casually left behind after the fairies and midgets had the bed time bath. magic.
Friday, October 25, 2013
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
October Haiku, or October family self portrait
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| Huyck Preserve, New York |
Autumn water mist;
Children's laughter permeates
The musty wet air
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The family self portrait project started in January 2011.
I take one portrait of the whole family, myself included, once a month.
Every family should do this.
To see previous months click on the links below:
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2013
2012
August - waiting for Irene, yeah, the hurricane
Friday, October 11, 2013
Girls rock (2nd international day of the girl)
I
have the privilege of raising a girl that brakes with most presumptions and
conventions about what a girl is supposed to be and do. She is fearless, hugely
physical and ridiculously strong.
I
also have the burden of bearing witness to the heartbreaking reality that other
girls around the world have to live.
Today we celebrate the second day of the girl under the theme
"innovating for girls education". I want to focus on the girls that
are fearlessly breaking molds and expectations, defying convention and
redefining the rules. I want to celebrate the girls that are unique, different
and unusual.
As
parents we are both their teachers and role models. May we be strong enough to
let out boys and girls live up to their full potential, whatever that
may be. May we be wise enough to lead them to a better world than the one
they are inheriting
A lot of it is on us. That's all I'm saying
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
one woman, one camera and 45 minutes in front of IKEA
alternate title for this post was what happened the day I learned (the hard way) that IKEA does not open until 10am.
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| Red Hook, Brooklyn |
we've all been there. You miss calculate and find yourself in the middle of nowhere, unable to do anything from your ever-growing to-do list. Last week I found myself in such a predicament at the door of IKEA. It was a lovely autumn day and I was stuck in a cold cement entry. I'm sure this type of thing has always happened, but I am also sure that before people accepted it as a normal part of life. Activities had in-betweens that were not meant to be filled, but rather, were just left empty, to muse over nothing over a relaxin cup of cafe con leche, to talk with a neighbour... Now a days we are used to things happening quickly, and obsessed with having every minute accounted for. And don't get me started about our need to be constantly entertained.
So, sadly, I did what any normal person now a days would do with any small amount of empty time: reached for my iphone/ipad/droid.... and started clicking. I made this composite (above) with a few of them and totally love it. You can find a couple more below, but I'll leave the other 200 selfies to your imagination
Monday, September 30, 2013
Chaos, or September Family self Portrait
September's portrait comes with a surprise: from now on the portraits will come with a poem written by... someone who will, for the time being, remain anonymous. (it's not me. no really.)
enjoy....
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| Clinton Hill, Brooklyn |
Broken tiles, mouldings strewn half-cut
A boy fantasy of tools, nuts
And bolts roll, and dust dances dead
As the door slams shut.
Shake your head and roll your sleeves up
Brush up, belt up, buck up, beat up
Crank the hammer, load the drill bits
Jack the power up!
Start the scrubbing and the rubbing
Sanding, staining, serious sweating
Crumbling crusts and rust fall down
A gem gets glowing.
Dead stop; double take; do you dare
To believe this beauty...in my care!
Pride in possession, well who knew
My bourgeois laid bare.
***
The family self portrait project started in January 2011.
I take one portrait of the whole family, myself included, once a month.
Every family should do this.
To see previous months click on the links below:
***
2013
2012
August - waiting for Irene, yeah, the hurricane
Friday, September 27, 2013
the night fairy
Quiet as the night, the fairy came and danced among us,
batting her batton, shaking her shaker.
When morning came and the fairy dust settled,
We saw that what once lay in ruins now shined bright and new.
The colors were bright, the columns were straight,
and everything smelled of freshly baked cookies.
The kind that make you want to call a place home.
And so, quietly as she came, the fairy packed her bags and
walked away.
Leaving bits of her magic scattered around the house.
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