KClark Photography

Dreams of Flight

2012-01-10T18:56:00.010-06:00

I'd fly with you, if I only could
said the little porcelain bird

to deep blue pools and far off sands
in dreams we'd never land

I'd fly with you, if I just could
my one true feathered friend

I realized again today why I enjoy making photographs so much. Yes its the beautiful places but so much more as well. I was wrestling with and image I was trying to take. I'd been thinking about it for a while and was trying to make it work and it wasn't. I read a quote from Marc Chagall recently and it hit home again.

"If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing."

Once I let go of the wrestling, something else came in. A story, a line of poetry a bit of whimsy. As I took down this bowl to dust it I rediscovered a found feather and the little transfer ware bird began her story. I wish I could describe what happens when a story begins. I'm sure you creative folk have similar experiences. As you create from the heart something extra gets added and passed on for others to see and appreciate. This image is another reminder for me to let go and let the stories take flight and capture them if I can.

Worlds Collide

2012-01-04T16:06:00.003-06:00

I spent the night in the country indulging my love of the night sky. I could see the metropolis I lived in on the horizon casting its glow like a rising sun. Each small town nearby had its own small dome of electric light it sent into sky, as if it announced and protected them from intrusion. I sat in the dark, harvested field waiting for just such a meeting. I sat in deliberate darkness waiting for my world to meet deep space. I wanted to see the meteors blaze across the darkness, their brief fire frozen by my lens. As I sat there in the noisy darkness. I could hear dogs barking from miles away. Donkeys guarding their flocks, braying at predators. The light, the dogs, the donkeys and the atmosphere protecting their little bit of space from any intrusion. How did one tiny bit of comet dust stand a chance against such vigilance? Worlds aren't allowed to collide.

Happy Holidays

2011-12-22T19:15:00.002-06:00

The holiday season in San Antonio usually involves a trip down town to stroll the riverwalk and take in the lights on display. A chance to quack at the ducks, eat, drink and be merry. This year was no exception. I'll be spending the holidays with family and couldn't be happier about that. I hope this season you are able to be with the folks you love and love you. Peace my friends.

December Mists

2011-12-13T13:27:00.003-06:00

As a photographer you are always looking for that sweet light. A light that does more than just illuminate. It becomes a part of the photograph. Foggy,misty, pea soup mornings do that for me. The damp turns my mundane often over looked neighborhood into a place full of possiblities. Who knows what could walk out of the mist with a story to tell. So I spent this morning within a few miles of my home enjoying what a little moisture does to the landscape and my perspective. The flickr link in the right column will show you some of my other favorite images from this morning. This particular tree for many years held a hawk's nest at the very top. The limb finally broke and I guess they decided it was a bad risk to build again. That doesn't keep me from scrutinizing it every time I drive by, which is fairly often, just in case they move back to The Hawk Tree.

Fall Reflections

2011-11-20T12:48:00.003-06:00

I spent yesterday tramping through Lost Maples State Park with a group of fellow photographers. Lost Maples is one of the few places near San Antonio with naturally occurring Fall color and draws huge crowds when the colors start to turn. Despite the large groups of Fall color fans there was plenty of room for everyone. We each had plenty of room to kick some leaves and take photos. We stayed until well after dark. I had forgotten how gorgeous the sky could be in remote areas. Despite the sore back (from lugging camera gear) soar legs (need to get working on those lunges again) and two lungs full of cedar (no ill effects, thank you very much) I really feel like I need to make a point to get out to the far beyond more often.

Vacation is Over

2011-10-04T18:31:00.009-05:00

I had a wonderful time. I saw a whole new place I'll return to again I'm sure. I got to hang out with some of my favorite people on the planet. We'll have stories to tell for a long time. Next time, Pietown!

Candy Corn Etiquette

2011-09-02T18:46:00.002-05:00

It is almost the Halloween season and that can only mean..... the return of Candy Corn. That pressed sugar, kinda corn looking candy that appears every year. There some candies I can't pass up. Sixlets, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Butter Mints. Candy Corn isn't a favorite but that's not to say I don't have some etiquette I follow when I do snack on the faux corn sweetness. Naturally the segmented colors pratically demand that they be eaten in three bites. First nibble off the white tip, then the somewhat larger orange middle then finish off the bright yellow bottom. Never place Candy Corn in a pocket for later snacking. They should make lint brushes from Candy Corn. Don't refridgerate the candy. You really need room temperture for optimal munching. Please don't ignore the noses that got knocked off in the bag. Do save them for the end however as whole candies must be eaten first. Okay, I think that's all my freakish Candy Corn rules. Enjoy!

Method Press

2011-08-29T18:33:00.008-05:00

I'm Your Biggest Fan was included in the second edition of Method Press. Method Press is an art-filled idea magazine celebrating lo-fi thinkers. Take a trip through the preview. Method Press

Support or Constraint

2011-08-13T20:27:00.004-05:00

Here's something to consider. Are the things and or people in your life supporting you or constraining you? Do they prop you up or hold you back? Are you taking short shallow sips of oxygen or are you breathing deeply and filling yourself with life giving air? Are you strong enough to support yourself? Absolutely. Are you brave enough? I believe that too. Loosen your stays! Fill your lungs and life with enlightened air.

