Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

Wednesday is dress up day here in the studio and a perfect day for procrastinating.
Today's inspiration:

Nancy Upton

photo by: Shannon Skloss
if you haven't heard about this, here is one of many articles 
about why I love this woman!

My ode to Nancy:

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

Want to feel small...

Video created by Science educator James Drake who has created a one-minute time-lapse video of the ISS (International Space Station) circling the globe, which provides a fascinating look at Earth from above.
This was created by combining 600 photos that are available via the Johnson Space Center's Gateway to Astronomy Photograph of Earth, an online repository of photographs taken by astronauts.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Friday Already...

It is Friday and as of late, it seems to be my personal quest to avoid all of my pending deadlines.
(I will meet them or make them early, I just like to turn up the pressure it seems) 
Don't get me wrong, I really want to be doing everything I have signed up for; but at the same time I am having a really hard time deciding which task to handle while I let my brain sort out those sorrid details...I decided to play with the camera.

While I was doing a little guerrilla gardening this morning (our HOA has a gardener, but our sprinklers have never really worked on a regular or in a predictable way so I have taken it upon myself to create our little outdoor space) anywho, while adding new mulch this morning I saw our neighbor leave for work or errands. She had her hair all natural and full and it inspired me to see how far out my hair would go if I brushed my hair. My mother is ALWAYS saying that my messy head of hair would be far more manageable if I simply took a brush to it (she has strait hair) regardless how many times I tell her curls don't work like that.
OH My!! here is the results of my playing:

On a side note:
I am also TOTALLY overrun with zuchinni and have begun pickling it.
Using the squash instead of cuccumbers seems to be working out REALLY well.
Below is the recipe I use in case you are overwhelmed too:

oh, FYI don't pickle just any green cherry tomatoes unless they are literally right about to change color. Not all green tomatoes are alike, trust me I learned it the hard way. A green tomato doesn't mean just a green tomato, it means shy of ripe: green tomato.
Otherwise you too will have a sour, evil bomb of nastyness in your mouth that you try to chew just to be brave while your 3year old nephew watches horrified of the faces you are making.
 PLUS, that flavor lingers for far far far too long.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

On this day...

I don't watch television or listen to the radio on this day...I don't like to remember this day.
This day was a devastating day for too many people (understatement)
and I don't like to relive it or be reminded of it.
It is not that I do not acknowledge it, or honor is simply too too painful still.

Five years ago in the early morning hours I was sitting on my Nana's bed, whispering into her ear, smiling with a brave face and taking deep breaths for her. She meanwhile was struggling to take her own air and was slowly slipping into her next journey...
I know she if fine, she told me so...but it still hurts.

10years ago I was working at a map company and my job RADICALLY changed from a simple customer service person, to a witness, a confidant, and a person of interest. I was thrown into the chaos of the day, all while trying to comprehend what was happening and terrified of the immediate hate that that would be set into motion. The simple interesting job that I had taken on a mere year beforehand was now all consuming in my dreams and thoughts.
This day set into motion several more years of nightmarish phone conversations
from strangers and officials.

I don't like to remember this day; not because I do not care, but because I care so so very much.


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