today

today, i am here.
i am present in this spot...
rooted into my own being.
solid and centered.

yesterday was an extra day off
spent cleaning the house
and catching up on blogs
and drooling over this guy's amazing work.
the lighting, oh, the lighting.
i am starstruck...
{and have to add, that when i flickr-mailed him
a question about lighting, he responded back with
a wealth of information and links and i am always amazed
at how giving other photographers are of information
and techniques....it is so fantastic.}

speaking of lighting...this is another guy who
does some amazing stuff that always makes me
stare at his photos for a long time
trying to figure out the logistics of the lighting...

{it's not hard to tell the days are getting longer...
all i can talk about revolves around photography...
just ask my husband...}

so...now i have decided that i want/need/would love to have:

 but i did pick up this yesterday...
a new external hard drive
so that i can start the "great photo cull" before
the weddings of 2013 start...
:)

and in a bit of a related note, i have finally gotten on board with instagram
and am loving that it allows me to creative
in the moment...
which i need...
i find i get so worried about my "work" camera
that i don't want to use it for every day...
but my cell phone is always handy.
{which leads me to another want...i am very want-y today}

and because i feel like all i have done here is talk about
things i want
here is something that i had...that i loved...
mmmm...



monday morning pages::snippets


a blurb from the writing exercises::
prompt:  flesh

Her hands were getting so old looking.
They were marked with the cracks and creases of someone
who had seen more than their share of time.  And yet, still she remained.

He was gone.  They were gone.  The babies were grown up and 
carried babies of their own.  And yet, still she remained.

 Some days, she just sat on the couch in the pale sunlight
and stared at her own two hands.  At the ring he gave her so long ago,
that day that they stood in the tiny whitewashed church up west, neither his nor
her church, but a church that would marry them nonetheless.  
She wore her sister's wedding gown (that wedding would soon fail but no
one would admit that they knew it at the time) and the priest got her name wrong.
They had no money for flowers but for the bluebells he stole from the 
neighbor's yard that morning.  They were still wet with dew when he pressed
them into her hand.

But still, when he called them man and wife, her heart opened like a thousand suns
bursting out of her chest.  She could barely contain herself, constrain herself, restrain herself
from twirling, from dancing, from kissing him harder than hard in the church of someone else's God
now that he was truly, really and deeply, hers.

 And now he is gone.

 Flesh from flesh, bone from bone.  Memory from memory.  Dustmotes dancing in pale
sunlight and the creases in her hands telling her story after story.  This is how she spent
her days now.

oh...and a new haircut...hello bangs...i have missed you...

 

saturday sweetness

there were so many things that blew my mind today
found in the vast enormity of the internets...

1.
stumbled across this
and it took my breath away...
this guy can speak.

2.
strawberries soaked in sugary syrup on chocolate chip pancakes with a side of bacon...mmmm

3.

this killed me.
killed me.
i laughed so hard i could not breathe.

4.
i need to see this
{thanks to wee wonderfuls for sharing these originally
or i may have never know about them}

5.
a contest...with a diana camera...i know...i'm drooling
i'm trying to control it..


happy saturday...

friday i'm in love....



Can't wait for extra hour of daylight...., originally uploaded by gkgirl.

::::with daylight savings time happening this weekend.  
i need that extra hour of daylight.
winter is sucking the life out of my bones.

 ::::i finally broke down and tried instagram AND twitter...you can find me as gkgirl70 on either one
and instant. 
addict.
:)

:::::i desperately want one of these...i watched the video and drooled.  
literally.  drooled.  like a baby.  
:::::with meeting up with an old friend 
for coffee at my favorite local coffee shop
where they played damian rice
in the background...
and she let me vent about the my recent diagnosis of ADD
by my son's guidance counsellor...
yes, you read that right.
MY diagnosis...not my son's...mine.
{for the record, i have NEVER been told i might be ADD or ADHD...
my grade one teacher may have said that i should see a psychologist
but that was it.  hmmmph.}

 :::::a sweet tweet (is that what i call them...tweets?)
(i have not wrapped my head around all of this yet)
directed at me that made me smile




A seed of a poem....a kernel of truth scribbled onto a sunshine yellowpost it note...



A seed of a poem....a kernel of truth scribbled onto a sunshine yellow post it note...#photography #wordsIlovewords, originally uploaded by gkgirl.

lemon yellow
sweet as sugar
you melt like butter
in my mouth
and leave me
panting in a puddle
on the floor...
you are the colors of the ocean
and
you come in hard
like the tide...
a bated held breath surprise