significance

Nope, I completely forgot what I was about to say.

stranded

but not deserted

sublime

figments

Last night I dreamt of sparkly things...

revisiting

Reposting a few faves from the beginning of this blog:

    

dream garden

Just add faeries... 

letting go

seasonal

Time to start thinking of holiday plans and cards.

reprise

One of my faves!

omen

America's wild Mustangs are a magnificent symbol of freedom.

creepy crawly

It's the most wonderful time of the year... la la la... 

common ground

I am confident both Obama and Romney would agree that this pony is incredibly cute!

bliss

something different

Today, a poem!

I should just go ahead and apologize now, as I'm not versed in writing poems. (See what I did there! Okay, I apologize for that too.)

And now, without further ado--not to be confused with adieu or a doo (eww!), here's my bloody poem:

Paper grocery bag handle breaks, 
Slides out of hand, 
Slams to garage concrete floor. 

Clinking sound of glass seems okay at first, but…
On the way to house, 
Merlot red oozes from fatal wound, 
Soaks paper bag and groceries, 
Flows onto walkway… 
Gah!
And garbage bin is still down by the road 
Where it was put out for this morning's pick-up. 

Now, on pavement, 
Stain of wasted grapes serves as gruesome reminder:
Bring those bloody reusable bags to the bloody grocery store. 

just for fun

BACKYARD PANTHERS

lens flare

Pretty picture OR aliens landing at the farm?

reminiscence

Sunset at Sand Wash Basin, Colorado. (2011)

sharing

Thanks to Laura Deal for featuring my photo at FIRST CHURCH OF METAPHOR!

summer's end

when leaves fall and turn into faery wings…

outside looking inside

portal

I have arrived at the other side!

metamorphosis

coffee break

Packing and moving and cleaning and packing and cleaning and moving and packing and cleaning...

Brief time out to play with horse-shaped images, and now back to packing and cleaning and moving…

indecision

Paper or plastic?
Turn or go straight?
What's your favorite?
Choose a color…
My mother told me to pick the very best one and you are NOT it?

       

  

sense

If wishes were carrots, horses would eat them.

interpretation

Today's image is inspired by Picasso!

Of course, you know I am referring to Picasso the iconic Mustang stallion of Sand Wash Basin Colorado.


PICASSO

Addendum…  Do you see it now?

hot

Summer in the Pacific Northwest. I can't complain.

FIRE ROSE

paragon

I love spiders.

DREAMCATCHER 

shifting

A lot of back and forth lately, but soon that will end and I will be at home in a new old place.

As promised, here is another SYLVAN HIDEAWAY piece:

EVENTIDE

shuffling

Working on potential new pieces for the SYLVAN HIDEAWAY series. In the meantime, have a spiky flower:

prosperity

I have been pleasantly busy. I've accomplished great things, contributed to that which I admire, and I've heard great news. As the sun sets, I smile. Proud. I will sleep well tonight and wake tomorrow with vigor. Life is good.

roam

Internet, how I miss thee!

Hope to be back online soon...

cadence

Keep a balanced seat as you ride the rhythm of life.

experimentation

I've been trying to set up a website. After much mucking about, I've decided to stick with the simple blog for now and focus on experimenting with images and words. Much more fun that way.

This piece is an experiment in glass reflections and imagination:

dreams

I used to hope my dreams would come true,
Then I wondered if my dreams could ever possibly come true,
And then I decided to damn well make those dreams happen.

Another SYLVAN HIDEAWAY piece:

A PLACE TO DREAM

gratitude

Thanks to Laura Deal for featuring my work at FIRST CHURCH of METAPHOR

procrastination

It's always fun to play with horse images, especially when I have a mile-long to-do list.

MUSTANG BROTHERS

grumble grumble coffee grumble

I'd like to thank my cats for a turbulent night of little sleep. They're lucky they're cute.

Made this piece last night. Not sure yet what to call it.

navigation

A year ago, my life was fairly uneventful. No, that's a lie. My life has never been uneventful; it's just more not-uneventful now than I'm used to. 

The good part is that nothing bad is happening. It's all good stuff, just lots of stuff, including stuff I've never dealt with before. I've learned about roll-over IRAs and self-employment, and now I need to buy a hay bag for use when transporting a horse. It's all good. 

Now, if I could just figure out how to properly navigate the Gradient Tool in Photoshop, that'd be dandy. 

RESPITE WITHIN THE BOG

introspection

I am experiencing one of those significant-change times in life. But these are magical wonderful changes! The opportunity to pursue my dreams! I'm excited and amazed and terrified and melancholy… Uncertainty. Possibilities! Anxiety. Adventure! Loss. New love! New friends! Fear. Freedom! Creativity!

In other words, I'm moody as hell. But in a good way!

In the meantime, I've been working on a new photo art theme I call SYLVAN HIDEAWAY. Here is the first image of the series: 

A PLACE TO REFLECT

hello world

I can has blog?