San Francisco

i can now add san francisco to the very VERY short list of places in the US i would live in a heartbeat. it's like the west coast's answer to n.y.c...love love LOVE it.

we stayed in the Haight with Rosa and Andrew. i took so many awesome photos one day only to realize many hours later that i hadn't put the memory card in the camera....so no photos of the Haight. boo.

these are the only remnants of that trip....i'm not too sad about it. :-)

Roadside Yoga and Other Delights

why, hello Palouse....it's been a while.

what a trip it was! i now have my own "Murtaugh" list. if you don't understand the reference, you clearly don't watch HIMYM. let's just say, it is unfortunate that "Ordering a bagel after 2:00 am" is now on the list of things I'm "too old to do"....but then, nothing good happens after 2:00 am....

this is Kim.

she has her eye on the prize.

the challenge is great, but her will is greater.....she will summon all of the Ellen McIlvane energy that exists in the world and she will.....

....do yoga on a roadside post somewhere between Colfax, WA and Othello, WA.....

because she CAN.

and that rules.

The Magical Wishing Forest

DISCLAIMER: i'm not sure why these first couple of images uploaded a little blurry...it's weird.

oh well.
The Magical Wishing Forest.

The name says it all really.

it is the first place i have been truly inspired by in a very long time.

The first day we went there i wished for cloudless skies the next day because i wanted to bring my camera back the next day and my vision DID NOT include clouds.

my wish was granted.

it's amazing how these lush, green ferns and other plant life

turn to dense, scrubby thistles.

and the fiery shadows of those drawn to this place burn brightly......

even Darwin loved it here. she had a blast rolling around in the grass just as much as we did. she didn't even mind the fact that this place also serves as a pet cemetery....

well...maybe she was a little unnerved.

i can't wait to go back.

just a little verdant playground in the middle of where the Palouse meets the barren desert of the Snake River Valley.....

a miracle, really.

An Homage to Heidi.

This is my friend Heidi.

She is a very special lady.

very strong.

very brave.

very capable.

is heidi.

today i wasn't feeling very

strong.

or brave.

or capable.

and then i saw this little reminder in Heidi.

just because your eyes are looking down doesn't mean you aren't

strong.

brave.

or capable.

in fact, it probably means quite the opposite of aren't.

Thanks gal.

In the studio with the LB...

Booyah.

Tentative CD Release:

Friday, September 18

Tractor Tavern

Seattle

It's the day before my birfday peoples.

Plus i might be a' sangin'.

xxoo

Goin' to the Chapel...PART ONE OF MANY... :-P

The altar.... so beautiful. Rosa, the bride, and her step-mom, Barb, made the backdrop in IDAHO and transported it to seattle for the wedding. i had the lovely pleasure of being in idaho the morning they finished it, and helped them tack it to the CEILING to dry....trust me, hilarity ensued...and then we jumped in the lake!

The Bride and Her Entourage Room was upstairs from the main hall and had handy dandy windows from which to spy on those below.....tee hee.

i really loved the all-in-one factor of this space.

it's a "church"!

it's a reception hall!

it's a church!

it's a reception hall!

perfect.

A different view of the hall.

Remember that, "Spying on folks down below" thing?

Here are some Super Sly Operatives right now....

These flowers were amazing.

Paper.

Yes, that's right.

Made by the bride's Best-Good-Pal Lex in New Mexico and then Shipped to Seattle. When people say, "This wedding really came together in the end" they have no idea. This wedding was put together in at least 4 states that i can think of....literally.

That's awesome.

By the way....Lex is an artist and you can go peek at her work by clicking here.

AAAAAAAAND shameless plug DONE!

yet another view of the hall.

up close and personal with some of the only real flowers at the wedding.

Rosa didn't even carry these down the aisle.

she just threw them at the single ladies.

i hid.

MUAH AH AHA HA H HA HA HA!

NEENER NEENER NEENER!

*cough*

THIS --

...is the most beautiful bride, Rosa and Lex (the Flower Artist Gal.)

Stunning.

oh yeah...the cake had flowers too.

mmmm......Borracchini Cakes.....Sugar. Fest. 2009.

