So today seemed like a good day to RANDOMLY post a photo for RANDOM PHOTO FRIDAY.
You thought "random" meant that I might choose any photo that struck my fancy, right?
You didn't realize "random" meant that I would post erratically, on the occasional Friday, but mostly not post at all?
Honestly, I've been posting lots of photos to my Flickr photostream, and have been too lazy to walk over here and post to my blog. L-A-Z-Y.
But here's a shot that never hit Flickr, of a stroll I took through Union Square recently, where trees have exploded into bloom and make for a gorgeous scene. Perfect for sipping an espresso and watching the world go by.
What 'cha doing this weekend? Something fabulous, I hope.
The sun is sunning, and all is right with the world.
A few years ago, several people had the brilliant idea that it would be fun to document a whole year in photos - one photo per day. The idea resonated, and soon thousands of people all over the world were documenting their lives one day at a time. I followed along, on and off, via Flickr and other websites, but never participated.
Until this year.
Naturally, in keeping with my slow start in 2009, I didn't start on January 1st... or 2nd... or 3rd. Nah. I started 9 days ago. How's that for fashionably late?
The daily challenge of taking at least one photograph has been surprisingly enjoyable. It has motivated me to carry my camera with me more often, and I find that I'm paying closer attention to things that I might otherwise have rushed past. It has also helped me to silence my inner critic, knowing that I've committed to posting something, even if it's not "good" or doesn't live up to my artistic standards.
What's even more fun is to see the photos others are taking and what they're discovering on the other side of their lenses. It's a party, of sorts.
Want to play along? Button up your pretty dress & slip on your shiny shoes. It's never too late to join!
My dad with Henry, guarder-of-chickens and bane of coyotes everywhere.
Bare feet + hot coals on a warm summer evening.
It's been a rough week, darlings. Much teetering + tottering has ensued; I can't stop myself from pressing "refresh" on the New York Times online to watch as the red numbers climb ever higher. It's a train wreck, boy howdy, and we're all along for the ride.
I'm trying to follow my own advice, but finding clarity is no easy task during these times. In conversations with friends, we speculate endlessly on what might
happen next, on where the "bottom" is or if there even is one. Thank goodness for sites like Sad Guys on Trading Floors that offer a humorous look at the situation (via Jen M).
What does all of this mean for Random Photo Friday? Time to cull the photo library for happy times, when the Dow was well above 10,000 and the crisis was still bubbling beneath the surface, unseen.
My dad with his megawatt smile. My sister's feet around an impromptu fire we set up on the lawn.
Summertime, and the living (was) easy.
Hope you have many magnificent distractions planned for this weekend. There is, after all, still much to be grateful for, and much to love about this wild + wonderful world of ours.
I shall leave you with this:
"While civilization has been improving our houses, it
has not equally improved the men who are to inhabit them. It has
created palaces, but it was not so easy to create noblemen and kings." ~ Henry David Thoreau
After a whole week of not blogging, the least I can do is post a photo for Random Photo Friday.
This is one of my sisters, down on the farm, bringing some style to the tractor.
'Cause that's how we roll 'round these parts. Style, substance, and a handful of dirt tossed on in there for good measure.
And now, on this gorgeous September weekend, I'll leave you with this, one of my favorite passages from poet Mary Oliver:
I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day.
- Mary Oliver
Here's to fields, and to strolling, and most of all: to paying attention.
I almost skipped Random Photo Friday today, but my sister texted me to ask why I hadn’t posted a photo, so I decided I’d better get with the program.
Remember the Sumi ink drawings I posted a few months ago? This is another of those, and the reason I chose it for today is because I’ve been kind of freaking out over here for the past few weeks. For so many reasons, the presidential election campaign has completely done a number on me. I feel like I’ve been knocked in the teeth with a hockey puck, or run over by a drill rig, or mauled by a pit bull. Or all three.
I know I’m not alone: I’ve spoken to countless friends over the last couple of weeks who are feeling similar things: rage, astonishment, helplessness, foreboding. This is a nod to the sharp knuckles of fear that have come rapping at my door, at 3:00 am or any old time of the day.
But I think I’ve made a bit of progress today in regaining my perspective and yanking my ankles from the quicksand of despair. I’m working on writing out a few thoughts that have helped me to breathe a bit more easily, and I’ll post those in a day or so.
Hang in there, everyone. We're going to make it through this.
Happy Weekend! The sun is edging over the horizon later and later in the mornings, and disappearing earlier in the evenings. Enjoy this last bit of summer while you can; the first day of Autumn arrives on the 22nd.
I 'm feeling out of sorts today - sweating in the sticky heat, astonished + aghast at certain choices made by a certain septuagenarian politician - so I chose a photo that instantly puts me in a better frame of mind: the Golden Gate Bridge at twilight, the tops of her towers enveloped in misty fog.
I love this bridge. Have I mentioned that before?
I never, ever get tired of walking on the beach beneath it, listening to the lonely wail of the foghorns while the waves splatter against the rocks.
Regimes change; the bridge stands. People make foolish choices; the bridge holds them as they travel from one side to the other. We weep, we laugh, we wonder; the bridge absorbs it all.
I'm off in search of hopeful vistas + beautiful sights.
Admit it: you thought I forgot about Random Photo Friday.
Just a phase she went through, you said to yourself, with a shake of your head.
But what day is it today? And what do you see here?
Yeah, baby: not one but TWO photos to gently nudge you into your weekend.
That'll learn ya.
This is my mom, holding 3 eggs plucked straight from the nest of hay where they were laid. She sells them by the dozen to a few damn lucky select customers.
"I'm thinking I might have to raise my price," she said to me recently.
"Oh? How much are you charging now?" I asked.
"$2.00 a dozen. But I'm thinking I may have to increase it to $2.25."
TWO DOLLARS A DOZEN? I could practically buy a plane ticket, fetch the eggs, grab a cup of Stumptown on my way out and still come out ahead.
This is one of 4 pigs my parents are raising this year.
They eat zucchini + pea shoots + whatever is left over from the garden. My dad drives to a local upscale market twice a week and picks up all of the past-dated artisan bread and cuts it up in chunks to feed them in the evenings. (Psst, Barbara: perhaps you might entertain the notion of getting a pig? They help nicely with the issue you raised.)
Their date with the butcher arrives next week, and my mother tells me that they've sold all the meat already - I couldn't even bring myself to ask how much they charged.
There are still good deals left in the world. You just might have to head to North Plains, Oregon to find them.
The Legion of Honor is one of my favorite places in the city, not just for its massive pillars and soaring ceilings and gorgeous art, but also for where it sits, at the crest of a hill overlooking the city, swaddled in misty ocean breeze.
This is one of the stone lions that sit at the entrance.
Somehow this shot captures how I’m feeling today: quiet, reflective.
Here’s what I’ll leave you with for the weekend:
Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the question now. Perhaps then, some day far in the future, you will gradually without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
- Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell