Tuesday, February 9, 2016

{Capturing Snow}

“Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.” ― Charles Bukowski feb9web Home sweet home...this is the view from the front yard. A quiet snow covered city street. Cities which are normally so busy become beautifully serene when storms sweep through. With this inspiration I attempted to capture how soft and delicate the snowfall was the other day. It took many attempts, playing with shutter speed, metering right for the highlights, cold nose...numb fingers. But with perseverance and patience I plowed through (pardon the pun:)..)And I'm pretty pleased with what I captured. It reminds me of a painting...and dead on for how I picture winter and snow. Ever so much snow.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

{Destination Ahead}

“Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration's shove or society's kiss on your forehead.” ― Susan Sontag Feb4

Tuesday, February 2, 2016


“This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath…” ― Margaret Atwood, Eating Fire: Selected Poetry 1965-1995 feb3 feb3b Yes I did it! On my home from work, in the midst of a snow drenched streets, passive aggressive tailgaters and blustery wind...I stopped by Lake Harriet and took some shots. It was very windy and hard to see but in for five minutes I shot from the hip and was pretty pleased with what was captured.

Friday, January 29, 2016

{Stacked Up}

"I'm a walking, talking enigma. We're a dying breed." -Larry David jan29 jan29b

Sunday, January 24, 2016


Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on their hinges, the cupboard unlocked, the wind roaring and whimpering in the rooms rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds that thwack like rubber bands in an open palm. -Marge Piercy To Have Without Holding jan24

Saturday, January 23, 2016

{Old Soul}

There is a beautiful thing inside you that is thousands of years old. Too old to be capture in poems. Too old to be loved by everyone. But loved so very dearly by a chosen few. ~Nikita Gill jan23

Thursday, January 21, 2016

{January love letter}

“My dear, In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile. In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm. I realized, through it all, that… In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back. Truly yours, Albert Camus” jan21b jan21 jan21c This is worth reposting both the pictures and the quotes. Especially in the heart of winter...January of all months. One day I will like January. It is my mission to figure out a way to enjoy January, specifically in Minnesota. So I'll make it a point to take out my camera and try to capture some pictures today. I've been organizing photos that go back years and have gotten lost in old images. But I get twitchy and can sense when it's time to make some art. It's above 20 today so I don't risk my fingers becoming frostbit and/or frozen to the shutter of my camera. I also won't offend anyone with the ranting of cuss words that flow off my tongue when it gets too cold. It's just figuring out what to shoot. Everything is white and grey right now and I'll have to pull deep to find a nugget of inspiration....but I accept this challenge. It's on January!