to my mother who is always encouraging, gently pushing me to be creative (“why aren’t you taking pictures and blogging………??!”), and helping me to look outside of myself. She always surprises me with her incredibly deep thoughts and perspectives, and is especially one of my favorite people to open a bottle of prosecco with. join us sometime.
thanks for letting me borrow your flash and lenses, ma. they are kinda cool.
remnants from fall
a hat
flashes of acorn
happy times
last week was my first time
without a job (since september).
practicing with my aperture, the f-thing, and my iso. ma gave me a camera lesson.
matt had spring break
and we left for
our old home.
my expectations
of course
were
wambasted
(a word here that means: blown out of the water, as usual).
reaching up, up, up!
we were busier
than i had intended.
i have always struggled with
that problem
affiliating break with relaxation
nothing
being absolutely lazy.
just never happens.
(i need to start stifling that pipe dream).
mi abuela de amor
anyhow.
the week was different
more meaningful
in ways
i could not have imagined.
God created space for me to see
the lovely women
replacing mis pequeñas hermanas lindas.
nights.
so late
the clock hands reaching upwards
ma falling asleep on the couch
tata in bed.
the living room so warm
bodies draped
in pleasant, tired heaps
emitting whispers
and loud laughs.
my mind just gaped
not acquainted with
these new forms:
of woman.
marvelous unexpected snow!
my spirit felt blessings
trickling in
to reservoirs tucked
away
unused.
but brimming now
with an air of wonder
at these lovely
creatures stirring
at the feet of womanhood.
lights shown from
their eyes
and music from their lips
that i drank
hungrily–
excited with
the prospects
of new friends
never leaving
the last blooms of the amaryllis
the valentine’s day box from nebraska (the brassiered chagal is on the top left).
this post deserves an explanation. it is frequented every week. it is now the 7th of june 2013 and this post is getting an update.
several years ago, my mama created a new valentine day tradition in our family. we would all sit down to a formal dinner (on the friday nearest st. v. day) and each of our plates would have a bag at it. everyone’s bag would have a loving/appreciating/personal note from each member of the family, their favorite candy and a small gift from mom and dad. it is a great tradition. and even though matt and i are not there to celebrate, we still send our messages via post to one another. (my ma usually sends a few goodies).
the deal with the brassiered chagal? back when we were young, my mama bought a book of western art. there were lots of nude paintings and so as to discourage my siblings from looking at the nudity (or me just being a crazy, controlling older sister), i took a sharpie to them and gave them “swimsuits”. looking back, it was a horrid idea on my mother and i’s part, but we still look back through the 3 inch book of art and laugh at their destruction.
therefore, when my mother sends me postcards with art on them, she makes sure to “cover up” the naked parts with a sharpie.
the queen!! my mommy’s the best!
lady b 