May 31, 2007
May 30, 2007
May 26, 2007
Thank you, Dad for all you've ever done for me. You're my friend and father and I love and appreciate you so much.
May 25, 2007
May 24, 2007
Behind us was a woman who had an in depth conversation with Penn while I paid for Ringo's "tender chicken cutlets in gravy." The woman put one of the spinning flowers in her cart.
"You must have a little one at home," I said.
"Two grandchildren, 3 and 6."
I asked Penn to put the flowers back so we could go.
As we were pulling out of the parking lot the woman stopped us. My car windows are un-rollable, so we spoke over the top of my car. She asked if she could give the spinning flower to Penn, "it wasn't more than a dollar and i know he really liked it." It was 4.99, one of the reasons I didn't get it, but to say no would have been rude so I opened the door and she handed it to Penn. Who was thrilled.
I walked around and wanted to hug her, but instead asked her name and shook her hand and thanked her profusely. It was one of the kindest gestures anyone has ever given us.
The kindness of strangers always astounds me. It seems so rare, and yet, has always been a prevelant thing in my life. I wonder why I deserve it and I wonder if I give enough back.
Thank you, sweet lady. You made our whole day.
May 22, 2007
So, underwear to school. And to my delight, underwear all day long, number 1's, number 2's, the whole bit. Having dealt with potty training far longer than we probably should have, the "Whoopee!" in me at the overwhelming success of today is pretty big.
He put on his first "show" today. At the end the kids got awards. Penn won "Best Listener."
There aren't enough words to describe how much I appreciate Penn's teacher. She's happy, she loves her kids, she's bright and without any negativity or volume or threats whatsoever her students obey and respect her every word.
We're entering a new phase in toddlerdom. It's a good one.
May 21, 2007
This sweet young lady was just too stunning to not grab a few actual portraits.
Her family tagged along so we managed some stuff with them as well. I'm also using this shoot to practice with some new post processing techniques.
Thanks guys, you're the best!
*Shot in Space
May 20, 2007
Sunday's are for baking and immersing myself in the smiles of my son, dirty fingernails and sweat from the yard, the smell of clean sheets, clean floors, clean dog and projects finished. The whole weekend has been about family, friends, art and the little joys of everyday life. I really love those giant views from the mountain tops I'm given to climb. But the older I get the more I am thankful for the plateaus and even, steady strides.
This photo of my quiche for my mom, the amazing veggie chef, who enjoys talking about food with me.
May 18, 2007
Let's help fund his trip to exhibit in NY. He's got pieces available for sale all over. They are pieces you can afford. Click here to get them! Serious, people.
May 17, 2007
Art Auction and Special Event
Thursday, May 17th, 6-9 PM
@ Frontiers of Flight Museum
Please join us for our annual silent art auction and special event. There will be a diverse display of art from local, regional, and international artists including local refugee artists. Purchase art at great prices while supporting a great cause! Come enjoy meeting and talking with artists, refugees, IRC staff and supporters while enjoying live music, food, and exploring the Flight Museum’s famous collection. Great raffle prizes as well as art by children portraying their refugee experiences. Admission is $40 for the general public and $25 for students and refugees.
May 16, 2007
May 14, 2007
This is how the dog feels about it as he anticipates the baby's reload.
By morning all is forgiven.
Click here to see a small set of photos illustrating what Ringo's like when he's not busy being the orange ball of confusion desperately trying to taste you.
May 13, 2007
May 11, 2007
May 10, 2007
Depending on what my computer is doing, in the mornings I either tap into itunes or turn on the Today Show. When that goes off Martha Stewart comes on, and regardless of how slow the computer is, I refuse to rot my ears with Martha Stewart.
But today, the tv stayed on a bit into the show while I scraped up whatever that was Penn and his dad left on the table.
Howie Mandall is one funny guy.
There was a lengthy segment on cleaning your phone. She actually gave step-by-step instructions on how to clean your phone. Quality content there, yessiree. What I could have used was a segment on how to teach grown-ups to pick up after themselves.
It's scrapbooking Year! on the Martha Stewart Show. My first take on scrapbooking is, ummm, not so good. It falls into the category of fanatic women who collect ceramic cats and clutter their closets with greeting cards in bulk so they'll always be prepared with the perfect hallmark, if they ever actually used them.
My second take on scrapbooking gets better. Crafty-time is always fun and some people make truly interesting art out of it.
My third and final conclusion is that it is important people are making memories for their families in this unique and creative way. Scrapbooking is the hands on picture equivilent to the blog. This generation will leave no stone unturned in recording our every thought. Narcissistic, but compelling. If I had time I'd totally break out the scissors and glue. I draw the line at ceramic cat collecting, though.
All this to say despite being a photographer and having a new scanner, I am doing a very half-assed job at recording and printing my son's photos and art in a way that is good to pass on and on. Here is my commitment to do better.
Pictured above is a scan of one of Penn's paintings. On canvas, even! Click here to see the folder I'll be scanning his art to. (Named "Art by Penn" in the "Fun Stuff" album.)
May 8, 2007
May 7, 2007
I feel like such a grownup.
May 5, 2007
May 2, 2007
I interrupted a good phone conversation today with, "Omigod, there are tiny yellow penis's growing around my plant!"
Seriously, this is weird, right?
The seeds Penn and I planted are starting to flower already. now, if only I can keep this fuzzy flower above outta here. (Penn calls them "dandleflowers.") And the snails. (my gawd at the snails again.)