I summon the rain

2011-08-10T18:21:00.005-05:00

Summon the water rain mist drizzle
Galvanize the clouds

Mended

2011-08-08T19:35:00.003-05:00

Chipped,broken and burnt
Life has been hard
Pieced back together like
a pottery quilt
Still, wild roses bloom and
soft beauty remains

Majestic at dawn

2011-07-27T14:45:00.003-05:00

I slipped downtown this morning before dawn hoping to catch some street scenes. As I stood outside the Majestic Theatre wishing I could get inside for some photographs I think a star descended.

Fly Like an Eagle

2011-07-20T11:22:00.005-05:00

Do you have roller rink memories? I grew up in the country but the small town I went to school in had a old roller rink that I got to skate in once before it closed down. The floor was dusty hardwood and so wavy I might could say it was more like surfing instead of skating. My best friend and I and a cool guy friend spent one afternoon holding each other up as we surfed round and round to Steve Miller's Fly Like an Eagle. I don't know what else was in the juke box at the time but that was all we wanted to hear. The building is still there and I'd love to get into now and look around and see what I can see. These skates I caught while visiting the 70's again and watching Roller Derby at a skate center last week. Good times.

Still the Art of Living

2011-07-15T15:55:00.003-05:00

I got the opportunity to contribute to a book along with many talented women who are all artists that share their work on Etsy. We are all members of the Female Photographers of Etsy team. We share a passion for photography and I'm thrilled to be included in such wonderful company. The book is available in many formats at a variety of prices. Click on the heading for a link to the book and a preview. I was tickled to see The Book Kiss featured in the preview pages. Take a peak.

I'm Your Biggest Fan

2011-07-12T12:47:00.004-05:00

The Book Cabin

2011-07-08T19:37:00.005-05:00

I've built me a cabin of books to be read
I'll read each table,cabinet,footstool and bed

Preservation

2011-06-21T19:54:00.006-05:00

Did you grow up with canning jars? The ones I grew up with weren't blue or closed with a metal bail. They had a metal ring to screw on and weren't complete until you heard that pop from the cooling jars. Every summer for as long as I can remember Mom has put up all kinds of vegetables. Beans,tomatoes,pickles and peppers found their way into the sterilized jars, spent time in hot water or that scary pressure cooker and then graced the pantry shelf waiting for a future dinner table. Sent home to share with family and friends and returned when empty for next years crop. Recycling before it was fashionable. Keeping the carbon footprint small before we realized what big feet we had. I hope you get a chance to eat some home canned food this summer. Savor it if you do.

Paperback Romance

2011-06-07T09:27:00.001-05:00

Romance bound in a paperback book
Lived in 496 pages-spine broken to
sip all the sweet flavor

Dreams realized on rough inexpensive paper
Under two bucks at the Great Exchange

Oh Harlequin Romance man where are you?

Daisy

2011-05-14T18:11:00.003-05:00

I got the chance to share my home for a bit with a little dog named Daisy. It didn't work out, thanks in large part to two strong personalities in little bitty bodies. So, its just me and the felines again and I can't see me trying the dog thing again. Little Jimmy was a wonderful fluke and I'm so glad I had him for the short time I did but that relationship can't be reproduced. It's official I'm an unmitigated cat lady, the crazy part even applies sometimes.

She Waits

2011-04-28T18:27:00.002-05:00

She waits.

Her petals bowled gently for rain.
Her stem held sturdy for vase.
Her nectar stored safely for bee.

She waits.

Hot and Dry

2011-04-26T19:49:00.002-05:00

The forecast for the summer. Ugh

The Root Touch Up

2011-04-19T17:15:00.005-05:00

Definition of ANTHROPOMORPHISM
: an interpretation of what is not human or personal in terms of human or personal characteristics

But they really look like they are in a beauty shop. Right??

The Optimist

2011-04-12T15:11:00.006-05:00

Optimist

One who holds the opinion that all events are ordered for the best.

One who looks on the bright side of things, or takes hopeful views.

Born Yesterday, err uhm, TODAY!

2011-04-09T21:03:00.005-05:00

I can remember sitting in Sunday school class as a child watching the teacher place a cut out Jesus on the felt board as she told a story. I can't remember what the parable was she was teaching us but I remember a question I asked her. "Will there be cats in heaven?" I asked Mrs. Swenson. She responded, "If cats make you happy, then there will be cats in heaven." That worked for me. I'm sure I've spoken to you all about the karmic properties of cats and kittens. I believe the amount of love and care you show a cat or kitten is returned to you greatly magnified. So, adopt a cat or kitten and watch the magic happen.

Bed Love

2011-03-30T13:16:00.004-05:00

Have you taken a nap lately?

intr.v., napped, nap·ping, naps.
1.To sleep for a brief period, often during the day; doze.

Why do they say "take" a nap? Why not "find" a nap, "discover", "give yourself" a nap.

Let's Rock

2011-03-24T18:44:00.006-05:00

I am a rocker and I rest in the light. Soaking up energy that will make it that much easier for us to move together. I'll rise up to meet you as you prepair to land. I sigh as you settle, creak and wheeze a bit as well. I'm so happy you haven't been subject to want and will gladly accept the extra sweet weight you bring. Sit in the sun with me and we'll rock for a bit. My blade like feet will crush the dust on the wood floor and hum away all cares. Return to your first learned movement in your mother's arms.

Let's rock.

