Thursday, September 12, 2013

One of my favorite sunset views from our deck... speaks for itself...

Saturday, September 7, 2013

I'm THE poster child for the "prodigal blog owner" :)

Fortunately my bloghost doesn't disable inactive sites- because I am a master procrastinator when it comes to keeping up with this!

Now that I've owned my obvious lack of commitment to projects I start... I HAVE been taking lots of pictures this year and have actually embarked on some very cool projects- mail art and Postcrossing. 

Mail art involves creating art on envelopes and mailing them to like-minded artists in a 'swap'.  I just sent out 25 envelopes- some more artistic than others, to be honest, since I didn't realize how intense and hypercritical I would get about the art- and I received great mail art from those 25 other participants- very... very... very... cool! I loved this project and am feeling much more comfortable with pursuing my art in this format.

Postcrossing (google it) is a website you can join and send postcards all over the world!  You sign up online, are given other Postcrossing members' addresses, and you mail them a postcard. When the recipient signs in and reports they have recieved your postcard, then you become eligible to recieve a postcard from another member, who is randomly given your address.  I only participate in international postcard swaps, just to keep it safe - I don't want some crazy person to get my address and show up at my house. (If they travel from a foreign country to do that- I would admire that amount of spunk!)  It has been so much fun to receive postcards from all over the world- I have postcards from Europe, China, Australia, Taiwan, Spain, Japan, Russia and other faraway places!

Here's a couple pics (since this is kinda what I'm supposed to be doing here!) of the two projects. On the top are 2 postcards I received from Spain and Taiwan...

The mail art on the left are handmade envelopes from sheet music, which I tinted with coffee or watered down acrylic paint (2 of them) and then stamped. The middle row is acrylic paint, map cutouts and stamped; the top envelope also has some artwork I like from the web. The row on the right is mostly just acrylic paint and some stickers I had from scrapbooking -I was being a little lazy on those :)

Sunday, August 19, 2012

One of my favorite places...

This is one of my favorite places in the whole wide world! This is the view from an old converted farm house (below) at the Il Santo agriturismo in Greve, Tuscany, Italy.  We stayed here in July of 2010 and immediately felt like we were home... olive trees in the foreground, the vineyards of a neighboring farm in the valley, and the mountains and clouds in the distance... truly one of the most peaceful, idyllic locations I've ever visited. If that lotto money ever comes through- I will live the rest of my days here... (and yes, I am finally back posting here- it's a miracle!)

Monday, November 17, 2008

Nov. 16 The old and the new...


Obviously, I didn't take this picture today... or even in this century. But it has just as much significance in my decision to take this photo journey as something that I may capture with my fancy little digital/video camera with all its bells and whistles.

This is my great-grandfather. He was born in 1900 and this was taken around 1918, he's wearing his World War I uniform. He was still just a boy, really. My grandmother would be born 3 years later.
My memories of him are of an old man, although he was only in his 60s during my childhood and died before he reached 70. I vaguely remember my grandparents mentioning he had been in WWI, but had never seen this photo until my cousin sent it to me via the web a few weeks ago.
I only knew him as the tall, balding guy with a big, hearty laugh who bought me my first Barbie doll and lived in the house with the electric trolley rolling by every hour. I barely got to know him before he was gone forever. And I never knew him as he is pictured here...
What was he thinking as he posed for this picture? Had he already served, or was he shipping out for the first time in just a few days? Was he scared? What did he see there? What did he do in the war? Was he scarred- emotionally or physically... or both?
I never knew. And will never know. I can't even remember the historical WWI facts that we were forced to learn in high school (and then forgot). I never got to ask him about it- if he would have even been willing to talk about it. I was more interested in that Barbie...
What's the link to the here and now and how is it relevant to this blog of daily photos (which I'm already behind on)? I want to perserve as much as I possibly can of TODAY... the important, the emotional, the memorable, and even the mundane... so it's not lost. So it doesn't stop with me... So my kids and grandkids can read this and see the photos and think wow, Mom was crazy... but I never knew she felt like that... and I never knew my great great (great) grandfather served in WWI... and look how young he was and look at his face....
That's why I spent the weekend gathering all my photos stored on 2 computers and 2 flash drives and am sorting through all of them here on my laptop. I'm thankful that some relative thought it was important to take this picture 90 years ago.... so I could look into the face of this young boy and ponder what he must be thinking... and my grandchildren can ponder the same thing 50 years from now...

Nov. 15 ...Apocalypse and a faulty flash


What kind of picture is this? Who would take a picture of a thermostat?

Me, that's who... because this actually symbolizes my thoughts on... global warming and natural disasters... fun, happy thoughts, ehhh? Oh, my...

The picture has the rosy hue because I couldn't turn off the flash and it was in the middle of the afternoon. So then I get the bright idea to stick my finger over the flash and, lo and behold, the picture turns out red with a flame-like reflection on the thermostat.

The whole point was... it was 84 degrees in the house on Nov.15... what the &#$%&??? And it was at least 10 degrees hotter than that outside... on Nov. 15. Sure, we live in So. CA, but come on... it's NOT supposed to be that hot!

Fires were burning out of control to the north of us, and we were just thankful there weren't any in San Diego Co. (knock on wood) Sad to think how many people lost their homes due to the high heat combined with Santa Ana winds. In November.

We tolerated the unbearable heat on Saturday. We gave up and turned the AC on when Sunday was just more of the same. And we were awakened by an earthquake at 4:30 am on Monday.

What is this world coming to???

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Nov. 13-Cotton Candy Sunset


Remember pink cotton candy???

When I was growing up, we would always go to the County Fair in the late summer and it was a sight to behold. From the moment we drove into the dusty parking lot (that was just a farmer's field the other 51 weeks of the year), I knew I was in for a treat...

We most always went to the fair with my grandparents, who were farmers. That meant we had to trudge through every animal barn there was, which was usually an olfactory smorgasbord- pigs, fresh straw, steaming cow poop, and the familiar scent of the sheep pens, just like my grandfather's barn. Then we would have to go and check out the new tractors displayed by John Deere et al.

THEN we got to do the fun stuff- visit the fun houses and see the bearded lady and stroll down the midway while the barkers at each game booth attempted to draw us in and take our money.

And we always ended up at the cotton candy stand, where I would stand mesmerized, watching the pink clouds of sugary wisps be twirled like magic onto the paper cone as I patiently waited my turn. There's nothing sweeter than fresh pink cotton candy being pulled by chubby fingers and delicately placed into your mouth and melting like snowflakes on your tongue.


That's what these sunset clouds reminded me of on Thursday night....

Friday, November 14, 2008

Peanut Butter, you can be anything you want to be...



Yeah, I know that I didn't take this photo today, but the significance of it on my life and the lives of my children is tremendous...

Because of this day, I can finally tell my child, "You can be ANYTHING you want to be, even President of the United States!" and truly believe it.

I have never been able to say that to my children before this historical day...

Who would have thought we would see it in our lifetime? I took my son to the polls with me today after work and after I voted, we talked about the significance of the day- we shared the moment together so we would have the memory to share with our grandchildren and great-grandchildren if the unbelievable should happen.

At 9 pm Pacific time, Obama was giving his acceptance speech.

No matter your political beliefs, we have experienced a historical moment in our country... and in our lives...