Tuesday, September 28, 2010


Best of the Best,
Mae West

Monday, September 27, 2010

Catch that Wind

our challenge remains as this;
to balance, to remember, to be here,

and to never leave without learning,,
that we are a great magic,
and growing movement

State of Existence

(by telaraña temporal)

listen to my heart,
the beats will only grow stronger.

Remember This

by dragontrees

you are alive.

le début

by Annosh Urbanke

“We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.”
— Rumi

Love Monday


This is what I love.

everything about this photo
is pure perfection.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Shot of the Day

historiful:  Actress Mary Pickford (1892-1979), date unknown.

Mary Pickford (1892-1979)


“There Is A Voice Inside Of You

That Whispers All Day Long,
"I Feel That This Is Right For Me,
I Know That This Is Wrong."
No Teacher, Preacher, Parent, Friend
Or Wise Man Can Decide
What's Right For You- Just Listen To
The Voice That Speaks Inside."


From which the sunlight has Faded

My dreams are silhouetted
against the sky.


Ewing Galloway, Hikers in the Country Near New York City, from         “The Pageant of America” Collection (NYPL) So I went camping in the Delaware Water Gap this weekend. And I hiked up a mountain wearing jean shorts, a flannel shirt, and a pair of Sauconys. But do I wish I had been wearing jodhpurs, knee high lace-up boots, and a hat with a feather in the brim instead? Well, YES.

Saturday, September 25, 2010


Gradually, then suddenly.

feelin' like i could have used another day+
in ol' san fran.

i finished work today at 1pm.
since being home, i've done nothing.

feeling fresh but tattered.
sturdy yet weak.
level but teetering.

make change.


hotparade:  Joichi Hoshi 1913-1979 - Snowball via

much on the mind.

Morning Song

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Flying on the Equinox

Virgin America flight 935
departure time 6:50pm

The western horizon.
Sun fall
we sail along the ant-carved coastline.
only Jupiter hanging still in the bluest of Night.
Every color on a pallet hanging horizontal,
gradients turning with time.

The fading light and closing colors lasted
the entirety of the flight.
Timing, beyond perfect.

It's difficult for me to find the words
(maybe it's because I'm all in an excited fluster)

In gist, It was a magical Equinox.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


without going into great detail,
I'm heading up to San Francisco this evening for a session with a
transformational body worker.

I'll return to Los Angeles with Fresh Eyes.


Tuesday, September 21, 2010


felling the transition from

Monday, September 20, 2010

Sunday, September 19, 2010

perfection of logic

(via nosun)

'do it or don't.
it's amazing how many things in life are that easy.'

By Definition

Each is a palimpsest of notations, crossings-out,
updates and tantalizing glimpses of social and cultural history.

my passions are
completely on par with:
this new york times piece

Before the Break of Day

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Shot of the Day



passing through

Well I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way I'm taking my time
But I don't know where

(paul simon)

Wednesday Mood


I miss attending courses horribly.
mental note: finish degree.

Tip of the Hat

I enjoy the simple gesture of raising your hand.
quite simply a "hello" "goodbye" or "thanks"
I use this gesture at least 12 times a day on my walks to and from
a simple form in communicating with strangers.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Monday, September 13, 2010


'Ready for your Push Button Finger exercises?'
Oh Jetsons, ain't it the truth.

Part 2

Part 3


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Mount Athos, Greece.

For the handful of people who actually visit this blog
(those not members of my immediate family)
I'm an Art History Gal.
Greece and Egypt are on my
"top 5 venture locations"
for the art, i swear!

A Lariat

I had myself fooled;
fooled from the very truth.
the truth of what is,
what should be, and all what isn't.

it's been takin' me some time,
but i'm learning the tricks of my trade.

private awakenings are all the rage

(via milk-eyed)

Right Now

yes ma'am

Urban Dweller

(via conflate)

the upper edge of the sun is just peering through.
highlighting certain windows with golden light,
while night's still casted upon others.
the light and freshness of the day is contagious;
causing a failing interest in slumber.


Love Monday

J. Henri Lartigue, “Avenue de Bois de Bologne,” 1911 (from:   darksilenceinsuburbia: Via)

J. Henri Lartigue, “Avenue de Bois de Bologne,” 1911

Saturday, September 11, 2010

A Stop

moment in time: a pause for breath, in between one thing and the next.

With you


Friday, September 10, 2010

3-Color Separation

3-color separation negatives, Russia, 1909 3-color separation negatives, Russia, 1905-1915

Russia, 1905

If I Can

“She’s wondering- what will become of me?
That’s what everyone goes through life wondering, probably, the one absorbing anguish.
What will become of me? Me.”

On Heavy Rotation


happy friday, folks.


taste and genius

bigfun:  Dali, Gala, Paul et Nusch Eluard

Dali, Gala, Paul et Nusch Eluard

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Two Mirrors

sealmaiden:  William Gedney, view of a bedroom in two mirrors, New York c. 1959 source

the worlds lousy with ideas.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

My Shadow and the Shadow

Ilse Bing, Hellerhofsiedlung Frankfurt - My shadow and the shadow of the architect Mart Stam on the roof, 1930 (via Gunther Stephan)

'That's envy my dear, there's a little bit of envy in the best of us.'

well, my 'weekend' has officially begun.
it's been a very hectic week.
quite a few things are in the works, but i'm rather skeptical about a few.
i'm taking chances, playing the field, testing the waters etc.
why not, no?
even though I'm allowing myself to somehow
'pull these things off'
for some reason, i don't see a horizon.
It all seems for nothing.

why must i deny the desire i want the most?
it's not impossible to follow your one and true passion, right?

The Ship

After John Everett Millais (1829-1896), From Tennyson’s Poems, 1899

That Flew...

Salted Paper

Edouard Denis Baldus (French, 1813–1889), Fontaine, place de la Concorde, Paris, 1852, printed 1976, Salted paper print (AIC)

paris on my mind.

Flood Pant

'my feet are soaked, but my cuffs are bone dry!'


ol' man

Lawn Party

isn't it ideal.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Saturday, September 4, 2010

running in place

always chasing time.

i must change something...