death and taxes day 31 (365 project )

Have sales use taxes due tonight.....quick flick. 

They say one thing certain in life is death and taxes............. oh there is so much more. 

The vest...day 30 (365 project)

I received a beautiful gift in the mail from Riverside.   I open it to find photos of my mother, father and others, some poems, booklet from the African American Historical Society for Evergreen Cemetery (with my father listed  in it) , a wall hanging art piece made for Nosotros  (my father was artist in residence  non profit ), and my fathers dress vest.

  I couldn't help but to unwrap my fathers vest and immediately bring it to my face and want to smell him once more as I twirl the buttons and imagine helping him button it up and he putting his large powerful hands in the vest pockets.....and I see him smile at me.  

  

the back lot- day 29 (project 365)

So worked late and as I was leaving work I was thinking -" I did not shoot my image today" although I had my camera with me all day.   I walk out the back door to darkness and an empty lot and forgot how eerie  it can be and also peaceful and calm in the emptiness and silence..   Safely to my car I drive to the comfort of my home and give thanks. 

 

 

Honeycomb Hideout day 28 (365 project)

Today while getting my car smog check in the neighborhood I walk just next door to meet  Armando Esquer who had his garage open with his personal "man cave" space open.   I went over while he was repairing a surfboard and struck up a conversation. He is a furniture maker and saw some of his photos of his work, very talented individual.

I asked to take a picture of his space.  It reminded me as a kid , the "honeycomb hideout" (I may be dating myself) .  Making spaces for ourselves as children with blankets, sheets, and chairs in the living room or rooms and bringing all of our toys and things there to have in our own private secret world for a moment. No one allowed!!!!

 We all need our own little space, whether it is a little corner in our room or a room we share or home we share . Something special where we can meditate, create, or just be.....our own "honeycomb hideout".


I love the black and white and color ....they both give a different feeling..... 

   

day 27 (project 365)

rugby saturdays - day 26 (project 365)

Saturday's consist of watching my son play rugby with the fam......

running late ..day 25 (project 365)

Last night was running late.  Work, chat, late...for D's birthday gathering with the girls.  Listening to Les Nubians to take me out.    I arrived regardless and safely in the rain ..that is most important.   In true fashion was late posting my image, but it was done - just not uploaded....so i won't beat myself up to much and realize that it will happen occasionally for one reason or another.  :)

i am alive - day 24 (project 365)

I gain so much inspiration from my fathers art , the feminine, the sea, and ancestral  spirit..... you are right mujer..........I am alive.   

ti-red...day 23 (project 365)

just tired

painted sky- day 22 (project 365)

This morning I awoke early as usual and unable to go back to sleep for a little bit, even after hitting the snooze button.   I decided to watch the sun rise and give thanks for life and was blessed with a stunningly beautiful painted sky.  

I have a dream ...too Day 21 (project 365)

I have a dream that one day my four children we be judged not by the color of their skin but the content of their character........
Rev. Martin Luther King Jr

such a small part of a most powerful speech. 



Today the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr is  honored on the calender, as well as celebrated.   I thought about my parents, auntie and uncles and  their involvement during these times of the Civil Rights Movement.   Not  only the things they were to endure but the passion that existed about making change and a difference.     My fathers oral stories of what life was like for him , I can't even fathom.  As a country, people, world citizens , we still have many mountains to climb and conquer.    I celebrate my parents, and ancestors struggles everyday--for they made all things possible for me.   I have a dream....too.   

donate and disgard - day 20 (project 365)

Some donations have been sitting on my porch ready to discard and I chose to make use of  them while they sit on my porch.   Was kinda feeling this way today.

RUCK!!! day 19 (project 365)

It has been a long day...my youngest plays rugby and a drive to Fallbrook with the family to watch him play was in store and even more for my son Jai with a late game and double header.    These kids had a challenge in store with injuries already creating a rooster that made them short players and even more injuries tonight.   They played their hearts out .    I hope that all are ok and heal well. 

Look forward to some rest and having an opportunity to get creative ! 

day 18 (365 project)

I almost did not post today/tonight but I am stubborn and can't give in now...  10 minutes left.

 Cooked dinner and hung out with a few of my lady friends and snapped these of Autumn's little one.
 the joy of learning....little Elijah and his excitement and wonder.   What a great feeling to learn something new.

My Doomsday Clock is not ticking - day 17 (project 365)

I don't watch the news on "boob tube" (that saying has no relevance anymore because televisions don't have tubes now---ha ha)  to often anymore, but go on the web to see what is going on a little and find some interesting things sometimes.   I happen to come across a story about the Doomsday Clock.  I have to be honest that I didn't even realize that this was actually in existence, although may have heard mention of it before.   Apparently in 1947 there was a board of directors of the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists that created this symbolic clock face to represent how close the world is estimated to be to global disaster.   It is gaged by international events, wars, political climate, then- global nuclear war, and more recently climate change and  "new developments in the life sciences that could inflict irrevocable harm".    
As of this Monday they have left it at 5 min. till midnight "doomsday". In 1947 it was set at 7 minutes before midnight.  It has been adjusted plus or minus over the years ( 20 times) .  Obviously these scientist don't have a good prognosis for humanity.   For centuries it has been the same and different challenges.   

In reference to me.....it just is one more reminder and something symbolic to me whether how much resistance I receive to pursue my art ,in my young but ripe age, to keep on doing what I love.    My Doomsday Clock is not tickin'!

lick , scratch and bite Day 16 (project 365)

Today while i was driving I saw someone walking their dog with a dog cone on, felt a bit of sadness for the poor guy not being able to scratch that itch.  I started thinking about how it would feel if someone made us wear one of these contraptions and how maybe sometimes, like today, that it might be a good idea to wear one for the safety of others.  Then on a deeper level - how I/we  wear this and a leash  a bit to often to pacify others and don't allow ourselves to just be and even lick, scratch or bite when needed.  

"the best-est in the west-est" Day 15 - 365 project

This beautiful little one...who whispers in my ear "your the best-est in the west-est".  No my girl, you are the best-est in the west-est.

day 14 - project 365 Warmth of cool

It is a cold night and all that runs through my mind is my bed with the shelter of my warm blankets....I was very close to skipping a night of taking a photo but could not. 
The warmth of our own inner light in the coolness of the night.

where the sidewalk ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends. 

-Shel Silverstein

Spirit and Breath

 

Head in the clouds...day 10(365 project)

head in the clouds, feet on the ground.....
I have been daydreaming a lot the last few days

Surface - day 10 (365 project)

stagnant and still
confined no more
rising to the surface
from depths of darkness
and accumulation
that weighs down
a gentle flow
reflection of light
absorbed
to where
am i?
i am
destined

say what you mean-...day 9 (365 project)

Say what you mean and mean what you say because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind -- Dr Suess

day 8 -365 project

Youth has no age--- Pablo Picasso .....may you ponder and allow yourself to see your own interpretation ...would love to hear what that is. The even larger challenge for me is choosing one image.