“So, if I dream I have you, I have you,
For all our joys are but fantastical…”
Elegy X: The Dream, John Donne
I finally got to do something nice for a young lady who is part of a family who has been so very nice to me over the years. Taught myself 2 new editing techniques, too! ( … if only I could get paid to do nothing but take pictures and edit *sighs dreamily*) Cold weather is challenging for healthy people. Cold weather can be all but deadly for some people with RSD/CRPS. (our nervous systems don’t adjust well to temperature changes, so once we start to shiver, or get cold, it is sometimes near to impossible to get our body’s core temperature back again. ) But Teryn was tough, so I had to be too. She’s a seasoned competitive athlete-a real gamer. I figured if she could stand up on the top of a train in what she was wearing, I could be brave and all bundled up down below. ( and believe me, I *was* as bundled as movement would allow for.)
Beautiful girl and a fun day.
Some days it really is good to be me.
I should be shopping. I should be wrapping. I should be writing Thank You notes. I should be talking to my brother. I should be petting my dog. I should brush the cat. I should strip the beds. ( oh their embarrassment!) I should dust. I should be scrubbing the shower. I should phone a friend. I should take out the trash. I should sort the mail. I should be baking Christmas Cookies. I should be editing photos. I should be putting laundry away. I should be *doing* laundry.
I should figure out why this is typing in blue…. If memory serves, my younger sister Rachel emailed that cartoon to me back before I even had a fb acct. ( now that’s a long time ago.) It just never gets old for me. Must be the balls 😉
Though my most recent photo session with Kevin of Soul Imagery looks more New Year’s Eve than Christmas, I still felt like sharing it with my favorite Christmas cartoon. I get so excited when I see his name on my messenger list. That part feels a bit like Christmas. I love to see the results of our work together. Just got 2 more photos back from the day we spent at Adrienne’s Inn at Center Park. Still hoping to get to shoot there again~hopefully while I still have these long locks!
about my baby,
it don’t matter
black or white ~ Black or White, Michael Jackson
I should go to bed. 😉
“Too much w(h)ine”.
or feel free to make up your own clever title. I’m at a loss.
Got my first photo back from my recent shoot with Kevin Brett at Soul Imagery
I’m so lucky that I am a grown up who still gets to play dress up.
Distasios’ don’t sit still well.
I’m not sure what most other families do while they wait out “states of emergencies” called for the impending arrival of a hurricane, but in this family, we ‘play’ photographer/ model. Between Natalia and I, we can make pretty much anything into a “photo shoot”. We’ve done glitter, water colors, hats(that was a long time ago) heck, we even grabbed a few friends and made a “circus” once!
I suppose it’s a good thing that I don’t have a truly functioning portrait lens or my kids would be perpetually annoyed with me instead of being only occasionally annoyed with my requests. In addition to occupying each other, doing things like this sometimes help to keep my mind off of how yucky weather like this makes me feel. Storm systems can wreak havoc on someone with a condition like mine. Hurricane Sandy has certainly been no exception.
This is the result of what we got finished so far tonight.
School is closed for the next 2 days.
God only knows what that will find us doing.
My daughter Natalia is quite an amazing young lady. Having been put on bed rest at 28 weeks into my pregnancy with her, she is not only one of my greatest challenges in this life, she has also been one of my greatest rewards. I like to tell people though, that even after being put on bed-rest at 28 weeks for premature labor, I ended up going past my due date with Natalia and had to be induced. That’s the thing about my daughter Natalia, she does everything her way. On her on time and at her own pace. And that became apparent at a very early age. She is strong -willed, stubborn and determined.
She could walk early, talk early and ‘give direction’ ( read was quite bossy) at a very early age. One of our favorite memories of Natalia was when she lifted her beautiful little red head and blurted out in a crowded store for all to hear (at the toddling age of 3 ) ” Mommy, Nicky is antagonizing me!”
We simply had to find a way to channel all of her energy. I was injured when Natalia was only 2. Dealing with 2 toddlers while on crutches full time is difficult. So we needed to find something to do with them to help get their energy out. By the time Natalia turned 3 we had enrolled her into dance classes. By the time Natalia turned 4 her instructor had informed me that a ballerina she would never be. Fortunately for me, their was a mom in our class of a very talented gymnast in the area who recognized what Natalia just *may* be.
By the age of 5 we had enrolled her in tumbling classes. It didn’t take her long to get her first solo. She immediately began to excel.
By the age of 6 her Pop-Pop offered to enroll her in a local gym to try out some of the equipment “just for the summer”, as a birthday present. That was June. When August rolled around, she was offered a chance to begin training on their “team training program” that they called “The Sparklers” at that time. It was then that she met her best friend Brianna.
Fast forward 8 years. Brianna and Natalia have grown up together. Theirs is a friendship of mutual respect. I have watched them evolve as gymnasts and as people. I am incredibly proud of them both. Brianna’s family has been beyond generous to my daughter over the years. They treat her like she is theirs. She has traveled with them, stayed with them and vacationed with them. I joke that in the summertime Brianna’s parents and I share custody of them. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I am delighted that their friendship has remained steadfast. I have seen very few serious arguments. Very few typical girl squabbles. Maybe because they go to different schools, or maybe because they are just that close. For whatever reason it is, I am grateful.
