation. No more judgement or inner criticism. Just being. the old me, current me, and future me all together. a right perspective.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

What can I say, except that blogging is no longer a catharsis?

I don't know what it is anymore. It's a rare occurrence, for one thing.
Anyway, as usual, there's far more going on underneath the surface than it appears.

It's good, though. Good, deep roots growing, with plenty of rain. :p

1. I'm tired of funerals and illnesses. It doesn't matter how "squared away" I think I am on the subject of death and dying, when it really happens I have a little mini-crisis. It's different now, though. It's all on the inside....which I prefer.

2. The change of seasons still slows me down and makes me a little blue. I guess it always will.

3. I am learning to forgive. I don't need to have justice served to know that I've done no wrong. Instead of feeling hurt, I can see that it's not even about me.

4. I still have these little nihilistic moments, and I hate them. I think they come from not being mindful...when I'm more of an automaton in my own life. Looking at family photos and taking care of myself tends to get me back to right.

So, tell me what's going on with you. What are you reading? How are you feeling? (tell me!)

Thursday, October 1, 2015


People were in really good spirits on this night. The city kept all of the family friendly activities on one end of the square, and allowed all of the beer vendors on the other end. I think it worked out well.

First time using Ilford HP5 Plus, 400 ISO
Minolta Maxxum 700
D76 developer x 12.5 minutes

Monday, September 21, 2015

I love her laugh
when she thinks her brother is hilarious
I love her hands
patting my back as she hugs me
I love her imagination
as she creates entire worlds on a rainy afternoon
I love her breathing
when she's dreaming
I love her mercy
because she is quick to forgive
I love her style
when she wears a cape and witch hat to the market
I love her empathy
because she has a heart for the underdog
I love her
more than words can say

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Apparently I tend to boss around complete strangers.

We saw these kids walking along the square, carrying their instruments. Here's what happened next:

Me: Hi guys! Are y'all gonna play in this spot?

them: We're thinking about it.

Me: Where are you from?

Them: We're from this little town near here. (They go on to tell me where they're from.)

Me: I live there!

(Then we have a short conversation about who we know in common. They're such sweet kids.)

Me: So...what are you doing? Are you going to play??

Them: ::nervous laughter::

Me: Next time bring your guitar case for tips.

Them: We're not here for the money. ::looking slightly unsure of that statement::

Me: Take your hat off and put it on the ground. (I place the hat upside down in front of the boys.) Now, play your best song.

In less than five minutes, I counted more than $10 placed into the hat. I took a polaroid of them (after asking :p), and placed it in the hat with a couple of bucks.

My friend teased me about how motherly I was to them, but I felt SO proud of them! It takes guts to play in public.

I told them to come back next weekend and bring the case.