Sometimes I wonder

 

Sometimes in checking the visit stats (above is for the past 24 hours to this blog) I'll wonder who is looking or reading or clicking through and given that I do no marketing for this effort, how did they find me? Is it random google searches (Sleepy Hollow, curb appeal...) that have brought these visitors to me? Since I commenced in 2010, the life and travels of content, free of a pay wall in the digital sphere, are constant sources of curiosity and amazement. 

And if you find yourself a visitor and willing to share in comments who you are, where you are from and how you found me I would be delighted. 

The Empty Nester is Adjusting

I'm in my first year living on my own- month 7 to be exact- and the solitude is a big adjustment after the decades of family life. Divorce absolutely rearranges the deck chairs and holidays and family events are different with my ex no longer a part of the picture. With the kids launched, everything is fluid and I'm more susceptible than I care to admit to look back rather than anticipate what lays ahead. 

25

 

My youngest turns 25 today and I am in a state of nostalgic time travel. Lucky me. I got to be his mother- to spend those tender years together and watch him grow and thrive while nurturing him the best I could. Nothing in life for me has compared to the journey of this complex relationship we call parenthood. Very grateful for the three young adults who are my kids and ever amazed at how life rushes by no matter how much you long for things to last forever.

A Re-post about Hearts...

...because it's almost Valentine's Day.

 

Friday, April 10, 2015

Potato Love (for Jim Dine)

How many heart shaped potatoes have crossed your path? I know of exactly one and its uniqueness made me tuck it away so that I could examine its potential as a print making device. It was exciting to embrace the serendipity of polish applied to the surface and then transferred in succession to a white board. Nothing like the thrill of the unknown.

(and click here to see some of Jim Dine's iconic heart paintings....)

A Confession (of sorts)

Calling attention to myself is something I do with a fair amount of trepidation. Who am I to share my images, opinions, experiences, feelings? Why should anyone care? Sometimes I wonder if I am some kind of suburban mystic uncovering truths in the grocery aisles or sharing another revery as the sun dips down behind the Hudson. I know I have a fair amount of ability when you put a camera in my hands and I hope I am not boring others to tears as I struggle to find my place as a photographer, artist, and creator in the scheme of things. Anxiety both spurs me on and inhibits me. Best to focus on the work and my must do list in the end.

Mulling

(This was originally written in 2014 and saved in drafts. Wanted to share.)

I've been trying to steer clear of tag sales and thrifting but I succumbed to the lure of a few recent sales
(one of which was held at the same house I wrote about here) and $16 later acquired some interesting items.

If you don't find things like china interesting, you can't stop here.  I had one of those rescue pangs when I looked at the box of Susie Cooper china (marked $6) and knew I had to bring it home. Add in the 4 Christmas dishes at .25 each and I was once again in the thrall of a small piece of history, far from the place and time when it was manufactured. I also found a great throw made in Norway ($5) and a beat-up copy of The Family of Man for $1 (no reason to say anything else). Making one last pass of the garage I saw an ottoman and thought it possibly by Eames for which I bargained to $3 from $5 (because it seemed worth trying due to its present battered condition ). 

At these times, the chance to meander and observe the remains, remnants and discards of another's is a uniquely fascinating activity all its own and I'll leave it at that.