Lordie it’s been a while, too long of while, since I have put my fingers on the keys. Since I have touched my camera. Since I have let my thoughts flow through word and image. It has been too long. And as a result, perhaps, I am lost in a myriad of thoughts. Ahhh where to begin? Love. Life. Compassion. Unity. Solitude. Peace. Chaos. Tranquility. Change. Constancy. So I begin my blogging anew with just one thought – fortitude. The strength and beauty of just one among many seemingly the same.
I invite you to swing over to my friend Christine’s blog, Quasi Agitato, to read my guest post entitled #Heaven in which I get to chat a bit about my #love of #Instagram and my favorite #s … Be sure to read some of her posts; absolutely brilliant!
By the way – I haven’t posted on here in a while. Sorry! That damn thing called “work” is getting in the way of so much fun stuff! Stay tuned though, I’ve got some edits I’m working on and lots of thoughts I’m ready to share.
xoxo
Christine
Whatever happened to my blog? Seemingly I have forgotten about it. “Not true!,” I say. Funny thing having to have a job and work to support a family. I am sure you all are no strangers to that indeed.
This past year has been a tough one. I was out of work for basically then entire school year due to another shoulder surgery due to another work-related injury. Money was tight and I sadly sold my camera to pay bills. A mother must do what a mother must do. I was able to find a used Fuji X100 which has held me over. My iPhone helped a bit too. Gotta love Instagram. One day I will build my DSLR kit again.
During my recuperation, I discovered yoga. And I wonder why I hadn’t started practicing sooner. I also rediscovered my love of being a mother. I often found myself wondering how I managed to work full-time, raise two kids on my own, help my kids through their special needs, take care of a house, and all that good stuff. But again, we moms we do what we must.
I finally got another job. I am pleased so far. I am not in the classroom any longer but am a specialist kind of transition consultant. And I like that I can shape this job into what works best for me and the students. And my team – they are a good group of people.
Along with work, my kids, my family, and yoga… I am still finding time for photography. It brings me a certain peace.
A short while ago, Paul and I went to NYC and in our walking journey around The City we passed by the building in which I had my first apartment. Different restaurant downstairs but still the same – 22nd & 7th. It would be cool if I still had that place!
Crossing through my yard, I came upon this tinsy little nest. It reminded me of the delicacy still present in the world around us … if we take notice.
Yesterday was a gorgeous day. Paul and I spent the entire day outside, walking the boardwalk (and me hoping for some good people watching!), going to the park, having ice cream, and checking out one of our favorite marinas. Seems the parking lot serves as their dry dock during off season. Odd. Can’t wait for the weather to warm up and get out on the water…
I have one tiny dolphin tattoo; my sisters and I share the “same one.” My dad drew the picture and we went together to all get the same design. Kind of a sister bonding thing. Well fast forward 20-ish years later and I am now semi-covered in ink. Each piece tells a particular, often poignent story. My friends Sean Rhodes and Kris Dilworth of Tough Luck Tattoo have been the ones to put my stories into image across the landscape of my body. (Oh click on a pic to see it larger!). Peace & happy tattooing!
On my way out of the Hotel Rodney in downtown Lewes, Delaware the other day, I walked by these flowers planted along the base of the mirror in the hall. They were so pretty. And I liked the continuous reflection of the flowers in the mirror. Post processing was tough only because there were so many enhancements I liked, finally I decided on this…
On occasion I’m stuck inside: weather, kids, working at home, boredom, comfort, solice, peace, chores … whatever. Just a few shots as of late from times when I’ve been stuck inside.
PS – that bike is waiting to come off the wall until the weather is sure to be nicer more consistently. I am not a cold and/or rainy weather rider!
When I was little I wanted to be an ice skater, “like Dorothy Hamill.” Hell I even had the hair cut so as to look the part. I wanted to be a artist like my Grandma Durst. I wanted to be a doctor like my Dad. Today I am still that misdirected dreamer that I was at 10 years old. The truth is – I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. Today I dream of my photography, having an art gallery of my own, or maybe being an “art teacher.” But art these days doesn’t pay the rent (did it ever?). So sometimes still I think – forget it – I’m just going to be a dog trainer. Dogs are cool – even the grumpy ones. And I am a behavior specialist after all …