Simplify

2011-03-18T17:25:00.005-05:00

I've always been a cottage type of person but lately I'm craving less clutter in mine. I've been drawn to images and photographs of interiors that are full of light and empty wood floors. I realized how far I was from that when trying to capture the light coming through my bedroom windows. I got the table cleared off and I'm happy with the shot but now I need to find a place for what came off the dresser top. I think the place might be a garage sale. It is time to simplify my home. I'm ready to keep only what I really love and let someone else appreciate and find what I've "found" in the past. What I'd really love is a big empty room with lots of windows and old wood floors to use as a studio. No furniture, just lots of wonderful light. Sigh

Here's your chance to win some wonderful photography

2011-03-15T16:27:00.002-05:00

All you need to do is leave a comment on the treasury and you are eligible to win all 16 items in the treasury. Go ahead give it a shot and take a second to see some of the wonderful work being created by the Female Photographers of Etsy.

Tick Tick Ticking

2011-03-14T18:43:00.004-05:00

Is there anything better than a feather pillow? Not down, feather. The kind that is a little bit crunchy and fairly regularly pushes a quill into your sleeping cheek. The kind that you can ball up after a couple of years and form into the perfect sleeping rock. The kind that you wouldn't dream of leaving home without. The kind that always makes your bed, yours and immediately familiar. These old feather pillows were inevitably covered in navy ticking that lasted forever. Feather pillows are a weakness of mine. I rarely pass them up and horde them when found to use at a future date. You can pretty much bet that if you spot that blue ticking, its wrapped around those painfully comfortable feathers,waiting to accompany you to dreamland.

All Business

2011-03-11T20:20:00.002-06:00

I got invited to display my work in a local chain of restaurants and this image was taken today after I finished setting up. I received the invitation as a result of participating in the Garage of Goods in February. I decided to participate in GofG as a result of making a point to make myself and my work more visible. I got word today as well that one of my photographs will be used in an anthology as cover art. Some of you may have remembered a previous post about flying my "freak" flag and putting myself out there. My efforts are bearing fruit with the Spring. Thanks to you all for your continued support and encouragement. I'm just thrilled to see the proof of my beliefs being made manifest. Believe and it will be.

Signs of Spring

2011-03-01T18:21:00.004-06:00

One of the sure signs of Spring for me is the cleaning of the Martin houses. Each little cubby is stuffed with straw,grass,feathers,mud,candy wrappers and bird spit. Each woven into a tight spiral that would serve as a perfect model for a deep space black hole. The Martins will arrive soon and use it for a few months. Then the Sparrows move in and add their bits and pieces. Something that I would agonize over they build incredibly quickly. Weaving and stitching the bits and pieces into a home for as long as its needed. Welcome Martins. The houses are raised and we await your chatter over a growing garden.

Travel Plans

2011-02-25T18:34:00.006-06:00

Ideas are percolating. This old atlas and monopoly shoe seemed to set the mood for me this year. Ireland,Scotland or some of both? Summer or Fall? I feel like I need to get this years trip especially right. If the Mayans have got it right I may not get to go back again, eek! What's your dream destination?

Stone Shadows and Light

2011-02-22T15:23:00.007-06:00

Does stone speak to you? I listen to it all the time. What seems hard and impenetrable is really a sponge for memory and emotions. The stone absorbs the dreams and prayers of years and keeps them stored to inspire the future. I'm never more at home then when walking through a stone ruin. The closest I can get while here at home are the Spanish missions that trail through San Antonio. Many of the missions are still active churches with worshipers continuing to feed the well of stone inspiration. I sat in the chapel of the Mission San Juan and let the white morning sun and stone enlightenment, fill me.

A Cowgirl's Dream

2011-02-16T15:46:00.006-06:00

I spent part of yesterday communing with the farm and ranch folk at the livestock show and rodeo here in town. Huge barns full of all manner of livestock.
Horses,pigs,goats I'm sure there was a bear in one of the barns. It was fragrant, colorful and a whole nuther world. Just what I love to try to get peeks at. I met a fellow photographer there that is living her dream. Joanne Meekes. She takes photographs of a lifestyle she loves and lives, ranching. She hits the San Antonio and Houston rodeos and the Calgary Stampede selling her work and then spends the rest of her time with her horses on her ranch in Wyoming. She had a style that was unique to her. The kind of artist that if you saw a piece you would know it is her work. She found a passion for a subject and is managing to capture that and share it. I'm still young in my photography and am still looking for that voice that is uniquely mine. I'm thrilled when I come across someone else that got there and is living their dream.

Garage of Goods

2011-02-12T18:39:00.005-06:00

It is done. My very first, in person sale. I learned a lot from the experience. What's that you ask? Well. First, the shade in February is cold all day long. Sister's and family make the very best support system. Thanks Cheryl and Rachel. Hey, Jesse and Carmen thanks for stopping by. It is a real thrill to be able to talk about my work to people that admire it. To be able to talk about where I took this shot and why. To see a woman moved to tears by the story about my photograph By Hand. It is so exciting to think my work will be hung in someones new home. It was wonderful to be able to share my work and have it apprecited and it makes the chill and sore feet well worth it. If you stopped by my booth and picked up a business card (which were wildly popular by the way) thanks for stopping by. If you bought something, don't forget about your coupon code for future purchases. Thanks so much for being a part of my exciting day.

