Eidetic Dreams

I want to be a photographer. 
I  have always wanted to wander the angles of the world.
To frame the images with words.

38-and-a-Half Street Pond

And the pond was green with life (and everything)

My recent practice of observation days, of taking one day out of the week to do just that ~ to wander, to capture, to be inspired, and to describe what I see in the pockets of my city, in the shadows of the angles of the buildings and their signs ~ has made it clear to me.

It is the combination of words and pictures that move me most.

And then I recalled; I wrote a screenplay at the age of thirteen.

It is the combination of words and pictures that move me most.

The Habits of a Dame

Sequin Bubble

If You Got It, Flaunt It

Champagne shouldn’t be saved for special occasions.
Have a glass on Tuesday. Make Tuesday a special occasion.
And Wednesday, for that matter.
Listen to Puccini and the Sex Pistols at the same volume.
Dark Chocolate (70% or higher) + Syrah = Amazing.
Write a poem about someone you love. Keep it to yourself.
It’ll be your little secret.
You’ll smile.
He or she will wonder why.
Appeal to your higher nature but don’t be afraid to eat cake with your hands.
Reward bravery with love and cowardice with the disdain it deserves.
Perfection is boring. Be interesting or colorful.
Treat the color red as an earth tone. It might just save your life.