time at home (deuxieme partie)

yes i see it, differences. I have always loved whites, creams and all neutrals. i remember the first color piece that entered my house. it was a painting, five feet wide by twelve feet long- oil on board red pomegrantz on a dark moody back ground. the house on the beach was white, walls were white, couches they too were white. the painting changed it, red began to show itself in pieces i would come across in my travels, not just any red but soon i would realize it was my red. well still within me exist the girl who craves the calming silent of winter white, the inviting peeks of meringues and all the colors of a cotton field. if i look real close i see i have not drifted to far..

time at home

i have had sometime to get used to the idea. no big adventure till the fall. now i wait for elle & dylan to arrive. i started looking at the place i live, how roofs and walls have felt temporary. i look at the small displays of my life here, things gathered, read and worn. i wonder in the wide view of my life what will the house on hudson be remembered as.

pieces of old

last year they dug up the boston common to put in new irrigation, i think i posted about it before. well one day upon visiting i noticed pieces of old china and pottery all over the common as if it was growing out of the dirt. i only had a few minutes, so i collected as much as i could. till now i just kept them in a dish. friday afternoon while trying to calm my nerves, i decided to string them and hung them at my front door.

apartment therapy ny

it was a great surprise when amy from apartment therapy ny
contacted k and i about living in a tent. she wrote an article and it put big smiles on our faces! thank you amy!

the sweet smell

shall i describe to you the fragrant air that surrounds my house. shall i tell you while i lay by the window reading about the virginia and her childhood in london that the wind brings to me the sweetest smell from the lilacs blooming in my yard. shall i tell you that i act as i onced did in my own childhood and take a single bud in between my fingers and bring it to my lips and inhale the nectar into my lungs.

shall i tell you this morning it is heaven on hudson.

ps. bonne fete chere corine

wanting that glow

dear friends it has been one of those crazy week's necessary weeks the ones you dread but must do. the funny thing about that is at the end i can not help but change. today while driving to the cafe i was listening to some chopin perhaps a bit too loudly in the car i had gotten lost in thought when my ears broke away from the violin my eyes focused on a toys r us sign as if for a few moments before i was somewhere else, somewhere without strip malls, neon signs and drive up windows. I started to think about-the places i go in my mind and if one day my mind will skip out on reality and permanently live in these places. i have become an observer wait, i have always been an observer but my eyes have begun to focus on things differently, as if i am getting ready for a journey where these things will not exist, a place where one day i will only visit while the music plays.

let sun shine ( on indecision)

oh, the sun has been shining here. my head spinning, i find myself having to make important desicions oh but i am not prepared i just want to play with my camera, and wait for my lilacs to open. a new garden has many surprises in the spring every morning is a gift!

steel magnolia

i remember the movie well. A group of women, strong women. I had always known the strength of women. my grandmother was incredibly strong and yet when she sang she was as delicate as a butterfly, my mum her strength, her beauty was so powerful. my godmother impressive spent forty years in university, mrs sinette my english teacher had (balls). men well they were children, the ones around me that is. Later my sister was born and she has proven to be one of the strongest women i have ever met. Although i never developed friendship with women easily and maybe that was because i was not missing it at the time in my life. My friends were male, yet i never believed them to be stronger than i, i could get the job done, i could take care of my family, i could keep people from harms way. All this was instilled in me, this is what i knew, my mum knew and her mom knew, like i said instilled in us. then K. came into my life, he was kind and gentle yet it was hard for me to believe that anyone else but me could take care of me. this last year after sixteen years together (holy smokes) i have realized i could lean on him and he would not crumble, i could get tired and he would take it from there. for the first time i realized that some men can also be made of steel, covered in cotton.

a portrait of me in things

i am in these things or perhaps it is better to say these things are in me. in a few weeks i will be leaving home for many, many weeks. everyday things around me will be different. when i travel i embrace all that i can through my lens, my eyes, and my ears- but when it is too loud, to busy, too overwhelming, these are the things i crave.