8mm

2011-01-30T19:41:00.005-06:00

When I was looking for inspiration a memory from my past resurfaced. The family gathering around a projection screen that was always a little awkward to put up. I can hear the raspy swoosh it made as it was raised. Pulling out the old Keystone 8mm projector and firing it up. It always had a unique smell as it ran. Kind of hot and plastic at the same time. The ratcheting sound as much a part of the experience as the sepia relatives I knew only from film. I dug through reels of film while setting up the projector reading the indexes of vacations past. I agree with them. The memories are worth keeping. I'll return and watch them all again.

House Guest

2011-01-12T18:57:00.004-06:00

I've had house guests for the last week,swelling the cottage's cat count to six. This has brought an extensive list of additional chores. If anyone ever tells you that cats are low maintenance you have my permission to snort. Sweeping,scooping,filling water and food bowls. No not that food,something else. Gimme water from the bathroom faucet. But I need to sleep in the rolly chair in front the computer,you sit somewhere else. Tell him to stop looking at me. Whatcha drinking? Let me stick my paw in for a taste. I didn't knock that over. Their "non neediness" was not apparent.

That being said. I laughed at and petted, played and worried over each and every one and would do it again. A break from routine keeps you on your toes and helps you appreciate the blessings you have on a daily basis. This photograph is of one of my house guests, Calvin. He is struggling through health issues but made himself at home and did his best to please me by putting on some weight while he visited, one spoonful at a time. Calvin,Moles and Helo you are welcome anytime, despite what SweetPea may tell you.

A Magic Bottle

2010-12-31T16:08:00.003-06:00

I found a magic bottle on the eve of a new year
Sitting quietly and gleaming like a dream that knows no fear

I begged the bottle's pardon but there is something I must ask
You've lost your stopper bottle how will your magic last?

I have no cork, I'm open, she answered quickly back
The magic pours into me then fills up every crack

It shines into and through me dear for all the world to see
As long as I am open the magic stays in me.

May your New Year and all the years to come be filled with magic and the belief n the potential we all carry inside as long as we stay open.

Kim

Alamo in Shadows

2010-12-18T20:18:00.003-06:00

I'm headed to the river at twilight again tomorrow with some photo friends. This shot of the Alamo was taken late at night which is why you don't see the throngs of visitors you normally would. I found a new place to park downtown and you can practically see the walls of the grounds around the Alamo from where you park. So...if anyone is in town and needs a tour guide, give me a shout.

Mick Jagger holiday lips with ducks

2010-12-14T19:31:00.004-06:00

You're probably saying what the heck does that title mean. Well...that's the first thing that came to mind when I was taking this image. The Christimas lights along the bridge and the reflections reminded me of the Rolling Stones logo. It just so happens there were resident ducks landing at the time I was taking the photograph and it added a bit of lip like texture across the middle. If you look closely you can see their little Loch Ness impressions on the river. This image was taken late night/early morning down along the river walk here in San Antonio. Myself and several photography club buddies had just about free run of the place because it was mid week and middle of the night. It was a real treat though. We could set up our tripods where ever we wanted and the only folks walking through our long exposure were us, if we weren't paying attention. I'm headed to a different part of the river this weekend. Now that I've got my feet wet, so to speak, I'm anxious to see how the next shoot goes. Needless to say dear followers, I'm likely to share some with you.

Surprise Christmas Tree

2010-12-06T19:06:00.003-06:00

I found this rustic Christmas tree while visiting the country. I'm going to keep my eyes open and see what else I can find this month.

Time Passages

2010-12-01T17:38:00.005-06:00

I decided to work on a photo assignment this afternoon. Tic Toc and all that implies. So, I'm setting up the clock and watch, getting out the tripod, fiddling around to get started and the whole time that old song Time Passages is running through my head. "I go drifting through those time passages". As another birthday draws near its a good time to cast my line into the time passages and see what I might have forgotten about. Something I still needed to work on? Some place I had forgotten to remember. Some book I was supposed to read. Some memory I was supposed to remember to remember? As much as I love living around vintage things I'm reminded that remembering the past is wonderful. Living in the past can be a waste of the life you have now. Cast your line back by all means. Then cast your gaze around where you are right now and make these moments memorable.

We Thought you was a Toooaaaad

2010-11-26T17:45:00.005-06:00

After a wonderful Thanksgiving lunch I took a stroll to see what I could see. That's one of my favorite things to do..see what I can see, like the bear went over the moutain. I found this little guy perched on the edge of a fence post. I thought at first it was a cicada husk but no, it was a Gray Tree Frog. I've heard plenty of the little guys but this was my first chance to get up close and personal, so to speak. He was very patient. Large groups of family members took photos and debated exactly what he was. A venomous, Brazilian Vampire Frog that caused instant aging if he spat suddenly at you or a toad. What he was was a little bit of magic, just hanging out on a warm afternoon enjoying his Thanksgiving.

Sofa Solitude in Dreams

2010-11-24T14:10:00.005-06:00

A strawberry field with a Simpson's sky. Where else would you put a sofa? Sometimes I know right away that something needs to be photographed. Those are the times when I kick myself for not having my camera with me. Luckily, this sofa stayed in place for several days and gave me a chance to get to it. Why is there a sofa in the middle of a field? I've no idea. But I had the feeling I'd stepped into someones dream. Were they about to arrive and watch the sky change like channels on a television? Had they sat on the sofa for hours until chased off by rabid squirrels after their Cheetos? Whatever the dreamers status, the stage stayed empty long enough for me to capture this sofa in a dreams solitary moment.

Flying a Freak Flag

2010-11-21T17:56:00.005-06:00

While recently grumbling about being an "artist" or rather not being an "artist" a good friend shared some advice. "Let your freak flag fly", she says. I knew immediately what she meant. I so admire artists and crafts people that have a confidence in their work and set about embracing and expressing it without fear. That's what I'm aiming for. I'll capture images that speak to me and trust that in sharing them others will see the whimsy,magic,beauty and sometimes ugly with new eyes. Following my instints and turning on my "noticer" will help me fly my freak flag and become the artist I know I am inside. Thank you all for your continued support.

I chose this photograph because, well, have you seen a more freaky cherub in your life? He stood at the corner of a building in Glasgow. The artist clearly had a vision he wanted to share and had his freak flag flying.

A Perfect Autumn Day

2010-11-16T16:02:00.005-06:00

Just outside the gates of Dryburgh Abbey in the borders area of Scotland, waits a view of my perfect Autumn day. There are trees waving a last goodbye in brilliant colors. A lovely stone wall with bits of moss as mortar. A further fence to keep the sheep and cattle off the abbey grounds. The view is all the more precious because there won't be another like it for me once I return home. South Texas seasons don't so much "turn" as casually glance over one shoulder and then another. So I throughly enjoyed my Fall in Scotland. Cold and rain, sunny days with a jacket still required and so many colors I felt like I had a seat next to a forest fire that burned without damage. Almost Thanksgiving and I sit here in the cottage with all the windows open and the sun shining brightly. Dreaming of a cool, damp beautiful Scotland waiting for my return.

Haunted Scotland

2010-11-07T12:22:00.002-06:00

I'm back and about half way through doing the intial edit of gobs of photographs. I didn't want to wait to long to start sharing them with you all. Hope this one gives you some shivers even though Halloween has passed.

Scotland Bound

2010-10-20T13:51:00.004-05:00

I'm headed for my favorite place on earth. This will be my first trip with my "big girl" camera so I expect to spend gobs of time editing once I get home. You, dear followers, will be sure to see the cream of the crop so stay tuned. Give me a couple of weeks and I'll return full of haggis,whisky,peat fires,beautiful countryside and all that is Scotland to share with you all. See you soon.

Inspiration

2010-10-10T19:00:00.008-05:00

I don't only photograph kittens and ducklings, honest. I had mean ol wrestlers a few posts back. But there was something about this little guy that just begged capturing. So I spent some time getting down on his level today and have the rug burns on my elbows to prove it. Observations about kittens: They're speedy. Their noses get dirty and require wiping if you want that "kitten calender" shot. They grow up really fast so if you want to capture them at their teensiest you better get busy. This little guy is still waiting to be named offically. Latest thinking is Whipper as his tail is a bit of a windmill.

Play Time

2010-10-03T20:18:00.004-05:00

Bath time can be fun. Buttercup and "Baby" spend some time this afternoon relaxing and cleaning up.

Singer's Song

2010-09-21T18:36:00.007-05:00

My Great Grandmother bought this Singer treadle sewing machine from a door to door salesman in 1915. She's been singing in my family ever since. My mother and I'm sure hers learned to sew on it and it retains pride of place in Mom's home even today. The wood finish has worn thin where countless yards of fabric have passed over. The felt strip sewn around her neck to hold pins has worn the Sing off of "Singer". I can remember it being a treat as a child to get to work the treadle. It took a bit to catch the rhythm and then off you go. Tha thunk, tha thunk, tha thunk providing a base beat to the music of the making.

Salvaged Reflections

2010-09-15T13:23:00.004-05:00

I spent yesterday afternoon soaking up some vintage/antique/used/chippy/historical/salvaged/re purposed/old atmosphere. There is a great architectural salvage store not to far from work so I headed there after work. Its in a old warehouse right next to the railroad tracks just west of downtown. Its not the best part of town but that part of the adventure right? I headed in and asked the owner if she minded if I took some photographs. She was very welcoming. So I snooped to my hearts content. Stacks of old lumber. Piles of window weights. Bathtub feet lined up like ducks in a shooting gallery. Each piece old, made to last and fulfilling that promise. Their home may have come down around them but they wait, ready to step in again. This image was a stack of old mirrors culled from dressers and medicine chests. They sat quietly, huddled together reflecting the salvages dreams around them.

Now for something completely different

2010-09-13T16:10:00.003-05:00

What an adventure. As you know, this isn't a typical image you are used to seeing from me but you've got to experiment, right? I got the chance to watch and photograph the Luchadores, or Mexican Wrestlers performing on the deep west side of San Antonio Friday night. We are talking total cultural immersion here. The crowd was screaming. The wrestlers were hollering back. The announcers were calling the play by play in Spanish and a great time was had by all. A couple of camera club buddies and I were given free range to take as many photos as we liked. We could do anything short of crawling in the ring with them. This was my first experience as a photographer as a separate observer, as a recorder, not a participant. The music and language and crowd roared around me and because of the language barrier I felt like I was moving in a bubble through the crowd. Buffeted and surrounded but separate as well. On the way home after I'd put my camera up I started to feel the atmosphere humming against my body that I didn't feel at the time. What did I learn? Sports photography isn't my calling. Night photography is challenging (note to self, get over this before the haunted Scotland tour). Everybody needs to get out of their comfort zone every once in a while. The broader your horizons the better.

