Nothing more, nothing less.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Each time Older Daughter comes home, we see her more grown. This visit she has cooked more, cleaned more, and tomorrow night she and a friend are throwing a party. It was fun to share recipes and party ideas with her-I've always loved throwing parties, myself. I love her here with her sleeves pushed up and her hands in the bowl.
She leaves in another week for the whole summer, and comes home only briefly before her year in The City of Lights.
My little buddy.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
This photo is wild to me. First of all. there are the lines of the window, the blinds, the porch chairs, and the wind chimes. Secondarily, you have the reflection-of the staircase and of me in my signature tie-dye shirt. I have several of them. Everyone in my part of this city knows me by these shirts. I had no intention of getting the inside of the house, so I was surprised that without a flash there was so much reflection.
Sitting on my front porch on a breezy summer evening and listening to night sounds fills me with peace. I photograph this favorite place with love.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Seriously, I wish y'all would come over. I have some fun stuff to play with.
I look at other people's houses, all minimalist and sleek, and I think to myself, "WOW! How clean! How neat!" Our house is full of stuff. But every single piece of the stuff means something to us. People love to give me airplanes, and there's a reason for that. I have a real fondness for travel. Recently a dear friend of mine who is a professor at one of the local institutes of higher learning gave me this copper music box, which has an airplane that flies around the outside and back into the hangar. It plays "Around the World in Eighty Days" with that peculiar plink-plink that only a music box can produce.
I love this thing.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
This is a tiny nightstand. It has just room enough for one photograph of Older Daughter and me from 1988, two candles for those romantic moments, and a little box to hold my rings while I slather my hands with hand cream at night.
It has one drawer that contains lip balm, emery boards, and of course - a couple of Sharpies! There is one shelf on the bottom that right now houses Barack Obama's The Audacity of Hope.
Thanks to my sister for catching a typo!
Monday, May 26, 2008
Our yard and garden are reflections of so many people. We have a maple tree and a fringe tree that were gifts from Tall Pretty Blonde. We have rose bushes that we planted in memory of our fathers. We have a purple cone flower that was a surprise on our doorstep from someone whose plant we admired, and we have this lovely, bright pink spectacle that came from a tiny little plant started by The Attorney's sister, Same Name As My Sister.
This is the showpiece in our flower bed. Dear Same Name As My Sister, we talk about you every single day when we come up the walkway to the front door, ever grateful for your flowers and for you.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Eight years ago we exchanged rings-just the two of us, with no fanfare, no bridal bouquets, no first dances.
I thought right then I could not love you more.
Had I only known...
Happy Anniversary, my love~I still do!
Saturday, May 24, 2008
This tiny person has been spending a lot of time at our house. Here, she's playing with a little pocket that's attached to her pants on the outside with a cord. She likes to play the piano when she's here.
Can you tell I'm falling in love? And no, I cannot keep her.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
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Sunday, May 18, 2008
We bought a big house so we could have big parties. Here are about half of the kids who came to help Gigi celebrate turning 20.
I love these people. They're sweet, funny, a little noisy (ahem), and they love our house.
Come back soon, y'all. It was great.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
I was awakened at 4:30 this morning by a raving lunatic across the street-highly unusual in this neighborhood. That was it. I was up for the day. I went for coffee at 6, and at 7 I met a friend for a trip to the Farmer's Market downtown. The flower stalls were stunning. This early, greenhouse-grown sunflower caught my eye. This photo has not had any processing. Lovely bright yellow joy, isn't it?
Click on the photo to see other shots from this market trip-I had such fun with the flowers.
Friday, May 16, 2008
I had a really crappy day. But it was all work-related, and it's Friday night now, so who cares? I was uninspired for photographs, however, so all I have is this dill that I picked in my garden on the way in tonight. It carried over from last year-I've never had that happen with dill before.
We'll probably have fish for dinner tomorrow, just to use some of this incredibly fragrant, healthy herb.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Why? Nobody seems to be able to tell me why this is a choice people make. This young man had to hold onto the front of his pants-just before I snapped this picture, he was retrieving them from around his knees. He's wearing a BELT and he has to hold onto his pants. I give up.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Because we moved here the summer before her first year of high school, Older Daughter's friends of longest standing in this town are from only 6 years ago.
