The Way I see My World... Looking at life through my lens and sharing the world the way I see it
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
iMadonnari in San Luis Obispo
As Sunday afternoon rolled around, I took off for a stroll and ended up at the Mission Plaza in town. I remembered that they were showcasing iMadonnari this weekend. We had a thunderstorm roll through early Sunday morning and I am sure it razed havoc with many artist. So with camera in hand, stroll with me through the plaza.
Mission San Luis Obispo 1772 |
Look Below, what do you see? |
The Original Library |
The Magic of Art |
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Monday, September 12, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
We Will Never Forget
This day is coming to an end. I intended on posting this morning. But it has been a moody, somber day of remembrance to match the weather. I have been hearing stories, recounting of that day 10 years ago. The unraveling of the imagery that I was watching on TV while our son got ready for school. I could not fathom what was happening, even though I was watching it live on the west coast.
I was heartsick, devastated by the unfolding of the day. I will never forget, never.
My heart still goes to those that were affected firsthand, the gratitude to the first responders and those that risked their own lives and those gave it all to save those they could, and those that had no choice in the matter.
The following pictures were captured when we went to NY one year later. There are no words, just never forget.
taken by Angela Andrieux, our daughter |
the Pentagon |
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
Dandelions
What wonders there are in your own yard. As I stooped to catch the intricate beauty of a dandelion I was mesmerized by what I saw. Some see the wonder and some see the weed.
"I was a dandelion puff...Some saw the beauty in me and stooped quietly
to admire my innocence. Others saw the potential of what I could do for
them, so they uprooted me, seeking to shape me around their needs. They
blew at my head, scattering my hair from the roots, changing me to suit
them. Yet still others saw me as something that was unworthy and needed
to be erased."
— Nicole Bailey-Williams
— Nicole Bailey-Williams
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