The Nap

2010-08-31T14:45:00.003-05:00

Nap: a short sleep

I'm really good at sleeping. I don't over sleep or sleep excessively but when I do sleep, I do it well. I think of a nap as a special treat. To lay down in a comfortable spot with a feather pillow and let go. Close your eyes and let worry dream away for a bit. I don't often indulge but a nap fits my idea of luxury. Shut down the list of things to do. Let the pet hair pile a little higher. There isn't anywhere else I need to be or anything else I need to do but nap. Just love it.

The Sea's Urchin

2010-08-23T17:41:00.005-05:00

After living a life in the ocean, this Sand Dollar leaves its skeleton to wash ashore. We wonder and realize some things are beautiful inside and out.

Ornament

2010-08-14T18:29:00.003-05:00

Ornament = anything that beautifies or adorns

I keep these tiny vintage Christmas ornaments up year round. They hang from an old bracket in the hoosier cabinet that is my desk. As I sit working at my computer I catch site of them out of the corner of my eye. They shimmer and wink. They are hardy yet delicate, fragile and so old. Their hair thin bales keep them suspended and dancing. They make me smile and remind me, delicate doesn't mean weak and fragile can still last for a very long time. They beautify and adorn my life.

Yo Yo GMa

2010-07-28T18:18:00.003-05:00

I spent part of this afternoon mending yo yos in a quilt top my Grandmother made. This was my Dad's mother. I had only met her twice before she passed away. One of my memories of her though is connected with this quilt. I can remember cutting circles of cloth with her and placing them in a glass mayonaise jar. Once the jar was full I'd take out a circle, fold over the edge and begin a gather stitch. A pull of the thread and as if by magic the yo yo was made. As I stitched today and tightened that thread I pulled back memories that aren't always at the front of my mind, but they are there, and can be drawn from the past with just a simple needle and thread.

Tangled

2010-07-17T18:38:00.004-05:00

When the word Tangle was mentioned the first thing that came to mind was this enamel bowl where I keep my yarn scraps. Yarn scraps, you ask? Yes, yarn scraps. Some two inches, some a couple of feet. If it's left over from a project I'm going to stuff it into this bowl. What makes us keep things? We all know that it can get out of hand. But do you know anyone that doesn't keep something? Maybe its our inner squirrel planning for the day we may need just that right piece of yarn. Secreting it away to stave off a future shortfall. Is it instinctual, this need to nest and plan for just in case?

I know one thing. It is very liberating when I can bring myself to release little stashes of something I didn't really need to keep. Rubber bands,rusty paperclips,salt from take out dinners. I guess they kind of weigh on me. Because I've kept them, I've got an obligation to use them. I'm all for upcycled and recycled,repurpose and reuse but I also believe that if I can let somethings go I make room for something different and fresh to inspire me. So, take a good look at this image of my tangle of yarn scraps. I'm setting them out in the garden tonight for the birds and squirrels to do what they do best. Put them to use.

Scissors

2010-07-12T20:19:00.002-05:00

Does your mother do this to you? "You don't want these old things do you?" "I'm going to just give these away." "You didn't know I had those?" Mine does and did and now I've got a new collection started. Black handled scissors. Heck, one of them is even mine from high school home ec. Did you grow up with these sewing work horses. Sturdy and sharp, pratically indestructable. They do however age, just like the rest of us. Not quite as sharp as they used to be and a little loose in the joints. They rattle a bit when shaken and the black is going silver. Its hard to get rid of something that still has use. Even if all it does is serve to remind you of that first pattern you cut out or aided in Barbies first haircut. They don't take up that much room and serve as time travel aids ever time I see them.

Back to Nature

2010-07-10T20:23:00.006-05:00

I not only got back to nature, I got right down there in it. It seems like a really good idea at the time. It was cool. I had yard clothes on so it didn't matter that I was soaking wet when I got up. I was one with mother earth. The birds sang and the world was reflected in each dew drop. Then I got home.... My arms and chest are covered with little itchy bites. While I was communing with nature, lying on my belly some wee beesties were feasting on my vulnerable soft bits. The lesson? I have no idea because I'd do it again in a heart beat.

Farm Hands

2010-07-06T19:37:00.003-05:00

A couple of weeks from now my father will celebrate his 80th birthday and he's still growing strong. Thanks to Dad I have a love of gardens and an appreciation for all things home grown. Not only does Dad share his bounty with family but the people I work with and friends get to enjoy fresh tomatos and peaches,cabbage and just about anything else that he grows. Thanks Dad.

Gone

2010-06-28T19:05:00.007-05:00

A puff of breath and the light is gone. A scratch,sulphur burns my nose and BAM! its back. Let your light shine.

Door Knob Epiphanies

2010-06-25T17:58:00.005-05:00

It seems like such a humble thing. A tool to be used without thought. A thing that is almost invisible in its use. The humble Door Knob. How many times a day do you touch a door knob in some form? Out of the room,into the bathroom,out of the house,into the office.... You reach, you grasp,you turn, you pull. All on automatic pilot I bet. I know I do. But, what if, for even a handful of those contacts we turned them into something else. Something with more purpose. We might take those fleeting moments to become mindfull. Reach and remember something for which you are grateful. Grasp and acknowledge that you have turned the iron off, nothing to worry about half way to work. Turn and dispense with negative repeatitive thoughts. Pull something into your life that brings you wonder. Embrace those Door Knob Epiphanies one entrance and exit at a time.

