I'm in a glass box of emooooootion

Sigh. I'm so full. Full of chips, and salad, and dreams. Dreams? Yes. Dreams.

I just went to Annie's blog (I'm a bad friend..."You have a blog, Annie?") and she said on her aforementioned blog that photographers aren't a novelty anymore. Everyone's a photographer.
It's so true.

And everyone else who isn't a photographer is either a sushi eating, home-flipping, fashion designer or...is still in school for one of those. It's true--sushi-eating is a course offered at many local colleges. Check it out.
Oh...I almost wrote cottages instead of colleges and it made me want to drive to the cottage RIGHT NOW.
Anywho--I've been really, and I mean really truly struggling with what my whole dang purpose is these days. I feel pretty much useless. I don't work, I don't volunteer, I rarely give money to homeless people because I don't want to encourage their bad habits. I suppose I consume a lot--which is in a way, supporting the economy.
Whatever. I just feel so restless and uesless and any other word ending in 'less'. Mindless. Gutless. Hairless. I WISH.

No way man! No way!

I AM a photographer! And I'm a painter too! And I'm a gardener, and a cook, and a seamstress (and your mother) and a stylist, and a personal shopper, and a welder, and an events coordinator, and an art curator, and a friend, and a dancer! and a person who wished they were a musician, and a poet, and a story-teller, and a collector of fine thingies, and a philanthropist, and a student, and a midwife, and a dreamer!

I'm all these things. And that's ok.

On that note--here's my latest piece. It's along the same lines as my scandelous vignettes.


And you know--while I'm at it....here's another piece that's really close to my heart.
I cry. I do. Do you cry? I don't know why we're all so afraid of it. Everyone cries. I wish we all cried more. I wish crying was demystified and decensitized and when someone needed to cry a little or a lot, it would be ok.
So here's an...honest picture. I like it because it's real, and raw and everyone knows what this feels like. Don't deny it.


Thanks for the encouragement to keep blogging Annie. This one is dedicated to you.

The Ocean

My heart is churning.
Loud and frothy.

Never-ending.

All-consuming.



Crashing down on reason.
Crashing down on reason.
Crashing down on reason.

Smashing reason into litle bits of drama that stick to my toes.

My heart is churning.

Rescue me. Help my heart. HMH.


Unknown, 1983

Florida: Flagler Beach

Hey everyone--
Since I arrived in Florida, I haven't been doing anything I had really planned on doing except eating, watching movies and shopping....oh Lord I have fulfilled those three. Anyway--I popped out to the beach right before a big storm hit--here are a few picts. And I'd just like to say--I'm a little embarassed/pleased with the self-portrait I took on the beach...and I'm including it because I'm pleased with it...but at the same time feel the need to disclaim, that, yes, I realize it's a little...vain? Um...drama-queenish? But it's a cool shot. I'm a slave to cool shots.
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oooooooooooook for some reason I can't download pictures. So go to my facebook and see the pictures there. Otherwise, hang tight.
See ya!