Wednesday, February 11, 2015




I don't remember what day it was.  It never matters, though, when Zander is on Christmas break.   Rising in the morning, living, falling asleep at night, dreaming;  a tranquil repetition of simplicity.

but just basic 101 photography zander.  notice street signs impaling your subject's head please.  

Slowly slowly, very slowly creeps the garden snail
Slowly slowly, very slowly leaves a silver trail

Quickly quickly very quickly he falls from careless hands
Quickly quickly very quickly mother reprimands.

I admit, I was a little over emotional about the snail's shell cracking.  I tattled on Ender to Zander (who didn't care.....strange) and I believe I cracked Ender's heart in the process.  He was certain the snail would shrivel up and die and never find a home again.  I wonder who gave him that thought....?  So I tightened the belt around my big girl pants and convinced Ender all would be well with the snail.  He was brave and bold and would certainly find new and better accomadations.

"Haven't you ever heard of a slug?!" Zander yelled form up ahead.

Wrong!

There is a slight difference.  It doesn't matter anyway... I did think the snail recovered from his slight wound.  They can grow their shell back.  However.... a month later, in the same spot,caught in a rain storm, Ender came ripping down the sidewalk on his big wheel.  No no no, the sight was not pretty.  The sound of the crunch was a sonic boom in my heart.  I hurried the children a long, trying to forget.  But I can't, because its smashed carcass has made a large stain that we pass every time we walk to the park.  

Gunther chasing pigeons. I like pigeons, and I hope they know it is all in fun, nothing personal. 

Wednesday, February 04, 2015

Garden trolls.  They confound you with their mischievous glee and leave you simultaneously joyful and infuriated.  I distinctly avoided books like the Cat in the Hat and Amelia Bedilia and the one cartoon Lilo and Stitch....As a kid I could never equate messy with funny.   I still can't.

But here I am dealing with a particularly horrid beast.  Cora, of course.  She pleasures in grinding baby green caterpillars between her claws of fleshy steel.  She hunts them down and tries to drown them in the dog's water bowl. (A great pesticide if your four year doesn't want to save them for his habitat)  She will rip your herb's roots from their damp dark safety and watch them burn and dry up in the sun.  She's little, she's round, but she moves with fire in her toes.

The world is her playground and she is having the time of her life.  She owns it with no responsibility or grave consequence.   She is so happy and is befuddled at your outbursts over her destructive joy.



I can see her storming the gates of hell with Jesus, once her brain is fully developed, and by prayer and petition she progresses in sympathy and empathy. 

Monday, January 26, 2015

Ender and his little Toadie




She's her own woman, spunky, opinionated, fearless (save big machines), but Ender is older, wiser and he knows it.  Its dawned on him to tap into the resources of his little sister to get things done.

"Cora, chase those pigeons!"
"Cora, pinch daddy"
"Cora, say you want to watch TV"
"Cora, say you're done with lunch and you want a treat"
"Cora, follow me"
"Get Gunther!"

At first, it seemed Ender was getting a little uncomfortable in the shadow of Cora and differentiating himself between that weird, loud urchin invading his once 'only child life".  But now, Cora has become more of an extension of Ender's will and dictatorship.  He is comfortable in his own skin and will use whatever means necessary to push some boundaries.  She is a weapon, mouth piece, and his little toadie. 

And they adore each other. until they don't. 

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

On the Rim


I vow never ever again will go in the snow without donning a fur onsie.  I mean it.



The road to Payson weaves and wends through some of the most beautiful landscape.  Glad the I- 17 couldn't cut it straight.  Seen enough of that road it seems.
Zander abandoned his very excited kids in the car to record Gunther's first experience in snow.  Typical.
I would have loved to play with the lighting of this beautiful scene in camera, but my fingers were stiff and fragile as icicles.   The snow was like the fallen breath of an ice queen, nothing was allowed to form from it.  So we just kicked it around for Gunther's amusement.  I threw so much snow in his face, all over his body, he loved it.  It was very cathartic.  He wansn't annoyed or in full blown toddler rage.  Tough of nails, that boy.

Friday, January 09, 2015

Junipine - December and a lot said about Cora's hair







Zander told me that Ender got a little hung up while listening to a story.  Apparently, he wasn't too concerned. Zander must weave some thrilling tales. Thats how focused of an audience Ender is. 

A series of zander selfies to follow.  He discovered it this trip.  There are more, way more.... with Gunther.


haha oh come on zander, really.

cora's mama finally was let on to the existence of leave in conditioner. That stuff is amazing! We found multiple dreadlocks in her hair.  Huh, I was under the illusion that people with curly hair were blessedly exempt from needing to use hair products.  One of the reasons I wanted lovely locks so bad. Though, zander complained that it brushed her "look" out.  Her look is feral I guess.
Then I witnessed another curly hair secret.  On Monday nights Cora gets a spa treatment from Grandma.  Well, she emerged squeaky clean (if only for a brief moment) and with combed through, slick blond hair.  Her curly haired aunts were not amused.. so they attacked that mop by some sort of sprucing with simply their fingers and in no time her head was covered in a dizzy pattern of spirals and coils.  So its just a two step process 1)leave in conditioner with comb through 2) and then fluff
Her bedtime routine is becoming quite la di da, what with her creams, lotions and essential oils applications in front of a roaring fire. haha
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Wednesday, December 31, 2014

A dreary dark day in the desert.  

"In the dept of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer" - Albert Camus


Some of their not so best moments this past summer.  Below, innocent, vulnerable children have been dressed and primped for their Aunt's wedding by their stressed out father.  A damage control squadron was rushed in.



Snoozing.








Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

the ferry called Lee's


its a world where wind and water dislodges distractions and cuts my thoughts in two.  Its bare and lays you bare and you just might come face to face with yourself.  a carved out place that leaves gaping canyons, but always the river flows in the blushed wound.  I tore out my right eye and cut off my right hand and returned home whole. 






photo in top consideration for our Christmas Family Photo.  Sans kids.  what?  Gunther is the most cooperative and photogenic one anyway.... well, he does have a choke collar on him, I should say. 
The orchard exists as a growing relic of strange times long ago.  Lees Ferry, riddled with heartbreak.