Pamping:

It Never Fails:

As soon as i turn the sprinkler on, it rains.

Francine:

Licking loudly

Sigung:

My Teacher's Teacher (and his grandson).

Sifu:

My Teacher

He'd Let Us In, Knows Where We've Been:

mi amigos, mi hermanas, mi homies

Lucille & Bridger:

Two Entirely Separate Instances:

We've just sidled up to the bar, drinks in hand, and i'm apparently doing something dorky, but normal:

my sister: "God i love you."

A.W.: ??

my sister: "You're so strange! But god i love you."


*****

We're in the car, Liz Phair is in the CD player, and i'm "singing" along in my own special way:

B.E.D.: "God i love you."

A.W.: ??

B.E.D.: "You're so strange! But perfect."

Reflecting:

Occasionally, when taking pictures, i take one that captures a lot more than i had been expecting. Whether it's the unmitigated joy of my daughter belly-laughing at her cat or it's the sunlight that whispers through the top boughs of a cedar thicket, some pictures stop me in my tracks, elicits emotions and brings to light things that may have been hiding in the shadows.

I think that part of being away from friends for extended lengths of time causes you to have to make assumptions about them and their state of being. You can talk to them on the phone regularly and know about their ups and downs and you can even understand inherently that they have a tendency toward melancholia. But you sort of have to take them at their stories of being A-OK, of enjoying where they're at and what they're doing despite a tinny echo of sadness coming through the phone.

You can be fully aware that making plans to spend some time with each other comes with a sort of unspoken disclaimer that although the plans are set, there is still a more-than-likely chance that the visiting time will not happen. You understand that and you accept that because in the back of your mind you know what they're like and you take them, quirks and all. But. When you're actually there, in the same building, at the same wedding and their eyes won't ever meet yours, and any attempt at conversation - which normally flows easily and comfortably - seems awkward and sort of painful, a lot of things start to run through your head.

And then you see the picture.

And that one flash of light, that one click of a button, caught more unspoken understanding than you realized.

Catching Up Is Hard To Do:

Ok, so. This has been sitting as a draft since, hm, the 17th. I imagine it's about time for me to drag it out, slap something down and post it. Truth be known, i have 3 of these 'drafts' just sitting there. Three separate times that i thought i had something to say but the actual act of trying to put across the nonsensical warblings that whirl through my brain became so daunting that i'd have rather clicked save and continued to perpetuate my rep as the queen of procrastination than actually herd my thoughts into one spot and try and funnel them through my fingertips.

I have a friend who is not only one the smartest people i know but is also an amazing writer. The converse is that his soul is so tortured that his 'relating to humanity' skills are fairly non-existant and he is, in general, miserable.

But damn, he writes well.

I returned from Montana, got resettled into my dailiness and decided that although i mean for this site to be primarily photos, i should probably include some kind of look at the verbalities of my head. Originally i'd thought that scheduling - ha! - one day a week to put across my missives would be the best and most structured way for me to go about it. Yeah. That's working well isn't it. Anyhoo, my plan is still to write once a week, but, on random days all willy nilly like. It'll be fun! Like a lottery! Woo!

So there we go. One 'draft' down, two more to go...

Incongruous:

There is something confounding, soothing and beautiful about the thorniness in this picture.

I've returned.

I feel incongruous.

I feel the urge to re-evaluate and rearrange.

Party Prep:

A & D

I used to babysit for, well, both of them actually.

This trip seemed to be a reunion of the majority of the kids i used to babysit back in the day.

Making me feel, hm, a little old?

Damn.

Cairns:

To guide us on our journey...to fun!

Create by the one, the only, Blue Eyed Daughter.

I Fell In Love All Over Again:

Allstar:

The Monniker?

It comes from:

just the cutest nephew in the world, that's all.

Stop the Ride. I Want Off:

So karma has been playing games with me lately and she's worn me out.
One minute i'm getting zinged with an unexpected 12 hour layover in LA
only to have it turn into an awesome reunion with a friend that i haven't
seen in 10 or 12 years. One minute my car is lurching forward like it has the
dry heaves and the next minute i find an auto shop that can fix it right then*.
It seems as though every time something bad or unfortunate happens
and i start to wonder what i could have done karmically speaking to
warrant the crapiness, something fabulous happens to magically ease my pain.
A test in patience? Faith perhaps? A psychic lesson on how to deep breathe
myself through any situation?

I don't know.
I am realizing now that maybe i shouldn't have eaten that last burrito
cause this ride is making me a little nauseous now.

*-it turns out that it was "fixed" for a week and i have had continuous car problems ever since & this particular shop isn't answering the phone - but! i may have found a new car...

Superb!tch:

Houston: