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Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Little fish

Watercolor, encyclopedia page and thread on paper.

Friday, October 26, 2007

It's been a while...

But I'm here.

For now, here's a tiny snapshot of these past few months:

Friday, March 30, 2007


My son and I took a trip to Florida. I miss living near the water so badly. Having the river in New Orleans was great, and living on the shore of Lake Superior in Michigan was wonderful, but there is nothing like the ocean (or the gulf). I miss the old Florida. It used to be so different. It used to be so much more natural and more available. Less billionaires, less tourists, more hard working people who were happier, I think. Now things are so overly manicured and cemented in place, it's still beautiful - but sort of sad too. I'd give anything for a day in the old Florida.

The ONLY thing my son wanted to do was go to the beach. But it was March! Who goes to the beach in March? It was so cold. But beautiful.

Like mother, like daughter.

Goodbye Florida! Time to fly home.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

New York

Watching the snow in NYC.

Friday, March 16, 2007

New Jersey

First glimpse of New Jersey skies! Its been a very long time since I've driven around my home state.

New Jersey Turnpike trucks.

Factory, NJ Turnpike, March 5, 2007

Washington, DC

Waffles, beet soup and Bunny in Washington, DC: March 4, 2007

Wednesday, February 28, 2007


In the mornings we build and create.
Throughout the day, we make a mess.
At night we clean it all up.

These are, quite literally, our days.

Monday, February 26, 2007


Sewer, Washington, DC: August 2006

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Something to remember

'Forgotten Operative', Pensacola, Florida: 2001

This photo was made before I ever thought about war as a current affair. Long before I ever comprehended how my life could be touched by war. I read this article a couple days ago, and realized that up until recently, I was very much a part of the majority of America. If it weren't for the fact that one of my very best friends was in Iraq, I'm not sure I'd think about our troops over there. It's embarassing to admit. I hate to think that my friend, that I've know for 17 years, is in harm's way so frequently. It's painful on a daily basis. But it's also a good thing too. Because he's over there, I'm praying for our troops. I'm grieving for the men and women who die. I'm heartbroken over the things that men and women in our country are going through.

It doesn't matter whether or not I agree with the war - the important thing is that I'm honoring the men and women of our country who are giving things up for me on a daily basis.