good-bye twenty fourteen

two thousand fourteen, twenty fourteen, this past year…whatever you want to call yourself, i didn't hate you. not at all. in fact, i'm pretty sure i loved you. i say this gently because i'm sure you came to me guarded and not really sure what to think. after all, i kicked dirt on and then spit all over two thousand thirteen and when i was finished, i prayed that you'd be better and you were. so thank you.

to say you kept us busy this year is an understatement. we sold our house in march, moved forty five minutes away into a lovely historic home for the summer, built a condo and then moved in there just four months later. prior to our first move in may, we purged. at the time i felt like we were purging with plans to be part of the tiny house nation and only had two hundred square feet to keep our belongings in, as everything i thought we loved, cherished and couldn't live without was leaving us, but in the end, we still have more square footage than we can fill {two people don't need very much space} and we don't miss anything that we sold or got rid of.

building was quite an undertaking to say the least. having built before, we thought we were semi-professionals at construction and all the choices and frustrations that go along with it, but no. sadly, we are not professionals, it did not go smoothly, things did not happen on time, huge mistakes were made, and everyone associated with our new condo joined us in calling it the black cloud. those days are now behind us, thankfully and finally, it's starting to feel like home.

so do we ever want to build again? of course we do. we love it! call us crazy. go ahead. 

this year, we also celebrated a lot. first, i turned fifty in august. fifty years old. wow, how did that happen so quickly? {especially since i feel thirty} then we raised our glasses to one full year of retirement…oh my gosh, it's so good. you should try it if you can. {she said laughing} get it? retirement? and you only have tonight left and then you're done...you know retired…like ummm kaput  or like finished…..sorry….anyhow, i adore my hubby and for both of us, retirement has been like a honeymoon. we've gotten to really know each other again and we walk around feeling like newlyweds. i'm not sure if newlyweds could have built the black cloud condo above and stayed married, so it's probably a good thing we've known each other forever or that project could have ended in disaster. anyhow, speaking of newlyweds, the celebration we had just a few days ago was for our thirtieth wedding anniversary.  thirty years of marriage!!! holy cow, where did thirty years go to? all i know is that when you're married to your best friend, no matter what happens, it works. 

as i end this little tribute to twenty fourteen, i also say good-bye tonight to my word emerge. i had big plans for that little word and i'm not really sure i used it to the best of its ability, but i do know this. a wish i made a few times over the past two years, finally came true and there were countless happy moments, many happy tears and so many celebrations this past year that i think it's fair to say, "this year, i emerged victoriously."

{tomorrow...i'll share my new word for twenty fifteen}

be safe tonight and may your new year be filled with more blessings than you know what to do with…...



i guess to be honest, i'm always hopeful this time of year. hopeful that i'll actually enjoy it. believe me, being with family is pure enjoyment, but all of the rest…sorry, but yuck.

a man just about hit me today. after loading my car with groceries, i realized that i wasn't parked in an aisle with a cart return, so as i was heading back to the storefront to put my cart away, a man obviously in a hurry, ran through a stop sign…A STOP SIGN IN A PARKING LOT…and almost hit me. at the top of my lungs i screamed, "THERE'S A STOP SIGN RIGHT THERE." he slammed on his brakes immediately realizing now what he had just done. what had just happened. what could have happened.

today was the icing on the cake. the cake, that had only contained materialism and rudeness just a few moments earlier but now contains sloppy hurriedness,  that i just don't want to be a part of anymore.

so now i take a break. a hiatus of sorts. 

i'm anxious to see what the new year brings, how it makes me feel and what inspires me. hopefully it's still my blog and the sharing of my photography and writing. or maybe it will be something else. something new. something different. i don't really know to be honest.

anyhow, all i know for sure, is that i need a breather. 

so, favorite people of mine...i hope your christmas brings to you anything and everything you desire. but mostly, i hope you feel loved. without that, nothing else matters at all.

until sometime in the new year…..


i think i can see you

a tall dark and handsome fog, holding hands with a somewhat mystery date, better known by her stage name as misty drizzle have moved in. i'm not hearing any complaints though, as they are warm and at this time of year here in wisconsin, warmth is beyond a beautiful gift.

yesterday we did what everyone does this time of year. we shopped. well kind of. gasp...and on a saturday no less. i think we must have accidentally taken crazy pills instead of vitamins, as shopping and saturdays never go together in our book, but you know what? we survived and actually enjoyed ourselves...and, my christmas shopping is officially done. now if you're wondering if we went to the mall. oh hell no. now that would have been just pure craziness…but target did reach out and grab us as we were heading home and since we found a close parking place, we decided it was meant to be. besides, i really needed a padded envelope and lightbulbs. 

wondering…are you a good morning america person or a today show person?



i had to write something today, just because of the date. 
powerful don't you think?
as this year, unraveled as it is by now, gets closer to being wrapped up,
i hope that if it's been a bad year, next year is significantly better and if it's been a great year
that that greatness continues into two thousand fifteen.


don't lose you

where is everyone? 

the blogging world seems quiet and lonely lately and i have no room to point a finger. guilty as charged. i think this time of year especially, people get inwardly quiet as the days get fuller and louder and demand more of us and that's okay. we all do what we can in ways that work best for us and if there's anytime to be a bit selfish, i think it's now. this is the season to give and give and give and i think giving to yourself first is a priority. otherwise there's a tendency to drown in disappointment, stress or simple busyness. so don't lose you while you work so hard to make the holidays everything for everyone else. permission granted. you're welcome.

in other news…
~please tell me you're watching the voice. 
~i could live on almond bark and pretzels right now. {the best almond bark is at target}
~i'm painting a huge canvas for our family room and no i'm not a painter.
~this time of year, i want to make everything in a crockpot and i mean everything.
~my hubby is now a volunteer at the food pantry with me and i love working with him.
~i'm collecting quotes for an art project next summer.
~we will celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary in 20 days.
~i suck at exercising in the winter.
~i've been living in fleece lined leggings.


yes, i can smell you

it's been awhile since i've talked about anything with a fragrance being what's going to kill me someday, so i thought now was a good time to vent talk about it again. in the spirit of the holiday season, i want to keep this light and entertaining, but in all seriousness, being scent sensitive and allergic to fragrances is real and isn't any different than someone with a food or animal allergy. 

i know you want your house to smell nice, but a scented candle burning in the corner of your kitchen, will send me home. granted, i'll grab one of your freshly baked cookies on my way out, but i won't be able to stay and chat.

if your hubby just doused himself in aftershave and walks by me, i'm practically down for the count,  and god forbid he hugs me since he hasn't seen me in awhile, the scent will stay on me and i won't be able to breathe. again, it will send me home. this time to throw all my clothes in the washing machine and to take another shower.

air fresheners of any kind are like a force field for me. i hit them and i ricochet. seriously, they are enough to cause me to fall backwards and feel like i've been wounded. after i pick myself back up, i will dizzyingly retreat in the opposite direction {a.k.a. home} as quickly as possible.

scented soaps, detergents and lotions…oh my. gag

and taking the title, the blue ribbon, the giant trophy, basically the whole she-bang for what can literally wipe me out, is women's perfume. i can't even begin to tell you how my throat, my nose, my head and my eyes feel with everything i mentioned above, but perfume is the big gun, the giant wallop, the end all be all of what makes me unable to function.

so please, as you celebrate this holiday season AND every other day of the year, think about how what you think smells nice, could be seriously harmful to someone else and go naked….scent naked. please! 

now if there's a part of you who thinks this is impossible to do and that i'm being impossible, ridiculous or unreasonable,  then try dabbing a tiny bit of something you love under your armpits, which is really the only place that's going to smell anyhow and get dressed. you don't have to spray scents all over your clothes once they're on you. i mean really, who wants to walk around smelling like the perfume counter at a department store.

just remember, you wouldn't serve something with nuts to someone with a peanut allergy {and who never leaves their house without an epi-pen} or invite someone over to your charming home with six cats if you know their throat would close up if they walked through your front door, so i'm begging you to think the same way about scents. begging you.

and now, my soap box is going back in the closet.


wishing…and wishing again

whenever i find milkweed pods loosening their grip on their seeds, i gently gather them in my hands, put my face towards the sun, stand quietly with my thoughts for a few minutes and then make a "deep from within my heart" wish. this year i made the same wish i made last year, hoping maybe this time it will come true.

it's sometimes hard to send a wish up into the universe if the wind isn't playing along, but throwing them at least releases them and for a few moments gives my heart hope that their drifting and dancing will take them in the right direction. 

seems a bit silly maybe to be sharing my fall "release of the seeds" photos now that winter is here, but honestly in my heart, it's still october. winter came too early this year for everyone, so before the snowy photos eventually show up here, or indoor photos of my winter hibernation skills which include  lots of  drinking {hot tea of course} and chocolate devouring, i thought maybe a few more "wow, our fall was spectacular this year" photos would make us all smile.

everyone love a "fun-guy"
happy weekend


too early

winter for almost all of us has come too early. i look at the weather map and know that i'm supposed to be somewhere else but here, but i'm not sure where. i heard the scraping this morning. it was 5:18 when i looked outside to see men shoveling our sidewalk, the driveway having already been plowed. through my squinty eyes that were blocking the brightness from the street lights reflection off the snow covered grass, they looked miserable.

i have new snow boots with furry tops, warm socks, twelve scarves and eight pairs of mittens and gloves and of course a long down coat that has kept me warm for almost nine years, so in regards to my closet, i'm ready. mentally, i still need some preparing.

so i think it's a good day to stay inside. tea and fuzzy socks sound like perfection to me. oh and chocolate, too.


hope has everything to do with everything

this past weekend, staying in like we love to do, we watched "the fault in our stars." what a beautiful love story. there are books and movies that i fall into hard. they tend to take up space in my heart for months, sometimes even years and as i go about my everyday living, i remember little pieces of them and feel like i find them laying around as reminders of what's good and bad or right and wrong in the world. reminders of what love is. and hope. and why we love in the first place and why hearts feel the way they do. oh yes, this was one of those.

i came home in tears yesterday from the food pantry. there was a new client that i worked with and something about the pain and sorrow that normally stays in the deepest part of one's eyes and is rarely exposed,  especially in front of strangers, took ahold of my gentle heart and held it the same way a child holds his mother's hand. there was sadness in those eyes, too and he seemed so scared. maybe it was because he seemed to be the same age as our son, or maybe even younger, that i was so drawn to him. i really don't know for sure, but when he asked me how his thirty three pounds of food and the clothing he found in our clothing center could be bagged so he could carry everything on his bike home, i took a deep breath and helped him while telling my heart to hang on. granted, many of our clients have bikes for their only mode of transportation, but there was just something about this boy and all the "aloneness" he encompassed. now i'm praying that i see him again. that he comes back. that i made him feel safe. that maybe if he was hopeless, he found some hope.

i'm still looking for the perfect organizer/calendar/notes and dates for everything/i need to write and keep everything together 2015 planner. do any of you have that? or know where i can get that? and do you want one if i find it?


the climb

i'd like to blame my sleepless nights on menopause, as that is totally happening here, but who am i kidding. i get to blame my confusion, hot flashes, migraines, tears that could fill a bucket, loss of appetite and overall "who am i and what has happened to my body" on menopause, so for now i'll just keep the "sleepless nights" blame on day light savings. it's good to spread things out.

we're still getting settled in our new place and even with all the boxes long gone,  i'm struggling to call it home. if i follow the saying, "home is where the heart it is" then yes, this is home. my heart is here and the and heart of the man i love more than life is here, but still,  it's not really home home. i don't know if it's all the gypsy in my blood from our years of moving around or menopause {see, there it is again} but deep down i know home home is still out there. waiting for me. somewhere. 