Ironstone Maiden

2010-06-21T17:10:00.006-05:00

I got a message today from a stack of bowls. Let me tell you what the largest one told me.

"Hello Dear, I've been elected to speak for the stack. We have collectively begun to be called 'Ironstone Maidens' and we need to discuss this with you. Decades ago we had a purpose in life. We served and held, sang when washed and gleamed. But just recently, the last couple of decades at least our jobs have changed. Once so practical we are now merely decor. While its nice to be admired we miss the day to day knock and ring of utensils. We never get to catch up with the soup spoons any more and you know how outrageous they can be. We implore you. Take us down, dust us off and let us work. You've never really tasted vegetables until they've cooled in our embrace. Yours most sincerely, The Ironstone Maidens."

Have you used your ironstone lately?

Travelling

2010-06-18T18:32:00.005-05:00

Defined as: to go from place to place; make a journey.

I think I've mentioned before that I think of myself as a "noticer". To see and be somewhere new is a wondrous thing for me. New things to catch a glimpse of out of the corner of my eye,whip my head around and spy a hidden gem. Its a bit of a joke among those I travel with. If there is some wildlife to spot, an abandoned building barely glimpsed, weird weather phenomenon about to appear, I'm the girl to point it out. This well used case is home to my maps and travel journals. Visted place names are highlighted. Village names are spelled out phonetically in the journals so I can whisper them aloud once home and make them appear again. Travel is magic for me. It makes me more than I would otherwise be. I hope you can travel with me.

The Book Kiss

2010-06-14T18:51:00.003-05:00

Have you ever noticed if you say the word BOOK slowly,its like a kiss? Go ahead try it. I LOVE books. Paperback,hardcover,new,used or garage sale find. A world you can hold in your hand. A world someone else was so enamored of they wanted to write it down for you. They worried about just the right word or turn of phrase. They wanted you to see in that world what they did. Pick up a book. Kiss this world away for a bit and discover another place to be,in the pages of a book.

Bone Button Romance

2010-06-10T19:09:00.005-05:00

Have we talked about my love of bone buttons? I've got jars of them sitting around the house. I've been known to tap old buttons against my teeth to determine if they are bone or not. Do I let the fact they've been sitting in that jar in the antique store since God was a boy? Oh hell no! Tap tap tap, SCORE! Wrap em up, I'm takin em home.

The Cypress Sirens

2010-06-08T15:25:00.008-05:00

The Cypress Sisters spend every summer at the river. They cool their weary feet and knees in the cool, flowing water. The perch dart, then nibble and provide a pedicure. The girls sing their siren song into the wind and we all return each year to hear it sung again and again.

Silk and Needle

2010-06-06T20:23:00.004-05:00

Lavishly lavender light leans languidly and loosely over the slightly slippery and silken spool of thread. All pierced by the hard sharp point of the tool. The needle.

The Hills I Eyed

2010-06-04T21:21:00.006-05:00

This photo safari was another afternoon spent on my ongoing search for the ulitimate cliff/hills photograph for a camera club assignment. This is The Devil's Backbone. Part of the Hill Country north of town. I captured limestone hills,cedar trees, smoke from brush burns and I just know there is a rattlesnake or two in there. Did I mention the sunburn? Its not the same as the Scotland I love so well. But it isn't concrete and manicured lawn either and that is just fine by me.

The Grotto Song

2010-05-31T19:38:00.006-05:00

We'll build you a cavern, a bower miles from the sea. The homes, now empty shell and limestone will sing the water song to heaven. Your prayers,hopes and dreams will lap at the feet of your god. Carried in the grotto song.

Orchid Fairy

2010-05-27T20:25:00.006-05:00

She sits nestled, soft, in an orchid heart. The day warms,she airs her wings and the bees arrive. Take my love and spin it into sweetness, she says. Share this gift and brighten the world.

#3's

2010-05-26T19:24:00.005-05:00

A ball of yarn always reminds me of a birthday present. All wrapped up and the contents unknown. There's magic in all that potential. I have great admiration for those who can create wonderful things from wool. I'm very much a beginner when you mention knitting. But I can look at the ball of yarn and the No.3 needles and dream big.

LOST in Time

2010-05-23T14:20:00.004-05:00

Time is a magical thing. In this photograph, The Faerie Falls. it slowed so as to allow me to see the flowing water, like liquid silk, soft and dreamy. Some of my favorite places are the small hidden nooks and hollows or hallows if you prefer. Places, that if you drive by too fast, or drive instead of walk, they are only a green blur. I set out to find tall majestic cliffs and hills and turned around and found The Faerie Falls instead. A favorite author of mine, Karen Marie Moning wrote "both forward and backward doth time fly, wither thou art, remember". So I'll slow down. I'll look before me and behind, ahead and back, into the future and return to the past.

Arms Akimbo

2010-05-21T17:29:00.004-05:00

She stood, arms akimbo. This word popped up today. I remember reading it frequently and knew its meaning but got to thinking, I don't remember ever saying it out loud in a sentence. This image reminded of it again this afternoon.

The butterfly stood, arms akimbo, waiting for me to make my point.

adv.
In or into a position in which the hands are on the hips and the elbows are bowed outward:

I dare you. Use it in a sentence and fascinate your friends.

