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The shoot yesterday went very wrong! And I was very upset by it felt so useless and worthless. Shooting the boxes was fine but the white bottle on the white background with out any shades on it was not that great after I played around with the reflector I got the bottle looking really good cause the top part kept getting burnt! But it had a huge shadow on the side I had to burn it on white back ground and I don’t know how to do that properly.. and my files were too small I think! They might not use it after all which I completely understand but shit I wish they would! I was here with my cousin ( the client until 2 am trying to fix it …)
I know this shot is very boring but I wanted something homey and simple today… cause i feel like im home finally for the first time in my life.
you know how when youre home you can scratch your balls (when you have them ) and look like shit and no ones gonna care no ones gonna love you any less. That’s how I feel.
I still have allot of issues and insecurities to deal with but I finally feel like my darkness is allot less dark and allot less scary and it even feels possible to deal with.
I woke up today went outside and found 2 pigeons on my lawn right by my door!! Ive never seen pigeons' here before! Then I saw them again a few hours later. I also noticed that my last photo has 222 views and 22 comments! Crazy no?? not 111 and 11 comments not 333… 2!!
Two!
I think its really cool. A good sign for sure !
My sister told me earlier that a friends brother committed suicide last night… 21 years old!!
she just came back from funeral ….I don’t know what to say …
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GZlJr1c48k
oramai vivo qui da 2anni e mezzo... all'inizio è stata dura, ambientarmi qui tra gente un pò troppo chiusa ...
ma dopo è stata tutta 1emozione.. grazie a questa città,che mi ha dato l'amore, la felicità, la serenità.
che mi ha fatta crescere e maturare,e che ora sento un pò come casa mia.
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The Game
I haven’t done this in a long time. Maybe I’ve forgotten the rules. No written words to go by. I pull the slips of paper out of their tiny painted box and feel my fingertips prickle with the familiar nip of resurrected nostalgia this little plaything brings me.
Not many people have played this game, because I made it up, and its only rules are the ones that feel their way into being as we play it. The playing board is fashioned from tattered handkerchiefsilk and cardstock, and it lives most of the time with a palmful of tiny blue musselshells, some hemlock twigs, three bits of scarlet ribbon, and the backbones of leaves.
This game is a theater of exploration and restoration, a tiny stage of reverent discovery.
It works best if you forget most of what you know about how to find things. No passwords, no strictures against revealing sacred clues.
You can say anything now.
When I built this game I used some marbles and some acorns and some clear glass beads as playing pieces, and then a little green toy mouse with a German name, and then an old Christmas tree decoration, a tiny globe of opalescent glass attached shakily to a strand of wire. A sphere of eggshell thinness like the blessing of a moth’s breath.
You can’t lose this game and you certainly can’t win.
It’s best if you play with someone who likes to laugh and who appreciates nonsense but who also loves the holiness of thimbles and the thick smudgy stubs of carpenters’ pencils.
This game is like coming home to me, like being led through a cool oldgrowth forest by the hand, a blindfold of desert sage and rosemary nudging me (and you) into a place of total trust and abandonment of anything but the now.
Come play with me if you will.
Surrender to the foolish joy I offer you
and know you’re home.
©Laura Sorrells 2008
all rights reserved
Bobby has fully decided to join the military. I would never get in the way of his dreams.
I'm proud of him, I'm going to support him through everything. I just don't know what I'm
going to do with him away all the time. He's been everything to me for years. All I can
do is wait, kill time, and focus on school/ work. I'm afraid, I don't want to be alone. We just
started making this place our home. When he leaves, the only thing I'll be coming home to
is our cat. At the end of the day I know this will only make us stronger. Distance makes the
heart grow fonder right? He wants to serve his country and build a stable financial future for
us. I love him endlessly. I think this is also going to take a big toll on photos, which should
be interesting...
Emma and Dary - and their basket. It's on the heating and has a view to the street - a perfect place for cats!
1. smilla, last night, trying to get as close to me as she possibly could. she started by curling up at my feet. not close enough. she moved up to my armpit. nope. onto my stomach. good, but not good enough. she had to come under the blankets and curl up on my chest, with her nose an inch from my face. it has to be one of my favorite moments ever. so when i thought about what to post for today, i knew this was the shot. it's my birthday, and i can post a damn cat shot if i want to! :-)
2. peanut butter (smucker's all-natural smooth; accept no subsititute).
3. how florian will sometimes text me from school saying sweet things, like "yay! you'll be even prettier than before!" when i told him i got my hairs cut.
4. old orange beetles parked on the side of the road with for-sale signs that make your heart skip a beat, even though the car's in such a shitty condition you know you won't do it; the frisson of excitement knowing you considered it for even a moment is a delicious, delicious thing.
5. michele bowman, who comes out from behind the counter at the wine shop to give me a hug every single time i stop by.
6. the dying leaves of autumn.
7. harvey's guttural growl when he brings home an ex-vole.
8. driving fast on a curvy road.
9. my family -- all of them. yes, all of them.
10. the red paper day-of-the-dead skull peering out at me as i type this, a souvenir from LA's olivera street. there's a heart on his head, which exemplifies why i'm fascinated with this kind of art. life is full of shit. we have to find the good in there, somehow. the vultures have been doing it for thousands of years. so can we.
11. all of you people reading this, leaving me birthday greetings on facebook, posting lovely and freaky shots for me, shooting me emails, making me feel visible in this dark, dark world. there but for the grace of you go i.
12. my orange cellphone.
13. there is no spoon.
14. the village of great barrington, massachusetts.
15. godzilla rolls and massaman curry (not together, necessarily, but that wouldn't suck).
16. turquoise.
17. the way isabel can meow without making a sound.
18. tweezers.
19. my therapist, who would not let me fire her two years ago, precipitating the biggest breakthrough of my life. who knew you could get mad at someone, and they'd still be there for you? whoa.
20. joe strummer and the mescaleros. *interrupts blog to open up itunes*
21. the smell of woodsmoke on a chilly night.
22. target, for its clothes that fit me, for its relentless delight in playful designs, for its tacky halloween decor, for its refusal to become a place i hate going to.
23. did i mention peanut butter? cos, DANG.
24. my friend cate. i love her like i love my uncle. it's that deep.
25. 254 main street, this hulking mass of wood and stone that's become my house, my home, my haven. and now it's orange. yeah. i win.
26. the taste of a beard papa cream puff, mixed with the sounds of a new york city sidewalk.
27. florian's eyes, looking out at me from his side of the bed, crow's feet dancing a happy, mischievous jig.
28. photography. you saved my life.
29. asiago cheese bagels from panera.
30. the vietnam war. i exist because of it. (really.)
31. bringing out a cup of coffee for ken the painter, and seeing a turkey vulture circling over the house on my way back in, like a sentinel making sure i get back inside ok.
32. rustafaria.
33. my BRHT's.
34. the creaky creak in my chair every time i lean back. it sounds like forever.
35. lists and poetry and words and the curvy canals of the human brain.
36. the bear fetish i'm wearing around my neck, silver and orange on a black leather band, found with florian while up in maine. the orange is me, the bear is him. it works.
37. the people in my life who listen to me, and let me love them.
38. wrinkles.
39. the breath in my lungs which keeps my heart beating so i can wake up every day and cut a path through the grass in my head and make it to sundown.
I get wildly enthusiastic
about little things...
I play with leaves,
I skip down the street & run
against the wind.
~Leo Buscaglia~
Viaggiando si incontra molta gente ma solo alcuni si potranno definire amici… questo momento è impresso nella mia mente… un nostro amico basco si gode un pomeriggio di sole fuori dalla sua casa mobile (chiamatelo furgone, se preferite) mentre suona la fisarmonica… quanti bei momenti abbiamo passato al suono di questo strumento…
Travelling we meet many people but just some may be called friend… this is one of them in an instant that is clearly impressed in my mind… a friend of us from the Basque country is enjoying a sunny afternoon outside his home (or call it van, if you prefer) while playing the accordion… we spent many great moments listening to his music…
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A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path
--Agatha Christie (1890 - 1976)
My mother and me at our home in Denver, where I grew up. My mom was a lover of flowers. She had them growing all over the yard. The year was about 1938 or 1939.