all i hope for {and most recently pray for} is that when i find it, it reaches out for me and grabs my hand so tightly that i can't pull away or even breathe for a few seconds. that's how you know, i think, when something is right. if it takes your breath away, well...you better hold onto it tighter and with more strength than you've held onto anything else before.

there's a new issue of artful blogging available…at barnes and noble…or online…and i'm in it. it's so exciting when you get to see yourself in print, yet at the same time, a little scary…or something similar to scary which i don't have a word for but means, oh my gosh…am i really good enough at anything to be in print, in a bookstore? anyhow, one of my long time blogging friends talked beautifully about it and if i had had my act together {darn menopause} i would have hooked you all up to her give-away…but i didn't and the give-away is over…but still, it's worth stopping by her place for a little, "well, hello there ."


fly to me

in our last home, i had a studio and an office, but in our new home i combined the two rooms to create a cozy work and play space. i pretty much adore having the things i love and the things that inspire me visually present. so now, instead of you trying to imagine what makes me happy, i can show you. by the way, sophie's ashes are in that sweet little urn. i also added her name tag and the sweet little foot print the vet's office made for us after she left us. gosh, i miss her.

at a recent flea market, i found this little shelving unit. it was ugly, but such a steal and i knew it needed a good home. my hubby cleaned it up, painted it pretty and now it's my most favorite piece. i know what you're thinking…"what did you pay for it?" because that's what i'd be thinking if i was reading this and i read "it was a steal," so i'll tell you. it was marked fifty and we talked the dealer down to thirty eight.  now to tell you a little bit about us…we love flea markets and we love to bargain…and we're good at it. hey, if you're not going to pat yourself on your back for your talents, who is? snort.

i won't lie. our fall has been amazingly beautiful. i think this happens on purpose. a little eye candy to make us deliriously happy before winter blows in and covers everything up. mother nature…you aren't very tricky. sometimes horribly mean, but not tricky.

to those of you who helped create this amazing canvas for my fiftieth birthday, thank you. you know who you are. it hangs front and center in my creative space and it will forever hold a special place in my heart. if you want to learn more, just ask. it was created by my very sneaky {and truly adored} husband. dang, if this wasn't like the seventeenth time he's gone behind my back to totally surprise me.

"why fit in when you were born to stand out?"
dr. seuss


friday randomness including nips

we finally watched part two of the hunger games…catching fire…and wow.wow.wow. it left us hanging and wanting more and now we're anxiously waiting for part three. yesterday we went to the theater and watched the skeleton twins. it was really good and considering it's hardly been advertised by word of mouth or with previews, i guess that makes it a "sleeper" that you should add to your netflix "i want to see this when it's available" list. you can thank me later.

my mammogram results came back and everything is fine. in fact, they were back in record speed, as in the next morning and i'm guessing that was the technician's way of apologizing to me. if that's the case, i'll take it.

speaking of breasts, can we talk about south facing nipples for a minute? please tell me you know where i'm going with this…please. okay fine, i'll spell it out. i'm not sure how many women over a certain age have nipples with a mind of their own and whether or not we can blame it on gravity or nursing babies {which is my excuse} or both,  but hike those nips up already. 

i walked by a woman at the grocery store earlier this week, who appeared to be my age and had just come from yoga or the gym and through her tight lycra/spandex or whatever fabric those tops are made out of, her nipples were below her boobs and facing south. i'm sorry, but that's just not where nipples belong. so please, for the sake of women everywhere and the pride we have in being the stronger sex, wink wink, take two extra seconds out of your day and manually grab those wonderful boobs of yours, settle them gently in your bra or your yoga top and give them a view, by making sure they're looking out and even a little bit up. believe me, they'll thank you.