To Crochet

2010-05-19T16:15:00.003-05:00

These are my mother's hands. She taught me to crochet,knit and tat and to appreciate anything made by hand. Thanks Mom.

Rebel Sunflower

2010-05-18T18:47:00.003-05:00

She was a rebel sunflower. While the others were taking their time turning their faces, she whipped around and raised her head. "I'm ready for my close up. My place in the sun. I'll follow you all the days of my life and my seeds will whisper your name when eaten"

Pelican Cloud

2010-05-17T19:37:00.022-05:00

I left work this afternoon with the intention of chasing a thunderstorm. I drove east out of town following the billowing clouds. I exited off the interstate and took a right on a road I'd never been on before. I followed the one lane road for several miles past fields and farms. I began to wonder if I would be able to find my way back. Finally the sun started breaking through behind me and began to highlight the clouds ahead. I pulled over at a field gate and got out and started taking photographs. I'd taken perhaps a dozen and kept reminding myself to be open to the beauty around me. That's a mantra I use when I head out to shoot. That kicks in the "noticer" part of my brain and small details become clearer to me. As I repeated the mantra and took a photograph I got a surprise. Just emerging from the cloud background was a black and white ribbon of movement. The ribbon rolled and boiled and became hundreds of American White Pelicans headed north for the summer. They formed and reformed ribbons and kettles and masses of birds. Always headed in the general direction, north. It was an awe inspiring sight and impossible to caputure in one photograph, but my, what a memory. I set out with one intent but allowed myself to be open for more and was rewarded for that. I'll continue my practice of asking to be open to the beauty around me and I will revel each time it is revealed to me.

Honorable Use

2010-05-15T20:09:00.005-05:00

I'm drawn to old, worn, well used, well made, pieces of the past. They aren't just tools or hardware,cloth or lace. They are the people they served and the people that used them. They are the craftsmen and women that made them. They are the searchers like me that crow when they find them. Stashed away in old coffee cans in the garage because they were too good to toss away. Or perhaps snipped from the edge of a pillow case too yellowed and stained to present to company any more. The older I get, the more I appreciate things that have aged gracefully before me. Reminding me. I am well made. I can serve a purpose for the people in my life and there will be those who will appreciate me as I age.

My Stone Cottage Window

2010-05-14T21:22:00.003-05:00

When I have a stone cottage it will have deep windows. The glass will be wavy and create patterns on the floor when the sun shines through. This window just happened to be in a castle but it fits the picture well for me.

Diet Dilemma

2010-05-11T13:41:00.004-05:00

Should I choose the stuff that's really good to eat or something that's really good for me. This photograph depicts the choice I stuggle with everyday.

Fixer Upper

2010-05-08T17:10:00.004-05:00

I've always said that I want to live in a old stone cottage. I'm officially modifying my wish since I know "the universe" is working to make my dreams come true. You might think, ok, here's where she asks for a stone cottage in good repair. Any stone cottage in any repair is just fine by me. In Scotland is my first choice but I'm open to other options there as well. This old cottage was in the river bottom farm land West of San Antonio. There's just something about a nice compact,just enough space, kinda home that appeals to me. I'll share any that I find along the way with you all.

Wildflower Tiles

2010-05-05T09:42:00.004-05:00

Yesterday my photo safari was an attempt to find a site from my past. I had a vague idea of where I was looking but I had last been there in high school and was driven there on a bus. So before dawn I set out to find a remote park on the banks of a river that frequently floods. I was driving around randomly trying to stay open to those magic moments that, if you are open for them, allow you to make memorable photos. I was headed down a dead end road because I knew the river flowed that direction and, I found it. The park I remembered. Years overgrown and now fenced as private property. Through the rusted fence I could see the sloping river bottom land and an old picnic table. The image in my head is still clear, as a before and now I have the after as well. The wildflowers around the fence were bright and glorious. This image reminds me of a ceramic tile that a woman that loves color would have in her kitchen.

The Gloves are Off

2010-04-29T17:00:00.005-05:00

I've heard stories about ranchers leaving old boots on fence posts to indicate the days work is done and they are at home. To honor the boots themselves for a job well done when they've been worn beyond repair. These gloves grace the fence posts along a planted field. Perhaps farmers hang gloves instead of boots.

The Wall

2010-04-28T13:31:00.002-05:00

What's that?

2010-04-26T17:50:00.001-05:00

Its hard to sneak up on SweetPea

Sadie

2010-04-23T21:23:00.001-05:00

Scary Beautiful

2010-04-22T16:30:00.002-05:00

The Paint

2010-04-20T19:30:00.000-05:00

The Scottish Door

2010-04-19T20:16:00.001-05:00

Gloucester Cathedral

2010-04-14T15:09:00.001-05:00

Hummingbird Raspberry

2010-04-12T20:04:00.002-05:00

The Snake Sneeks

2010-04-12T20:01:00.001-05:00

The Triple

2010-04-09T20:12:00.003-05:00

Love Hurts

2010-04-07T15:02:00.001-05:00

Meadowlark Dream

2010-04-06T12:45:00.003-05:00

Lavender Rose

2010-04-05T18:35:00.001-05:00

You Mocking Me?

2010-04-03T18:15:00.002-05:00

Dark Rose

2010-04-02T18:27:00.004-05:00

Retro SweetPea

2010-03-29T21:35:00.002-05:00