Wayback Machine

My favorite Christmas present.

I've been revisiting some of my old albums,

and came across this song I used to love and had completely

forgotten about....

this too...

to be continued...

Pretty Boy

escaped from his cage, and has been wandering about the neighborhood

for a couple of months now. Nightly, he perches on my roof....

My charms?

Or the apples and kale?

I may never (want to) know.

A DREAM OF TREES

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,

A quiet house, some green and modest acres

A little way from every troubling town,

A little way from factories, schools, laments.

I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,

With only streams and birds for company,

To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.

And then it came to me, that so was death,

A little way away from everywhere.

There is a thing in me still dreams of trees.

But let it go. Homesick for moderation,

Half the world's artists shrink or fall away.

If any find solution, let him tell it.

Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation

Where, as the times implore our true involvement,

The blades of every crisis point the way.

I would it were not so, but so it is.

Who ever made music of a mild day?

––Mary Oliver

(featuring my amazing sister & great nieces)

Creativity is not a mystery

It is simply

the doing without

a blueprint

the living between

episodes

of doubt.

- Samantha

Happy

11.11.11 @ 11:11 !!

Whoa...

(See you in another 100 years)

magic apple

from a hidden tree on the property

of my grandmother's old house.

(anything this delicious could only be magic)

11/1/11

All Saint's Day

My mother Esther's

birthday

11/1/11

Love

Gratitude

Blessings

Magic

Peace

A recent trip to D.C.

my nephew's wedding (Georgetown),

(epic in loveliness)

an afternoon at the Smithsonian

(enrapt,

in the presence

of)

Calder mobiles,

Rothko, Matisse, Alice Neel,
Nam June Paik,

Andy Warhol...

(entrance to Warhol exhibit)

Andy Warhol

(I was too distracted by the scolding guard for taking

this photo to notice the title... it was

my favorite one of the exhibit.)

" I love butter!" - museum patron

(This made me smile, floor to ceiling.)

Nam June Paik

lovely

Loneliness, Alice Neel

I would really like this hanging in my living room.

little birdie

outside my window

Rumer

"I got the blues in Springtime,

cause I know that I'll never have the right shoes."

Completely loving this debut album by Rumer-

the 70's Karen Carpenter vibe is a cure

for any kind of blues.

duck season

The ducks have been waddling about since February.

The mama has been sitting mostly, and lately nesting down by the stream. Two days ago- on Mother's Day - the ducklings hatched!

Pray they stay safe and enjoy their ducklinghood while they can...