now i'm off in search of the "perfect" pair of jeans. i hear all the time that they exist, but i've yet to find {okay maybe once years ago} absolute perfection in the denim i wear. sure, i have had some favorites that still reside in my closet and unfortunately with just the wrong move or a sneeze, due to being so loved and thread bare, could fall apart and right off of me and onto the ground, but were they ever "perfect?" hmmmmm, i'll have to think about that for awhile. anyhow, i hope you all have a wonderful weekend filled with the amazing colors and air that only fall can bring.


and the tears came

i had my yearly mammogram appointment today and cried an hour later. as far as i know, everything is fine, but when i questioned the technician about the number of films she took, as in not enough, she said she had everything she needed. thirty minutes later i get a call and it was her. she said, "i'm sorry i misunderstood you. i didn't get one of the shots that i was supposed to take. can you come back in?" by that point i was across town doing errands and emotionally her call hit me like a brick. i wanted to scream "you jerk" into the phone, "what do you mean you misunderstood me when i questioned how many pictures you took and you said you had everything you needed" and then i wanted to throw my phone on the floor and stomp on it. 

i know the routine. i know how to count. i knew she hadn't taken the same number of films on each breast, yet she said "we're all good here" and opened the door for me. i walked away, breathing a sigh of relief that my mammogram was over. slipping back into my shirt and bra and smelling my armpits void of deodorant, wondering if i should use one of their little deodorant pads, but assuming the perfumed smell would kill me and that my body odor was a better option, i still wasn't sure she knew what she was talking about.

i'm not sure why my yearly mammogram "gets to me" the way it does. but it does. maybe it's because i grew up with a grandmother who had had breast cancer and a mastectomy or maybe it's because the words "breast cancer" unfortunately seem to be so terribly common. anyhow, it doesn't really matter why it affects me the way it does, it just does. 

incompetence affects me, too.

i know i should give her the benefit of the doubt. that i should be understanding. that i should maybe  believe that she has something going on in her life that was distracting her. BUT, i'm sorry. it was my fifteen minute appointment and a pretty damn important one and she should have been focused on what she was doing AND she should have listened to me when i questioned her. in the end,  did my tears gain me anything? absolutely not. but they came anyway. and i let them.

now i wait. and pray...that this year like every year, the phone doesn't ring and that the letter containing the  words  "your mammogram was good" arrives in my mailbox by the end of the week.


just don't

i don't really have any words tonight as i sit here typing which is unfortunate. i think if i did have some, they'd be really really good and keep you glued here for hours. or not. snort. anyhow, i did come across a quote yesterday on facebook that i fell in love with and the funny thing is i don't remember loving it then as much as i do now after reading it a few times.

speaking of reading something again and maybe again…do you ever read a book you loved the first time, a second time? this was a discussion at my sister's house last week after i said i had just re-read "the language of flowers."

movies are a given. i watch them once, twice, thirty seven times if you're talking about "dirty dancing," but books?? come on, share with me!!

and now the quote i fell in love with…

"don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your soul according to fashion. rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

frank kafka


the shower comes alive

in our new house, we chose a random patterned marbly looking swirl for the tile in our bathroom and every morning while i stand in the shower under the streams of hot water trying their best to wake me gently, i wait. eventually, the walls come alive.

there's a gangly "none of my limbs are coordinated" running cow with an oversized adams apple next to a very a muscular arm holding a penguin's head. near the floor is a little pigeoned toe boy hailing a cab. sitting on top of the little boy's head is a gigantic slug with bunny ears and above him is a lobster claw and a friendly flying bat. the hearts i find are laying sideways and last night after almost a month of being surrounded by my imaginary world, a deer appeared. i honestly hadn't seen it until last night. somehow the light coming from the setting sun, while the full moon waiting impatiently dressed and ready to impress all of us, had fallen perfectly and i stood there almost dumbfounded to think the deer had waited this long to come out and play.

