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Be. Here. Now. (part deux)

In an effort to stretch myself and try something new, I decided to go off of one of those addicting social network sites this week (you know the one). It was mainly to help me focus more on the present. The people in my life today. The work in front of me today. But also, I found that what I was really wanting from it was a way to express myself and share my thoughts and, most often, images and ideas that currently excite me. So, for now, I will go old school and do that here. It may not help the panic phone calls I have gotten from some friends wanting to make sure I am still alive but it'll have to do. 

These are some of my favorite images as of late:

men with hats found here

my love.

Summertime is coming

Be. Here. Now.

Hello May

As a kid, my sister, my best friend Lizzie and her sister Malinda and I used to go up and down the islands of Summit Avenue with our homemade Mayflower pole and 'dance the Maypole'. These days, that may conjure up some other type of image but in researching it's significance for this post, I found out that it is actually a pagan celebration signifying the sexual union of God and Goddess. Yowza!

Anyways, this day always reminds me of my mom too. The last 'good' visit I had with her, in 1997, we went to Fælledparken - a big park in Copenhagen - for the International Labor Movement Day celebrations. I remember walking through the park with her, arm in arm, telling me about this day and how it's a celebration of the achievements of the labor movement. It is one of the last, sweet, mother teaching daughter memories I have of her. This month, I will celebrate my mother's birthday, mother's day and the 2nd anniversary of her death.

Happy May Day Mor.

Here in LA, there will be marching and celebrating workers' rights but this year the expected crowd has nearly doubled as a result of Arizona's adoption of a strict and dangerous immigration bill. 

Don't know, don't talk.

I enjoy going to museums and galleries because you don't have to know anything and you don't have to talk to anyone (my favorite combo as of late). You can just look and think and enjoy and make up whatever you want about it. Like this close up from a show at Blum & Poe in Culver City:

It's a close up from a series called faces, or something, and they all sort of looked like gorilla faces. Just saying.

Happy Spring!

Okay, I have ruminated on the 'where is home' question long enough and I still don't have an answer. So, instead, I will just post something sweet and lovely that pleases me.