Instagram a Day: Day 3

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I saw these purple mums at the grocery store back in Fall. They were the last purple pot and they were calling my name. My daughter and I planted them in our garden and shortly after that all the flowers died and fell off. It sat barren and dead looking for a couple of months. One day I noticed a few purple blooms poking out from the bottom. I was amazed that it bloomed again so late. Plants are wonderful!

Instagram a Day: Day 2

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My Grandma was cleaning out her attic and found this microscope that my Dad had as a kid. He was totally shocked to see it again. It is really neat. The microscope itself is in great condition and it is in its original box. I love the 50’s looking boys on the illustration. 🙂

Here are a couple more photos of the microscope set per request:

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Instagram a Day: Day 1

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I started a new project? Well of course I did! I love giving myself pointless photography projects that force me to take time out of my day to look at the world around me and say, what the hell is interesting about it anyway? My digital slr is pretty much on its death bed; however, I got an iPhone 6. So what the hell? I’ll use it as my camera for now, until I can save up the moola for a new slr.

Day 1: My husband and I had a day off together with very little money. We went on a cheap date to a local diner and then hit up our county museum. It is free and full of interesting artifacts. Other than the somewhat creepy employee lady with little social skills that stayed with us the entire time, we really enjoyed it and learned a ton. To her credit she was very knowledgeable and we did enjoy talking to her. This photo is from there special “toys of the past” exhibit, especially for Christmas time. Her mother made these amazing doll houses with tons of detail! This is a small portion of one of them. I love it!

Long Time No See

Hello WordPress World!

I haven’t posted a damn thing since August and now it’s… what… wait… January? Ok yeah it really is January, phew! Since my last post I have completed my student teaching, graduated from college with a BA in Fine Arts with a side of Cum Laude, applied for my teaching license, applying for jobs and should be substituting as early as next week! As you can see I have been uber busy. I would like to pick this up again as it helps my soul.

I still need to finish blogging about my 365 project; even though that seems like a life time ago. I would love to write more movie reviews. I have had the urge to write some poetry again lately. I suppose we will see where my mind wanders.

In the mean time check out my Instagram for lots of lovely photos from my life and surroundings.

Hope this new year finds you all happy and healthy!

Beauty Revelation

A few weeks ago on my trip to California, while staying with my Aunt, I took some photos of old photos of my Great Grandmothers and Grandma when they were young women. A week later I was showing these photos off and my Grandmother-in-law stated that they were all beautiful and that I came from a long line of beautiful women. That must be were I got it from. While I agreed that THEY were all beautiful, I blew off the idea of ME being beautiful. Yesterday was my birthday, I got dressed up and even put on make-up. I FELT beautiful. Last night as I was taking off my make-up, looking in the mirror, I had this revelation: If I think that the women in my family that came before me; my Grandmothers on both sides, my Great-Grandmothers on both sides and of course my own mother, the fact that I don’t find myself beautiful is not only disrespectful to them it also makes no sense! I AM THEM! I am made up of their genes, therefore I am them. If I think they are beautiful then I must be beautiful too. Not to mention I have the most beautiful daughter in the whole world and guess what? She looks just like ME! So… F this low self-esteem BS. It just doesn’t add up. I know I will have lows points, but I’m done thinking that I am not beautiful. I am stating here and now that I AM BEAUTIFUL! I am made up of little pieces of the beautiful women who came before me and I was fortunate to pass on those amazing genes to another little lady. So when you are feeling ugly, fat, worthless, and less than beautiful think on that for a while. I’ll try to remind myself of it too. 🙂

Three hundred and seventeen, eighteen and nineteen

These three are once again a random bunch. I like 317. I enjoy the diptych and I like that I put these vertically instead of horizontal. These photos aren’t so great on there own, but together they make something interesting. I love sepia too. 318 is a terrible photo, but it was a terrible hair day, as the wonderful quote suggests. 319 was taken while traveling somewhere in the car. Not sure where we were going, but I like this simple photo. I like the black and white, the detail of the jean texture and that little corner of coat sticking into the frame with it’s shiny silver snap. Sometimes simple is so nice.

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“Humility is to make a right estimate of one’s self.” ~Charles Haddon Spurgeon

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“How can I control my life when I can’t control my hair?” ~Author Unknown

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“We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.” ~Hilaire Belloc

Bird

If I were a bird just for one day

I would fly through the sky in every which way

Blue skies and grey and yellow with sun

Oh, wouldn’t it be fun?

I would swoop and soar and dive way down

Never again would I want to touch the ground

Feeling the breeze under my wings

It is no wonder why they always sing

If I were a bird for just one day

Maybe I would fly far, far away

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Three hundred fifteen and sixteen

Two totally random and unrelated photos right next to each other? Why not put them in a blog together. What the heck? I think I must have been at my lowest weight ever when I took 315. My jaw has never looked like that and has never again, sadly. This photo was taken in my old studio, shortly before we were being evicted. They closed the building to renovate it and everyone lost their spaces. No matter, it was time to move on. It’s a pretty craptacular photo, but it records one of the last times I was there. 316, on the other hand, I really like that one. Not sure what made me pose like that. I used an app on my phone to add the effects. I had been listening to Jerry Cantrell religiously and that lyric seemed to fit nicely. I really do feel that way. Like my body isn’t quite capable of all the amazing things my mind, heart and soul are screaming at me to do.

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“A great artist is always before his time or behind it.” ~George Moore

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“Got a caterpillar body and a butterfly brain” ~ Jerry Cantrell

Three hundred and thirteen and fourteen

I love these photos! I love black and white, even if they are just crappy iPhone photos. These were taken while we were living in a tiny little apartment. There was a lot of negativity in that place, but there were also good times. I feel like these photos reflect both of those aspects of living in that space and environment. 313: I am looking out the window, pondering our situation. Thinking on friends that I had been reunited with only to find out they hadn’t changed over the years, and not in a good way. I really love this photo. For one thing it was a good hair day, haha. I also like the composition, the bit of bricks seen out the door and the light and shadows. They create just the right balance through out the image. 314: a diptych taken the same day as 313. It must have been the weekend. I was just playing with my kiddos, enjoying being with them. That is hard to remember since it is now summer time and they are driving me crazy. 😛 But I digress. I got to a point were I was taking so many photos trying to get a decent one that I would end up with more than one that I liked. That is why so many of these toward the end of this project ended up as diptychs and there might even be a triptych in there somewhere. They are more interesting anyway.

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“Ain’t gonna worry Just live till you die” ~Josh Homme and Mark Lanegan

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“Family life is a bit like a runny peach pie — not perfect but who’s complaining?” ~Robert Brault