the past few days, fall has rebounded after a cold scare and is doing a gorgeous dance making us get up and out and join her. this winter, i'll be hibernating and reorganizing our "moved twice in four months, whaaaaat?" lives, so now is the time to just soak it all in…parks, leaves, apple orchards, fallen walnuts and acorns and pinecones…i love it all. oh, and sweaters. you can't forget about the sweaters. i bought my first one yesterday with some wool in it. i have been believing for ever and ever, but not knowing for sure that i'm allergic to wool…so keep your fingers crossed for me. it's a really cute sweater.

yep, i'm being sneaky here a little bit in case you were wondering. these are the stools at our kitchen island and the top photo is the light fixture above our dining room table. i'm still not ready for a whole house tour, but little snippets are fun. happy weekend everyone a day early!!


randomness to the nth degree

the fields are ready for clearing and the leftover, unchosen and forgotten corn looks sad. remember not being picked for a team in gym class for a simple game of dodgeball or badminton. i imagine that's how the corn feels. if it could feel. or maybe it feels lucky that it wasn't picked and sold at a farmer's market. unless of course its family was all picked and sold at the market and he was the only ear left behind. well then that would be really sad. obviously.

my sleep patterns are a bit off. can you tell?

i used the word "cold" today as in "holy crap it's cold out here" as i walked by my brush wielding hubby in the garage as he was busy painting the mid-century looking bookcase for me that i fell in love with at the flea market this past weekend. as i filled my car with target returns, feeling all cozy in my sweater, jeans and a scarf {always a scarf} and looking at my hubby still wearing shorts and not succumbing to fall's little gift of briskness, i thought dang it. fall is winning and very possibly what could have been coyotes squealing last night in the woods behind us was probably instead just summer getting the crap kicked out of it.

anyhow, so there i am in the return lane at target and a woman walks by me wearing the same down land's end winter coat i have lived in for the past eight winters, while behind me, a girl in her twenties is wearing shorts and a t-shirt looking like she just finished volleyball practice. when i left the house, my phone said it was 50 degrees and my clothing option for running errands felt spot on, but now i feel the need to take a poll. what would you wear on an overcast 50 degree "welcome to fall" morning?

are you watching the blacklist? the voice? anything else i should know about?

anyone want to go out shooting with me tomorrow? i think it's going to be a gorgeous day and lord knows i have a very itchy trigger finger. snort.


smudging and bouncing

with my last post giving a bit of an update on where we are house wise, tours were requested and believe me, i so badly want to welcome all of you into our home, hand you a cup of tea, show you the things we've done to make the "white box" ours….but not quite yet.

we have still had sub-contractors "working" almost daily. painters, carpenters, landscapers, ge repairmen, electricians…you name it, they've been here. so when the day comes when i  feel like we've made some progress other than finishing or fixing things, the tour will begin. in the meantime, the fight with our builder continues. so if by chance, you have or hold any kind of magic anything, especially if it can direct karma, throw some our way, pretty please. on that note, has anyone "smudged" their new or old home in order to get the bad juju out?  please enlighten me.

the bees are on crack. have you noticed? or is that just a wisconsin thing in the fall?

i'm seeing a new chiropractor and i like him. i have been in pain off and on for years now, even after physical therapy and finally i said "enough." after my exam, he told me, "well, you're a project alright and lucky for you, i like projects." in other words, i'm a mess. visit number two is in a few hours and i can't wait to see what he does this time. all i know is that when i leave any kind of doctor's office and they're smiling and saying, "oh that was good" the bounce in my step is a little bit bigger and obviously   bouncier.


we'll remember this fall

technically around here, it's fall and the day our movers arrived, it rained all day. it wasn't a hard rain. instead, just a constant drizzle just to remind us all that mother nature does what she wants to do, when she wants to do it and that that day, she was not sending any sun our way. luckily for us, our movers are wonderful and they did everything they could to make our moving day go smoothly.

