Category Archives: Photos
The photo evidence that will one day be our ruin.
Rainbow
Something about cats and away and mice playing.
In case you hadn’t figured it out from my cryptic Twittering last week, Steve packed up the kids and left me alone by myself. FOR A WHOLE WEEK. BY. MY. SELF. As they pulled away, I cried for about the first 27 seconds or so, then looked around and realized that this? This right here was what I have spent the last 5 years pining for, and that I had better shut it, and get with the program. So I laid on the couch for a while. Then, that got boring so I got to work painting. And painting I did, for the entire week. Even going so far as to cut out of work early a couple of days because painting ceilings is THE DEVIL’S WORK.
They, on the other hand, frolicked in the snow and, from what I could gather from Steve’s text messaging, managed to fit in their fair share of marshmallows tater tots, fishsticks and orange flavored Sunkist. Fair enough, considering I consumed nothing but Brio bread and Wildberries’ deli food the entire week. I never even turned on the stove. Not once.
One of the highlights of the week was that Steve and my mom took Stella up the hill for her first official ski lesson. I wish so much that I could have been there to witness the splendor of it all, but I rested safe in the knowledge that Steve was threatened with bodily harm if he did not take an OBSCENE amount of photos of the whole event. He did not disappoint.
(click on the photo to see the entire set)
Like sands through the hour glass, these are the blogs of our lives
I uploaded this photo a week or so ago and hadn’t actually blogged it because it is out of focus (which I tend to find distracting), but the more I look at it, the more I appreciate it.
Part of my change of heart with this particular photo has to do with the fact that I have been spending more and more time on photography blogs lately, and have come to appreciate the various nuances that make a great photo. I spent some time at the beginning of the year cleaning up my list of my go-to blogs – the ones that fall in that category of my ‘must read’ daily rounds. The result of this housekeeping was that I have find myself reading food blogs less, and instead reading new and different humor blogs, gossip blogs, mom blogs and photography blogs. Between those, Twitter and, ahem, Facebook, my internet dance card is pretty full.
The humor blogs are great for some raunchy, caustic entertainment, gossip blogs are, well, they are my main source of news these days, mom blogs keep me sane and photography blogs keep me inspired. And, as luck would have it, I stumbled upon another site through my interweb travels that is specifically dedicated to providing readers with a kind of prompt-of-the-day for blog inspiration (just some context when you start wondering why I am deciding to blog about hypotheticals such as ‘These are the three songs I could be convinced to sing a a karaoke bar’). Aside from the others I have previously identified, I have an off-the-books resolution that I intend to focus more on photography this year. It is one of those things that I have a ton of fun with, and find it to be one of my more manageable creative outlets when I don’t have time to blog. Plus it gives me the opportunity to take pictures like the following, which I have been sitting in my “to blog” folder for 2 years now because I have superbly weak Photoshop skills and haven’t been able to artistically obfuscate Steve’s delicate man-torso in a way that both preserved his dignity while preserving the the artistic integrity of the story behind this set. The whole beauty of this series lies within the fact that the Walston men are shirtless…while having a tea party. Not to mention that Stella looks like she ends every sentence in the word “Hon”, as well as the subtle, yet telling detail that everyone is done sittin’ on the floor. From the first moment I looked at these photos I knew the title. And even two years later, I can’t think of a more appropriate description.
‘The Trailer Park Tea Party’
Body Language
Although I am constantly reminded of the fact that my facial features betray every single micro-emotion that passes through my brain, I do know for a fact that this expression is the one that greets both my husband and my children about 90% of the time. Let’s call it my do-you-really-want-to-tangle-with-this? face.
