Ah, do you see what I see?  A little blush poppy! Perhaps even two! This bouquet yielded some nice surprises! If Carnations are nature’s pom poms, Poppies must be nature’s confetti. My apartment is bursting with color. These bouquets were only $5, you’d think I would have bought six of them, they are practically giving them away.  Now that I drink coffee at home again like in the olden days (before Starbuck’s) I feel like a millionairess! I am so happy that it’s Poppy season, it makes every day a party.

I did two edits today because I am madly in love with my subject.  I knew I would be, I had never met Tru in person until this shoot, I just saw rogue images of him on the interewebs by his mama (and my friend) Alex.   I didn’t realize the intensity of my feelings until I was with him in person and he coyly ran away from me when all I wanted to do was hug + kiss him. He only has eyes for his Mom. I love how that top photo conveys his adoration.  Alex likes to call Frenchie’s velcro dogs, I have to agree, my Bella is so attached to me that a shower is too long of a period away.  My ego secretly sops this attention up, because Bella seems to love me more than anyone or anything on this earth.  I know why some parents have favorites, just sayin’….Not that I do, I love my little 3lb. miniature polar bear dog to pieces, but George isn’t as crazy for me as her sister. It’s just different.

I will be editing a photo a day for the remainder of 2012::Project MMXII, this is my ‘after’, you can view the ‘before’ here. Read more…
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I’m supposed to start working on the new blog re-design tomorrow, where do I even begin? It’s not so much aesthetics that are the hurdle but the functionality. I want so much! I also don’t want to forget all that I want. I have been scribbling in notebooks for months, but all my notes are here and there and not in one convenient area to reference. I hope I can put the little bits together to form one cohesive story. I know this isn’t a great edit, I was feeling a little overwhelmed with the impending task at hand and am going to just go with this. One of the things that is weighing heavily on my mind for the new blog re-design is image size. I sized a lot of things to fit the parameters of this here blog and well, I don’t have original images, so either I have to stay with this size or make larger and have all my older images look warped and pixelated. We should all have such trivial worries, no?

I will be editing a photo a day for the remainder of 2012::Project MMXII, this is my ‘after’, you can view the ‘before’ here. Read more…

In December I wrote about my coveting a Narwhal (who doesn’t?). Well, a Narwhal ornament from Anthropologie. Rachel, left a note that she buys her Anthro ornaments when they go on sale after Christmas. I went the 26th all ready to buy piles of rogue Narwhal Christmas ornaments only to find that everyone else must have either A) read that note or B) had enough common sense to figure that sale thing out on their own (I don’t get out much).  I stood where there was once an abundance of Narwhal’s and rued the day I set eyes on one. I decided to see if Paper Source had any left over ornaments–they did! This sad little whale, with his loop to hang him from a proper Douglas fir ripped out looked at me with his beady eye and whispered, “Lady, please take me home”. I scooped him up and now Winston the Whale lives in my studio and earns his keep by being a fairly obedient model. I love that you can see (and read) his paper mache body, it only adds interest to him. I don’t regret not having any Narwhals in my life since Winston came into it. Sometimes when we want something and don’t get it, we find that we get something even better.

I will be editing a photo a day for the remainder of 2012::Project MMXII, this is my ‘after’, you can view the ‘before’ here.

 

I think I preferred my ‘before’ photo to tell you the truth. I was in a bit of a rush tonight with my edit as I worked all day (finishing up this week!). I stole these pansies from my neighbor, she always has a luscious garden, filled with flowers that spill into the alley that separates our concrete jungle from her rain forest. The worse part is not that I stole (which is bad, I know), but that when I walk by with my girls and see her lush garden each morning I am convinced that she must use dead bodies as fertilizer. I saw this forensics show once where these older ladies had a gorgeous rose garden, the best in the neighborhood and it was because they buried their victims in it. It just seems odd to me that the neighbor rarely tends to it, yet it flourishes way beyond everyone elses in the neighborhood. Yes, if you had the only lush garden in an otherwise barren neighborhood I would think you too had buried bodies in your begonias. Television, it poisons impressionable minds.