9.26.2010

I'll eat you up I love you so

Every itty bitty boy needs a great big boy to adore.  For Julian, all things big-boy-wonderful start and end with Isaac.  Just look at those cousins: 










9.21.2010

Marvelous Errors

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt – marvelous error! –
That I had a beehive
Here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
Were making white combs
And sweet honey
From my old failures.

- Antonio Machado, translated by Robert Bly
 
(Hanging Rock State Park, July 2010)

9.17.2010

Knitting and the Stink Eye

Guess who has knitting fever?  Here's a hint, it's not me.




I had to snap those pictures with speed and stealth because my camara and I have been met with universal loathing around these parts lately.  Undaunted, I've decided to start collecting images for my new photo essay entitled "Cross-species Stink Eye."  What do you think?

9.16.2010

Resilience

When did September happen?  Why is it that I can't remember August? For the past weeks (weeks that became months) I have hovered outside of it all, wondering if I would ever get the courage again to merge back into the busy traffic of things.  And then, just as all who loved me during this slow fearful time promised, things started to get better.  I went to see lovely Jeanette, who helped me hunt down those wounded thoughts in my mind that wouldn't let me get past the few minutes in July when I was convinced Isaac was gone from me forever.  Then, using EMDR (a technique I don't understand yet have still benefited from) she helped me build the more compassionate thoughts that lead to my favorite of all human traits - resilience.  What a gift.  I am back.  And I've started to take pictures again.  See?

Back in the saddle again:

Chasing chickens, an exercise in persistence:


Persistence paying off:

Broody Jane:
Atticus in flower pot:   


Me in a cat's eye.