Tuesday, December 17, 2013
{Synchronicity} Phoenix, AZ Family Photography
“People living deeply have no fear of death.”
― Anaïs Nin
There are timeless friends in your life whose very presence is similar to being welcomed back into the arms of a childhood blanket. Sitting, Being, Laughing...Doing. You sit in their life. Decorate the tree. Drink the coffee. Laugh. Enjoy. Visit. Leave and know you will find bliss and love on each return.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
{Those Sweet Moments} Minneapolis, MN Family Photography
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
{Pressing Against Anything}
Making Love To Concrete
An upright abutment in the mouth of the Willis Avenue bridge a beige Honda leaps the divider like a steel gazelle inescapable sleek leather boots on the pavement rat-a-tat-tat best intentions going down for the third time stuck in the particular
You cannot make love to concrete if you care about being non-essential wrong or worn thin if you fear ever becoming diamonds or lard you cannot make love to concrete if you cannot pretend concrete needs your loving
To make love to concrete you need an indelible feather white dresses before you are ten a confirmation lace veil milk-large bones and air raid drills in your nightmares no stars till you go to the country and one summer when you are twelve Con Edison pulls the plug on the street-corner moons
Walpurgisnacht and there are sudden new lights in the sky stone chips that forget you need to become a light rope a hammer a repeatable bridge garden-fresh broccoli two dozen dropped eggs and a hint of you caught up between my fingers the lesson of a wooden beam propped up on barrels across a mined terrain between forgiving too easily and never giving at all.
Audre Lorde
An upright abutment in the mouth of the Willis Avenue bridge a beige Honda leaps the divider like a steel gazelle inescapable sleek leather boots on the pavement rat-a-tat-tat best intentions going down for the third time stuck in the particular
You cannot make love to concrete if you care about being non-essential wrong or worn thin if you fear ever becoming diamonds or lard you cannot make love to concrete if you cannot pretend concrete needs your loving
To make love to concrete you need an indelible feather white dresses before you are ten a confirmation lace veil milk-large bones and air raid drills in your nightmares no stars till you go to the country and one summer when you are twelve Con Edison pulls the plug on the street-corner moons
Walpurgisnacht and there are sudden new lights in the sky stone chips that forget you need to become a light rope a hammer a repeatable bridge garden-fresh broccoli two dozen dropped eggs and a hint of you caught up between my fingers the lesson of a wooden beam propped up on barrels across a mined terrain between forgiving too easily and never giving at all.
Audre Lorde
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Friday, November 8, 2013
{Thoughts...Thoughts...}
“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
― Charles Bukowski
Saturday, November 2, 2013
{Little Shop of Horrors} St. Peter, MN Lifestyle Photography
Gee, I wish you folks could see this. Hey Seymour, where did you get this WEEEEEEEEEEIRD plant?
-Little Shop of Horrors
I had a chance to check out Perry (not Thor as I misnamed it earlier) the Third at the campus of Gustavus Adolphus on Friday night. Thor is a stinky plant that blooms when it wants to. I dig that attitude with plants or people. The trip to St. Peter was beautiful and reminded me of my many many trips through the quaint town when I was in grad school...some time ago. I stopped there on and off but finally got to spend the evening in a sweet town full of nice folks and fun. If you have time for the drive, I highly recommend. Whether you see Thor (stinky stinky Thor) or just jaunting through Southern Minnesota.
Monday, October 28, 2013
{Love the Ones Your With} Eagan, MN Family Photography
Thursday, October 24, 2013
{Cuddlebugs} Edina, MN Lifestyle Photography
Sunday, October 13, 2013
{Serenity Answers} Minneapolis, MN Life Musings
From the Pancake/Walkathon/Soccerathon Saturday....I share with you my observation on 7 year old boys. And why we'll be having a long discussion on personal boundaries in the house soon. And why one does not play DS while waiting in a long line for pancakes...(no one is happy when mom is hungry)
Thursday, October 10, 2013
{Tales We Tell Ourselves}
Monday, October 7, 2013
{Beautiful Her}
Thursday, October 3, 2013
{Sweet Sunshine} Minneapolis, MN Child Photography
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Search
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
By your side
Sunday, September 15, 2013
{Hippy Shake}
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
{Spirit Storm}
When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own.
There you can be sure you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb tonight.
The night will give you a horizon further than you can see.
You must learn one thing: the world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
Sweet Darkness -David Whyte
When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own.
There you can be sure you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb tonight.
The night will give you a horizon further than you can see.
You must learn one thing: the world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
Sweet Darkness -David Whyte
Monday, September 9, 2013
{Right Now}
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
{Per-sist-ence}
Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim, swim. -Dory {Finding Nemo}
Love this guy so much. He teaches me so much. I'm very proud of his courage and passion for the pool. Last summer he wouldn't leave the steps. He watched his sister from the shallow end. Throughout the year he taught himself to swim when I couldn't get him into swim lessons. Practice, patience, practice and by the end of this summer...And with help from an awesome swim instructor he has become my Little Nemo!
Friday, August 30, 2013
{Hear This}
"Somewhere along the way, someone is going to tell you, 'There is no "I" in team.' What you should tell them is, 'Maybe not. But there is an "I" in independence, individuality and integrity.'" Avoid teams at all cost. Keep your circle small. Never join a group that has a name. If they say, "We're the So-and-Sos," take a walk. And if, somehow, you must join, if it's unavoidable, such as a union or a trade association, go ahead and join. But don't participate; it will be your death. And if they tell you you're not a team player, congratulate them on being observant.”
― George Carlin
Words for my little peeps as they start another school year...
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
{Wishes for You)
“There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
Saturday, August 24, 2013
{Swimmer Wind}
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
{Tulle and Twine}
Friday, August 16, 2013
{Drops of Jupiter}
“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To them... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, their very breath is cut off... Thet must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency they is not really alive unless they are creating.”
― Pearl S. Buck
Sunday, August 11, 2013
{Sweet Dreams}
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Friday, August 9, 2013
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
{Seascape}
Thursday, April 11, 2013
{Just the Three of Us} Hopkins, MN Family Photography
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
{If you give pig a classrom}
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