scout's owl birthday

heather (martha stewart's rival) asked me (by default, but with love:) to photograph her boy's 1st. a lot of work, a lot of fun, a lot of mistakes, a lot of learning. o boy!

hoity toity

30$ anthropologie $0.75 frys grocery

i think i won.

christmas leg warmers for k.m.s.

k.s.'s first dance recital i went to. followed by a surprise party that beats them all.

celebrate isla victoria

her debut is scheduled for setember 1st. my niece.
mama & i threw her a little pre-game party. bird theme. incorporating one of my favorite trees, the sycamore, from the wild's of oak creek.

aunt leslie knitted her tiny peds, booties. with the help of patient issy. God bless her.

America, the red green and blue

Creek.

Knarly things.

we lazed under the trees for 7 hours.

two of my most favorite creatures.

I am not embarassed to say that this is my family....

Fellowshipping with the trees.

Environmental Art

http://www.environmentalart.net/jonna_pohjalainen.htm

of angels and valar

if an angel were to entertain me...i'd hope she would be something like Yavanna, "the Giver of Fruits. She is the lover of all things that grow in the earth, and all their countless forms she holds in her mind, from the trees like towers in forests long ago to the moss upon stones or the small and secret things in the mould...In the form of a woman she is tall, robed in green; but at times she takes other shapes. Some there are who have seen her standing like a tree under heaven, crowned with the Sun; and from all its branches there spilled a golden dew upon the barren earth, and it grew green with corn."

-Silmarillion

Where the Wind Comes Sweeping Through the Plains

my heart is fractured across time and space. to be whole again! but it is nice to do routine check ups like in oklahoma, just to see if there is still a beat.

Welcome to Guthrie!
the station.cousins, kale & lily.me and sister at grandmother's home.

his adventure. i live vicariously.

he: speared 4 fish. unearthed torquoise. traveled 3 mi by his handmade sail. escaped the bog of eternal stench. traversed untainted dunes. and still....

him telling me that the trip would have been a thousand times more adventurous if i were there, was enough to subdue the green monster rising up in me. the beast is fed for now. i suspect its envious belly will grow hungry again about the same time next year... and it will take a lot more than throwing it a few bones.

Kickstart the Summer