March 24, 2012


I used to write from a different place  – a place deep down that didn’t ask for permission and didn’t care if what came out made sense to anyone else. The writing was metaphorical, clever, witty, and intelligent – sometimes raw and emotional. When I read my older writing I’m equally fascinated and confused…by what I had to say and where that voice went.  My voice vanished. Tonight this little flashing cursor is intimidating. It’s blinking expectantly, waiting for me to say something that someone else wants to read.  Maybe that’s the problem – back then I was only writing for myself. I was writing just to write.

I need something to snap me out of this. Maybe it’s from working in stuffy offices too long, hearing too much legal jargon and too little poetry. Maybe it’s from being numb and uninspired in general. I don’t like this place, I don’t like my job, I love life and try to find beautiful things about it every day but sometimes inspiration is evasive.


February 6, 2012

hanging on

I’m sitting in the bathroom floor against the radiator, drinking coffee. The mild winter has made me weak! I can’t get warmed up this morning. This old, drafty house doesn’t help much.

Yesterday I went out on a long shoot, but didn’t wander far from home. I found a little bit of Autumn holding on – and could certainly relate.


January 26, 2012

A Journey of Photographic Vision

I’m reading this book right now called “Within the Frame: The Journey of Photographic Vision ” – it is absolutely fabulous. “There are so many how to books, but not many why to books.” A lot of the concepts in this book have sort of slapped me in the face by how obvious they should have been, but weren’t. I can’t wait to go on my next shoot after finishing it.

View on Amazon: Within the Frame: The Journey of Photographic Vision

January 25, 2012

foggy mornings

Being awake before 10am is unreasonable. My cats, however, are up at 4am. I feel bad for locking them out of the bedroom but what else can I do? They sound like a full fledged stampede on these old wood floors. Mornings would be worth the effort if I could make use of the light with my camera. The past two mornings have been beautifully foggy along the river, but I only have the time to take iphone snapshots while I’m stopped at redlights.

January 23, 2012


I can’t believe I haven’t updated since before Christmas. It really doesn’t seem like that long but it never really does. The good news for photo-mongers is that I now have a proper camera again, no more shoddy iPhone shots.

The bad news is that the company I work for seems to be falling apart. Not that I particularly like corporate life, it would just be nice if something would sit still long enough for me to get situated. Plus it’s really close to home. Five minute commutes are worth exchanging a lot of things for.

I woke up this morning feeling closer to God, though. I think He’s telling me to be a little more satisfied and appreciative of the things and opportunities that I have. A peaceful heart can take us a long way.

Speaking of peace…I have some things to say about that, but it’s time to get ready for work.

November 23, 2011

creative inner child.

My creative inner child wears flouncy skirts and is absolutely certain that spinning is always appropriate. She thinks rain is romantic and kiss-bruised lips are enough of a reason to keep breathing. Actually, my creative inner child is more like a pubescent teenage girl – with newly discovered sexuality and a desire to temp the world, just to see what she’s capable of.

November 21, 2011

a memory

My first science experiement took place crouched in my bedroom closet. I was eight. I don’t know what posessed me to start mixing chemicals together but I believe it had something to do with ants. Dad kept trying to kill the fire-ants in the yard and never had much luck. None of the stuff he got at the store would work.

I didn’t understand this, considering my mother had warned me so often about Windex. She said it would make me have pneumonia – which I alredy knew made people die. Actually, she was probably just telling me it had amonia in it but I didn’t understand the difference. I figured those ants could get pneumonia from it too.

Determined to make something that would kill anything, I sneaked all sorts of bottles out from the cabinets – lysol, peroxide, iodine, baby powder, alcohol, dish soap, and of course, windex. I used the little dixie cups from the dispenser in the bathroom and created all sorts of concoctions.

At the annual Railroad Festival, Dad had bought me a wooden, screened in bug house and a butterfly net. I used it to trap all sorts of crawly critters to torture with my poisons. It’s really a wonder I didn’t poison myself, but I was careful not to breathe any of it in so I didn’t get pneumonia.

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November 21, 2011

My Writing Desk


I should probably buy proper curtains.

November 13, 2011

The Morning Pages

Tomorrow I’m starting the Morning Pages again – pretty powerful stuff.  I’m about the farthest you could imagine from being a morning person, so it’s going to be difficult to stick to. The last time I did this, it was more like Afternoon Pages. Still effective, but more muddled with the day’s events.

For those of you who don’t know what Morning Pages are – it is a practice suggested by Julia Cameron, featured in her book The Artists Way. The idea is to write three pages, or around 750 words, of stream of consciousness long hand. The last time I tired, it opened up a big can of emotional worms that I had no idea was buried. It was more alarming than creatively developmental. Let’s hope I get past that this time and move on to some serious flow.

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November 13, 2011

Crafty Sunday


Made another- a little better but still needs work.