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I just clicked on a picture that I found on Tumblr. It took me to the Photograher/ Artist’s Website that took the photo. Just for fun, I right clicked on the photo, as if to download it, and THIS is what I got: Continue reading

Legal Schmegal

Art by Daniel Danger

I just added a new page. I’m finding 99% of photographers to be an awesome bunch. I’m only posting pictures I can link back to the artist. But, I’m not going back to all my other posts. I’m just not. After much thought and research, that’s the conclusion I came to. When you KNOW better, you DO better. Continue reading

Vivan Maier

It’s raining Artists. It has to be….because I can hardly believe my good fortune at finding these gems. I’d like to introduce you to Vivian Maier, if you don’t already know her. She was independent, liberal, out spoken, and the three children she nannied ended up caring for her in the last few years of her lifetime.

A lucky thriftshop find, her photos and negatives were discovered.

Unbelieveable.

I love wondering what she thinking when she captured each shot. If you hover over them you can see that I captioned each picture, and I really hope….wherever she is..that she doesn’t mind.

One by Apocalyptica

Dream a Little Dream of Me

I have a confession to make. I spend a LOT of time on Tumblr. A LOT. It was Beautiful Nomad’s fault. I tripped and fell into that blog while innocently pinning away on Pinterest. All the sudden…I was up to my neck wading around these cool blogs where the authors don’t talk. How strange. And unexpectedly fascinating.

So, like a kid that found a secret door in their attic that leads to a magical place…I find myself going back again and again. On this last visit..I found..Dream a Little Dream of Me. This chick is awesome. I seriously need to stop using awesome so much. Totally overuse that word.

Her eclectic playlist with songs from David Ramirez or Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan starts up the second you start looking at her beautiful collage of words, and photography. It makes you feel like you’ve just stepped inside one of the most heart-happy movies your mind could ever create. Full of places you’ve never been, and memories that are so close you could touch them..all mashed together to perfection.

How’d she do that? I tip my raggedy old black baseball hat I got in Mexico which my husband hates to her. Awesome. There I go again.

Being a rather wordy girl, I never guessed just images, photography, and quotes could just pick you up and take you to a different place. A fairytale place where there are no to-do lists, and people you’ve probably ticked off because you can’t stop talking. Even when you knew you should.

If you do what you should, and go get lost in this gorgeous blog…you’ll find words like these..that help you remember yourself.

Yes..Miss Emma Watson said this..or..Hermoine Granger as I know her so well from my beloved Harry Potter movies. Smart little girl.

But please, if you do go visit Miss Perfect Blog…Can you come back? I’m working on the music thing. I promise♥

Hands

My baby ….who is 5…gave me a bit of a turn last night.  I strolled into the Kid Bathroom, to check on him. He was in the shower, his older brother had helped him get the water the right temperature, and I was going in to do my thing. Sing to him, wash his hair for him, check behind his ears for toads. You know, the normal stuff written in Mom’s contracts. I slid the door open casually, only to have him slide it back shut on my finger. Ouch buddy!

Hey Momma..it’s ok. I got this handled! were his exact words.

Oh! was my surprised word.

I guess I should be happy. He’s showing independence, right? He’s gaining a sense of self, and setting clear boundaries in a kind and appropriate way. I know this stuff. I have a bachelor of Science degree in Early Childhood Education. I studied Piaget, Vygotsky, and Erickson, who would say that my Sunny is in the Autonomy vs. Shame and Doubt phase of his little life. I’ll save you 5 years of education from two different universities. Autonomy=good. Shame and Doubt=bad. My boy is claiming his autonomy, and telling me in the nicest way he can….to back off. And I will respect his wishes; help him celebrate his independence.

But I remember his hands. His pudgy little hands, reaching for me, holding onto my hair, sometimes twiddling it between his fingers for comfort,  other times holding onto it like a safety line rock climbers use. And my emotions get the better of me.

I’m no photographer, but one day, I was struck by the beauty of my Mom’s hand, and the way my baby was holding it.

Just Breathe

While pinning my little heart out today, on Pinterest…I found an amazing blog. It’s called Beautiful Nomad. I got lost in that blog for like an hour. Well, so did Sunny. He was mesmerized by this amazing collection of pictures, verses, and video. I can’t do this artist enough justice. But I wanted to share some of the grace. I thank God for my eyes, and I realized today how grateful I am for them, and my ability to see these wonderful things.