I started in a new high school my first year, too. That was 39 years ago. I still have five friends from those years with whom I am in regular contact. I hope that in 33 years, Older Daughter and this wonderful friend of hers are still feeling about their friendship the way they do today.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
I love a little visitor. I like the sounds, the tiny wrists, the bare toesies, and the way they need a cushion to reach the table. This little visitor is enjoying macaroni and cheese. You can tell by her right elbow that she is stirring and stirring. That's half the fun!
Monday, May 12, 2008
I was sitting there, sipping my coffee and looking out the window, and along came Mr. Pickup Truck with his two dogs in the back. He came in to get his own fix of java, and the whole time the dogs watched him through the store window. The blonde dog looks just like my thankless beast, only much more obedient.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
I dedicate this Mother's Day photo (from Friday night, actually) to the three women without whom none of this would have been possible.
Gigi's first mother died in September. She knew Gigi was in good hands, and that we all loved her.
I have yet to meet either Older Daughter's or Younger Daughter's first mothers. All I know is that they gave me these incredible gifts, these precious treasures.
I can enjoy this Mother's Day because of these three women, and I'm eternally grateful.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Many Friday nights I lay my clothes for the morning out in the guest room so if I awaken early and want to slip out to one of my coffee haunts, I can get dressed where I won't disturb my love.
This morning, however, she was up early, too, and before 6:30 we were happily settled in a booth by a window, drinking cappuccino and reading the paper in my case, or working on a complaint for court on Monday in her case.
The early morning sun floods the restaurant, and brings out the bright colors on the wall. I am a woman of ritual. I make delicious coffee, but I love my mornings out.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
You're 16 today. Since you were little, I have never wanted time to pass quickly. Now you're away. I just want the time to pass. I want us to be "us" again. I want you to be ready and come home.
Hurry, baby girl, I love you.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
My dear Older Daughter is with us for just a quick flash. She will travel again in less than a month to be a camp counselor far away. When she returns, we will have only ten days before she departs for Paris for a WHOLE YEAR!
As we pulled in the driveway from the airport, I heard the tiny little girl from so many years ago whisper the line from the nursery rhyme-the same line we recited together every single time we pulled into our driveway after a time away: "home again, home again, jiggety jog."
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
At the same intersection where I photographed that hideous biker last Thursday, today I saw this guy with the bow tie and the blue tooth handing out bags of fruit to people. I feel certain that the paper in his hand is some kind of propaganda, but whatever it is, he is at least also feeding people. He had just made the "fruit deal" with the t-shirt man and they were sharing a laugh over something. Probably over the stupid old broad with the camera hanging out her car window!
Monday, May 5, 2008
I wish I had a photo of my mother smiling. I am my mother's nose. And my father's eyes. And my brother's smirk. And my older sister's heart, and my younger sister's sense of what's fair.
But I am my own self. A bit of everyone in my family, with a broad streak of "Where the hell did SHE come from???" thrown in.
And I'm smilin' at you.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
I find doing self portrait work very difficult. If I'm not smiling, I think I look angry-it's weird. I took a lot of self portraits yesterday and today. I like this mirror one, because even though the window sheds too much light on the photo, I kind of like the sun on my silver hairs.
I don't have much gray-I'm 56, and don't dye my hair, but I look at those I do have and figure I've earned them.
Here's looking atcha'!
Saturday, May 3, 2008
I was at the coffee shop at 6:20 this morning, alone. I crept out of the house and snagged the trusty camera on the way out the door. Fully charged, two cappuccinos later, I headed to the park. Last night we had amazing thunder storms, and this morning, the park was full of puddles.
Mr. and Mrs. Duck were paddling through a puddle right near my car.
I cropped it so you could see them close up, but if you want to see wonderful reflections from the early morning, you can go here.
Friday, May 2, 2008
The Attorney came downstairs at about 7:45 and saw me with my camera in hand. I was actually photographing something inside the house. "Are you getting ready to go outside and photograph the world?" she asked. I told her no, that I was planning to photograph a table. She said, "But look at the world-it's a great color right now."
We are having a storm that turned the sky from yellow to mauve. This photo is not retouched or enhanced, only cropped. I stepped out to the porch, heard the plane, and looked skyward. SNAP!
Here's my world tonight.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
It's funny to me that sometimes I take a picture through the car window and it's cloudy or the sun ruins it with reflection, and then sometimes it's almost as if the window were not there. Every night on my way home I have my camera bag on the seat next to me, the camera perched just inside in a position for me to grab it easily with my right hand because, well, you never know...
This was just one such night. We were at a light, and there he was.
All I could say was, "YIKES!"