I must confess my obsession with the Stache. The Moustache that is. If I were a man, I dare say I would have one. And I would try to cultivate it and maintain it in such a way that it would curl, loop, and do a little dance on command.
It would just happen to be my good fortune, but I have a friend with a curl-tastic Stache.
The Stache and I stopped in for a bit of play time at Funk and Flash. Youth and cutting edge beauty was positioned behind the counter. She helped us and played dress up with us for a bit. We partook in frisky, amusement filled clothing touching and hat trying time. I tried taking a few different kinds of photographs of her-She had more than one angle to be observed from.
I spent the weekend in Seattle visiting family and taking in the City. It was a blustery and cold weekend, but it was refreshing in a sense-And I had the chance to check out Chihuly’s Glass and Garden Instillation. While wondering about I took a few photographs. I have to admit that it was just one of those days-All of my shots were completely out of focus. But I played with them, attempting the “when life gives you lemons” story. It can be surprising what is possible when the edges of life and imagery blur. Accepting that every shot I take will not be perfect-That I will have to work with unexpected flaws, fills me with terror and delight.
In essence-This blog is dedicated to the joys of failing, and finding something else hidden within the absence of perfection.
How do you keep New Year’s Eve classy? One waits for the midnight train, dripping with jewels, tendrils of hair framing a striking face. Prepared with a jacket swung over a crisp shoulder, lingering, anticipating, waiting. Laughing and loving in the company of those closest to you. Embracing the moment, for all the beauty and heartbreak that it brings.
Bond. James Bound-
Anybody got a Match?-
Here’s looking at you, Kid-
I’ll have what she’s having-
I recently was working in the East Bay, and realized that I had not had the opportunity of yet to do a bit of street photography there. I decided to go and do a bit of holiday shopping along Piedmont Ave and see who else was out and about a week before Christmas. I was taken back at how many lovely backdrops I was able to stumble over while photographing people as they made their way up and down the street. Many people where heading home from work, grabbing a coffee and window shopping a bit.
I hope that everyone had a wonderful holiday and has a safe and enjoyable New Years Eve. I just want to thank all of my readers for an amazing year, and I look forward to what 2013 will bring. At the moment my intention is to put together a post that will highlight my favorite images from 2012. So stay tuned for that!
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Thank you all again for the love and support in 2012. See you next all next Year!
The days race by, and I feel the season moving steadily towards wintery stillness. I listen to the rain pattering on windowpanes and embrace the changing light and colour.
I was out and about in Sacramento this past weekend. It was a pleasure to take a few days off from routine, and do something completely different. Taking my camera with I felt that many of the photographs I took, simply landed on my metaphorical doorstep.
I’m always so amazed by how different, unique, and beautiful people are in the world. Strip away all the details and just see the form. The person looking back at me when I click a button. Transformed, transposed, captured through light, and colour. Fading out or fading into crispness. I play with the contrast, until I see a bit of the depths, emerging through the layer of flesh stretched tight across-blending the layers together-reveling in a moment of richness-consonance.
Written on the Body
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Life-It seems to come and go in huge waves of intensity and then a bit of drifting. I had really fun time playing with my mothers knitting basket the other day….lots of warm and cozy-making spun sheep.
yep it definitely feels like fall is on her way.
I took an afternoon off from all the craziness and went to have nails done. There is a very sweet gentleman at my nail salon whose specialty, are intricate nail art designs. I always love to watch the attention and care that he pays to the delicate petals as they unfold on my waiting thumbs. I then enjoy spending a week with mini works of art on my fingertips, striving desperately to not chip them sooner than one can avoid.
What does beauty look like when you stumble upon it? Can an old beat up bit of scrap metal, be full of glowing jewel bright colours? I walked by a scrape yard of car parts…and paused…the brittle, forgotten beauty of the material had a quality that could be seen to stand alongside my flowering nails or wooly basket.
A perfectly lovely afternoon