W a t c h i n g P o p p i e s

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

For all the babies mama's mama's

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Saturday, August 11, 2012

"For I myself, I need unformed women, unfinished, undesigned women I can mold to my own patterns. I am an artist. I am only looking for fragments remnants which I can co-ordinate in a new way. A woman artist makes her own pattern."

-Anais Nin

Collages

He is not for me

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

balancing

nothing created, nothing destroyed

everything is always

Thursday, May 10, 2012

the unbearable lightness of being

light

my sweet

sweet

and light

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Poetics of Structure (the foundation)

strength in connections

Sunday, March 18, 2012

A SAILORS DELIGHT

TRAVEL

Loving you, flesh to flesh, I often thought

Of traveling penniless to some mud throne

Where a master might instruct me how to plot

My life away from pain. to love alone

In the bruiseless embrace of stone and lake.

Lost in the fields of your hair I was never lost

Enough to lose a way I had to take;

Breathless beside your body I could not exhaust

The will that forbid me contract, vow,

Or promise, and often while you slept

I looked in awe beyond your beauty.

Now

I know why many men have stopped and wept

Half-way between the loves they leave and seek,

And wonder if travel leads them anywhere---

Horizons keep the soft line of your cheek,

The windy sky's a locket of your hair.

---Leonard Cohen---

Sunday comes again...

Monday, March 5, 2012

cigarette break

"sometimes she didnt know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know."

-Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Thursday, March 1, 2012

For Eric Rohmer

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach.

One can only collect a few.

One moon shell is more impressive then three.

There is only one moon in the sky.

-Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

MAKE L.O.V.E

EVERYDAY

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Curious

I can not help but wonder:

It may be that when we no longer know which way to go
that we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
Wendell Berry

Thursday, January 26, 2012

MOM

"...blessings and life...
lots of life.
Even a life full of holes,
a life of nothing but waiting
is better then no life at all"
-mom

(photo by Nancy Neil)

waiting for you
...

Sunday, January 22, 2012

TRUST

"I began to trust the world again, not to give me what I wanted, for I saw that it could not be trusted to do that, but to give unforeseen goods and pleasures that I had not thought to want."
Wendell Berry - Hannah Coulter

Thursday, September 8, 2011

MAN

HE is a man with an independent income, a man of keen intelligence, well educated, sensitive, of excellent character, and capable not only with his hand but with his brain and heart. In making a life for himself he has apparently chosen to do nothing more then raise a family, provide its members with what he can, and enjoy the life of the day to day. He does everything singe-handed, from erecting buildings to raising crops, making wines and so on. At intervals he hunts or fishes, or just takes off into the wilderness to commune with nature. To the average man he would appear to be just another good citizen, except that he is of better physique then most, enjoys better health, has no vices and no trace of the usual neuroses. His library is an excellent one, and he is at home in it; he enjoys good music and listens to it frequently. He can hold his own at any sport or game, can vie with the toughest when it comes to hard work, and in general is what might be called "a good fellow", that is, a man who knows how to mix well with others, how to get along with the world. But what he also knows and does, and what the average citizen can not or will not do, is to enjoy solitude, to live simply, to crave nothing, and to share what he has when called upon. I refrain from mentioning his name for fear of doing him a disservice. Let us leave him where he is, Mr. X, a master of the anonymous life and a wonderful example to his fellow man.

-Henry Miller-
Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch