Friday, February 29, 2008

perpetually leaving

no feet firmly planted

each place a transition, a pathway

an escape route

she moves and keeps on moving

leaving love


just 3 words for this week: friends and lovers

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

the end?

"A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them - they're who they've been throughout your whole relationship." ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Monday, February 25, 2008

the lesson

The adult male silverback gorilla went up the hill, away from the rest of the family... the young one followed and sat facing his elder, just out of arms reach. He watched, mimiced and occasionally ran up to his teacher, trying to entice him into play. The big male remained stoical and so the student returned to his position... facing his teacher... waiting to learn.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

my Oscar winners

Best Actor: Daniel Day-Lewis
Best Actress: Ellen Page
Best Movie: There Will Be Blood
Best Supporting Actor: Javier Bardem
Best Supporting Actress: Cate Blanchett

favorite words today:

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Friday, February 22, 2008

Thursday, February 21, 2008

disappearing act

As I watched the earth's shadow creep across the surface of the moon, I was struck by how primal the experience felt. Not orchestrated by any earthly government and with no commercial interruptions, celestial events are truly 'above' all that. Clouds eventually obscured my view at just about full eclipse, but as I watched the sliver of light grow dimmer, thin layers of clouds appearing to wash across the reddish, shadowed surface, there was a feeling of immense insignificance of my tiny blip in the universe.
Goodbye moon.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

3 e's

"eloquent, but empty..."

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Arthur Blank.....

Allowing visitors to the Georgia Aquarium to swim with the whale sharks? Are you freaking kidding me? You can barely keep the creatures alive; are you trying to make a extra buck off them before they all perish from your inadequate care?

Meanwhile, back in the burbs...

Controversy over beer sales at the soon-to-be-built baseball stadium to house the Gwinnett Braves.

That's my boy! :)

And... a jogger was attacked by two pit bulls yesterday at Stone Mountain Park. In our parks, we are not safe from man nor beast.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Monday, February 11, 2008

now, look at the camera....

or not

In portrait photography, should the subject gaze into the camera (towards the photographer)? I don't think there is a right or wrong answer; I do believe that the choice can be used to direct the interaction between the viewer and the subject. If the gaze is direct, is it more engaging? If the gaze is indirect, does the viewer's eye travel throughout the photograph, rather than being held at the eyes? Do straight-on portraits seem more or less formal? In my opinion, a direct stare is less formal... almost a (dare I say?) snapshot... the eye-to-eye contact putting the subject and the viewer on an even, personal level. Think about it - do you feel as if you 'know' someone if you have looked into their eyes?

Sunday, February 10, 2008


Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colours
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you,
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth,

leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so helplessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs –

leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.
Sunset, Rainer Maria Rilke

Friday, February 08, 2008

Thursday, February 07, 2008

on the other hand

On the one hand.... I've been concentrating on getting my photos 'out there', to be seen (since noone has come knocking on my door yet, asking to see them). And on the other hand, I'm having computer issues at the moment, the big one doesn't want to communicate with the keyboard, rendering me... mute! Thank goodness for laptops!

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Monday, February 04, 2008


sportsmanship - something New England Patriots coach Bill Belichick needs to learn, But then, he's taught his team that it's okay to cheat, so what would we expect him to do when he loses? I hope every parent points him out to their children as an example of what not to become.

Sunday, February 03, 2008


Sunday morning... my time to absorb the newsprint. The only time I read the newspapers and sorry if that surprises. I keep up with the news during the week via the internet and tv... as much as I can stand, that is.

Sooooo.. this morning's highlights:

Beau the groundhog (General Lee) did not see his shadow yesterday and so spring is just around the corner. Go Beau!

My horoscope informed me that I cannot control everything...... bummer

An interview with Art Spiegelman:
"We think in bursts of language that might fit into a speech balloon." Indeed. Email and text messaging have dwindled our speech to the minimum words (?) necessary to convey our emotions and thoughts. Sentence structure be damned - get rid of nouns, verbs, vowels.

And the best is last:
Vince Lombardi, as the then ('57?) new head coach of the Green Bay Packers:
"Gentlemen, we are going to relentlessly chase perfection, knowing full well that we will not catch it, because nothing is perfect. But we are going to relentlessly chase it because in the process, we will catch excellence."

Saturday, February 02, 2008


So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.
~ Pink Floyd lyrics

Friday, February 01, 2008

just 3 words