so here we are, almost a week into our move, and because i truly believe that i kick ass at this move thing, i actually know where everything is. all of the boxes were emptied and gone by tuesday, laundry has been done, closets and drawers have been organized, offices have been set up, loads of unneeded items and clothing were dropped off at goodwill and the food pantry's clothing/home center and even though the walk-in closet in my studio looks like i'm ready to create, my camera bags are sitting all hunched over and staring at me with very sad and lonesome eyes.

even though we're "in" there are still sub-contractors working all around us. when they have things to finish and work on outside, i'm fine, but letting anyone in to fix/change/replace/finish the never ending list of items inside, i cringe and hold my breath. then i pray that they don't ruin/break/scratch something that was fine in order to fix what wasn't fine, as this has been the story of this little home's life. call it the domino effect, the black cloud or murphy's law…as all of them fit. if i were to write a book regarding our building  process, you'd be all excited to read it, but the pages would all be glued shut when you went to open it and somewhere on the back it would be printed "that's not my problem" or "it was like that when i got here" and you'd be left with an awful feeling in the pit of your stomach similar to have just been punched there.

so we move foreword, as there's nowhere else to go, hoping and praying that soon, we'll actually feel at "home" so we can sit back, put our feet up and say, "ahhhhhhh" while we toast to the future. as far as my camera goes, i think maybe tomorrow we might be able to have a date. i hope she still likes me.


finding the light

earlier this summer, i was lucky enough to get to chase this little guy around for an hour. he was running from me and i was running from mosquitos. we had a blast and my ninja like relaxes were tested... shoot, swat, run, repeat. i kicked butt.

seriously, he was a doll and i was thrilled to be out shooting a moving target instead of another crumbling {love them to death} old abandoned building.

the truck he played with during out shoot belongs to his grandpa and since i am a confessed flea market {and basically anything old and rusty} lover, this pretty much melted my heart. how is it that every little boy automatically knows how to make motor sounds perfectly when you give him a car or truck to play with? 

update~our new house is almost ready {2weeks late} and building it has been a full time job. there are so many stories i could tell you, but i'd just get all worked up. so for now, instead,  i'm staying a bit quiet while i try to  practice gratefulness and not rip any sub-contractors to shreds.


taking it all in

we only have two weeks left here in our tiny temporary town, so i'm absorbing as much of it as i possibly can. when the day comes to move, i plan on waddling away like a water filled sponge, having soaked in as much goodness as i can possibly carry with me.

down the road from us…actually everything here seems to be down the road from us…is a beaten up garage filled with discarded pieces of weathered {maybe once loved} junk and garbage begging to be taken away. while wandering around inside, there were smells that could have stopped me, but as a photographer i have learned to get past the fact that perhaps raccoon poop is filling the crevices on the bottom of my shoes or that at any moment a bat could come flying out at me, especially when i can see something beautiful. something unloved and sitting all alone. obviously, this car was all of those and more. can you even imagine the stories it holds. my dad will love these photos.

just as beautiful and without a possible raccoon poop hazard, is this butterfly above and the building below. the building is getting a makeover and we have fallen in love with it. if it wasn't already owned by someone, i think we'd be inquiring as to how to make it ours. the bottom will be a store front and there's a 2 bedroom apartment above. this photo is actually the back of the building. 

we often play around with the idea of "what if we did have a store front…what would sell?" and then the dreaming begins. so dream with us and tell me, what would you sell if you had a store front?

happy labor day weekend



there's a kiln in my neighbor's backyard and i'm guessing it's very similar to what the air outside feels like right now. stifling. hot. sultry. call it whatever you want and hate it with a vengeance if you must, but i don't mind it. seriously, it doesn't really bother me. you know what does bother me. snow bothers me. so summer, with your warmth and so many other things that i love. you win. winter. you lose.

i hope whatever you do this weekend, it fills you to the brim with love and hope and wonderment. oh who am i kidding. i hope it's filled with brats and juicy burgers and your favorite drink to wash it all down with. wait, and cheese curds. fresh squeaky cheese curds, too. you can't forget the curds!!