Bri and Natalia are my 2 favorite subjects to photograph. Brianna will humor me almost as much as Natalia does.
Brianna’s Pop has moved in with them recently. It hasn’t been an easy adjustment for her. But it makes me giggle when he calls them “the 2 Pixies” . I have named my collection of photos of them over the years ” Pop Calls Them Pixies” in his honor.
I love to see their joy when they are together. Love to hear their laughter. Even love to hear them argue a bit over who gets to stand where or wear what. Because that just means they care. And caring is a good thing.
I lost my best friend when I was just 16 years old and I would give the world to hear her crazy laugh again. Or even just to argue with her.
These are a few of my favorite ( older) photos of them. My daughter’s schedule has been so crazy we haven’t seen much of Brianna lately. I’ve been waiting to get them both out in front of my lens again. It’s been too long. I’m sure my daughter will let me know when the time is right.
Oh fashion you fickle friend..
I did a photo shoot for a very talented friend of mine back in August. I had no idea what I was going to wear, so I finally decided to wear a blouse that I had gotten – yes- from the Goodwill for a hefty .50 cents. Goodwill shopping is so rewarding to me. It might be like my version of big game hunting without all the danger and paraphernalia and need of passports and immunizations(well, maybe immunizations). I could spend (gloved)hours sifting through the racks of things that people cast away and found no longer worthy. It started as part of my photography hobby. Needed some props and odd clothes for photo shoots. Now it’s like a different sort of challenge in my otherwise boring life. I found a pair of Kate Spayd shoes at a Goodwill once- for $4.95. A gorgeous pair Donald J.Pliner boots – NEW never worn! Those black gems have become my new fall favorites for under $5. So sexy. I saw that polka dotted blouse laying on the pile and for some reason, even though I have not one printed nor polka dotted thing in my closet, it called to me and we left for home together.
As a gift, my “fairy Godmother” hooked me up with a few monthly subscriptions to some favorite fashion magazines. When I opened the ones for this month, I could hardly believe my eyes. I was seeing spots. Spots everywhere. My polka dotted blouse was in every magazine! My treasured find is a dead ringer for the Kate Spade Maricel Shirt (for only $228).
Sadly, My blouse is about 2 sizes too big. It’s from 1940-50. Like a fool, I cut the tag out when I got it home, because of my whole texture issue. It’s polyester from back when polyester first started so it washes and drys and rolls into a ball and comes out looking like it was professionally laundered. It feels just like silk. It is also visually a bit different than the Kate Spade. But for a difference of $227.50, I think I did just fine. And if I save it for my daughter’s daughter,or even her daughter… in about 60 years, she, too can save herself a bit of cash and wear it again some day.
http://www.soul-imagery.com — My friend, Kevin Brett’s brilliant work. ( my pic is on there, under portraits)
Today it rained. Not just rain. Think monsoon. And gale force winds +rain. (just so you know, there is also a sort of Hope who likes a good hyperbole now and again, usually more now than just again.)
I spent most of the day in the kitchen. Weather tends to make the physical me grumpy so I seek refuge and distraction whereever and however I can.
I was restless. All activities were cancelled.
My daughter sat at the kitchen table for awhile and worked on posters to put on the golf teams’ lockers. It was a job assigned to her by her cheerleading coach. Each cheerleader got a different sport. She got Golf. We giggled for a little bit when we tried to figure out that if she *had* to actually cheer for golf- what would a golf cheer actually sound like ?
( I’ll let you mull that over in your head, I’m too much of a lady to type this out. We don’t know each other well enough for that , yet.)
After finishing that homework, I was still restless. The rain continued. I asked Natalia if she would mind posing in the rain for me. I’ve been wanting to try some more editing styles.
She is always, well, usually, super indulgent. I’m a lucky photographer, I’ve got gorgeous kids.
I’m fairly certain that once again, we’ve made magic.
I know I have some work to do on some of my editing styles but I sure had fun practicing.
AND I always have fun with my best gal. This took us less than 5 minutes to prepare for but I’ve been editing for about 2 hours. ( it’s that great technology of mine again!)
I hope you enjoy them as much as we enjoyed doing this.
— my favorite rain song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kq-r4ZUpels
Self portrait-ing was something I began when I started an interest in photography. I usually lacked willing specimens and found I was often the only living thing available. Cell phones, Web Cams, still working on getting it right with my real camera.It never mattered , just wanted a photographic history of who I was for mostly my own sake but also so my family would have a record of me “just in case”. It then became a little project for me as my disease progressed.
It is my hope that you can also view these as I intended. Just photos. Potential art. Face value. I welcome your feedback. Good or bad.
These are some of my favorites. Favorite quotes. Favorite moods. Favorite edits.
“I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you. A thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me. ” ~ Honore de Balzac letter to Evelina Hanska June 1836
“Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long.” ~ Jess C Scott- The Intern
“Thou art to me a delicious torment ” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
[T]hen I did the simplest thing in the world. I leaned down… and kissed him. And the world cracked open. ~Agnes de Mille
“Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below” ~ John Donne