Stewart Park

I took pictures of a few of the numerous feathers lying around - interesting how they're all different.

I thought the gradation of color on the geese's feathers was so pretty.

New Jewelry - Shhh!

I made these pieces for my mother's upcoming birthday. I'm especially proud of them. I made the earring hooks myself!! Most of the materials for the necklace and earrings are from The Pear Tree, a bead store in Brookline, MA (my birthplace, soon to be my home).

P.S. - The photos are a bit grungy - it's hard to tell, but the centers of the earrings are dark blue. Maybe I'll do a re-shoot one day.

Polyvore Set

Untitled by 01201721 featuring free people tops

Free people top, $108
CALYPSO ST BARTH long tank, $75
Crochet stocking, $15
Paul smith, 450 CAD
Fringe bag, $30
Ettika Chain Silk Cord Braided w Feathers Headband Women, $56

Nocturne

So far, I've shown the birthday poem and "Apples" - these and the following poem (and more) are now going to be polished so I can submit them to magazines, contests, etc. as a summertime/yearlong project.

Nocturne

Tonight – the livid gauze that swings slowly; Hung.

Rope ripped round the column – limp – free –

And poison flowing like acid veins with the flesh peeling off them,

And scorched graves scratched in the dirt like so much nightshade.

Tomorrow, the pen as it carves, spurts ink and depicts

The torn edges of these stitches splashed blackberries.

It is the hoarse whisper of word-waterfalls,

The paper wrapped sickly round the lacerated arms, the arcing punctures.

Night’s frantic blindness – breathless –

Pressed struggling; Breathes a new dizzying array of sparks

Behind eyes: lungs: lips,

Starry with sleep, reluctantly closed.

And now, night’s peak of brightest, orange-tinted silence

Brings the healer’s numbing hand to the abrasions bloated with mold,

Brings the silk orbs, strings of pearls, bitter as milk –

And always those blank white faces, those velvet capes, those piles of feathers,

Falling on us –

To leave behind, valentines forgotten: remainders of the sun.

Yosemite National Park

Yosemite was of course beautiful, but it seemed kind of disappointing to me. I guess at that point I was kind of ready to go home after the near month of constant travel.

Shadowed, opaque, pale blue stream

Mossy trunks

Perfectly straight evergreens

The best view of the park, near Union Point

A lake we spotted while driving

San Francisco: Part 2

One of my first glimpses of the Golden Gate Bridge

Me and my dad

Ladies gathering for a morning dance in Washington Square Park

A piece of peach tart from La Boulange, a delicious bakery we stumbled into at North Beach

A foggy San Francisco morning

It's the Little Things...

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Apples - a short, spontaneous, and unedited story

Apples

Experimentally, she tossed the apple in the air. It rose and fell back comfortably into the upturned cup of her hand.

She studied it. It had a spot near the stem and two bruises. She put it back in the plastic mold and carefully picked a nicer one. Blemishes were something to be disliked.

She stared at the fruit wistfully. In her mind she commented on the realization that this thing held no memory for her. It did not remind her of summer days reading by a window, or her grandmother baking pie, or eating them in wedges at lunch in elementary school every day. She hardly knew its taste, looking at the glossy skin that seemed rather different from what her tongue and teeth vaguely recalled feeling. It was an object stuffed with white flesh, hollow and meaningless.

Turning away from the stands of waxy, plastic spheres, she rolled her shopping cart down the long main aisle. The crusted wheels clicked on the seams of the linoleum floor. The papery plastic bag, occupied by three apples, feebly tried to float away as if pinned down by the weight of the fruit it bore.

San Francisco: Part 1

Pictures I took on our trip to San Francisco. Brighter, lighter, and cleaner than Manhattan, although I can't exactly say whether I like it more or not. Much more hippie. Like how our first glimpse of the city happened to be as the gay pride parade was marchin' through (think naked men and blingified girls w/ feathers and headbands in their braided hair and leopard maxi dresses.)

My favorite street shot - a residential area somewhere around Fisherman's Wharf/Nob & Russian Hill/North Beach
Chinatown!Lombard Street - The person farthest to the left waving is Forest

Most wonderful and amazing City Lights Bookstore

An art gallery/studio that was beautiful and amazing in every way. Yes, this would be my #2 best place to work in San Francisco (#1 being Britex Fabrics, of course)

(The Better of) Kansas Food

One beautiful breakfast...

Awesome Mexican restaurant that we went to twice...

...its crazy colorful interior...

And its crazy good food.

Ottawa, KS - Downtown

Several times during our days in Kansas we went to downtown Ottawa to - well - eat. I found it really pretty with its late 19th century buildings and dusty, southwestern atmosphere.

My favorite street view

My favorite building of all time!!!!!!

They had this weird thing with painting on windows.

The more brightly painted buildings, plus the awesome-looking cinema

My favorite clump of buildings, with their strange, flat, cube-like structure and their awesome texture and color