I tried to be good.

Really. i did.

but it was Just. So. Hard......

........moving on!

Up close with flowers.

flowers in the window.

A lone Pineapple.

i was hoping it would stay like that....just a lone Pineapple sitting in a frosted glass.

but alas...

He was later joined by every fruit under the sun.

a stunning display.

Poor Pineapple....had to share his spot light....

Beautiful Rosa....

She just looked so 1940's Screen Siren....lovely and amazing!

so that's PART ONE.

All told i took about 500 pictures. i've probably edited about 150 of them and we Haven't Even Gotten to the Ceremony Yet. sheesh.

my camera over-heated several times during the ceremony! i was a Busy Girl.

Look for more to come!!!

oh yeah.

Art Walk on Thursday!

email me if you want more info!!!

I told you.

She gives REALLY good eyeball.

Critters.

You can lead a Prairie Dog to water.

But will he drink?

i loves the critters.

the furry variety.

no bitey snakes, or creepy spiders or squirmy amphibious types need apply here.

umm...ew?

yes.
see...i don't just take pictures of PEOPLE'S eyeballs.

i'm indiscriminate when it comes to eyeballs.

(except for the aforementioned reptilian, arachnidian, amphibious creepy crawlies. they can keep their eyeballs to themselves ThankYouVeryMuch.)

this horse is named....umm....uhh.....Horse.

Meet Abbott and Costello.

they are hilarious, just like their namesakes.

mostly because one's Hearty and Low to the Land and the other is Tall and Willowy just like Nicole Kidman.

and they think if they stand still enough, you won't see them.

but sometimes you gotta hang out with a Franciscan Monk or two for Real Camoflage.

these were taken at Jackalope in Santa Fe, NM.

Know what this is?

THIS is a Durn Good Donkey.

Durn Good.

I have no idea what real purpose he serves, but everyone always says, "He's a Durn Good Donkey."

I'll take their word for it.

he looks like premium Donkey Product to me.

Gawd i LUUUUV texas.

This is my 16 year old brother's dog Bo.

Bo is cross-eyed.

Bo is also tethered to the roof of the Porch off of my dad's trailer house.

There is a joke that says,

"if your front porch collapses and kills more than 3 dogs, you might be a redneck."

well ha ha. Have a gooooooooooood laugh.

'cause ours is tied to the roof!!!

Southern Ingenuity at it's finest, Ladies and Criminals.

This is my brother's horse Pato.

Pato is Spanish for Duck.

He's a bit of a close talker, that one.

Horse.

Duck.

I think he's the reincarnation of a Jewish Grandma.

what's spanish for that?

Marj. The Final Frontier....Well actually it's her backside...but you get the idea.

this is the last installment of Marj and the ee cummings poem. if you are unfamiliar with what i'm talking about go look here. and here. and here.


i've been a little obsessed.

i know.

i've also just really wanted to turn out something wonderful from this shoot.

and i'm happy with what i've been given.


now on to new projects!

I Can't Let Go of e.e. cummings.

Yeah.

i likes it.

she doesn't look real to me.

that works.

thanks Kimmer.

i owe you a sweater and an all night game of KSO.

*MWAH*

the others are here and here.

Ain't That America.

Fourth of July.

red, white and blue and potato salad and sunscreen.

maybe a blow-up pool.

america.

oh how we show that we love you.

whatever.

this is how our trip home from idaho started out:

We couldn't have asked for better weather for the weekend of the 4th.

Coer d'Alene, Idaho.

Perfect for taking a dip in the lake, cruising in the boat and just taking it easy.

*sigh*

The Life.

But it's true that all good things must indeed come to an end, so we packed the car and headed for the City; just a hop, skip and a jump across the state of Washington, over the columbia river, through the cascades to our Home Sweet Seattle.

(But not before we made a detour to the Rez to purchase discount illegal fireworks and reasonably priced tobacco products. C'mon! it's IDAHO!)

The sky was beautiful, the sun was shining, until somewhere outside Ritzville, WA we ran into this:

A thunderstorm moving in.

if you've never been to ritzville, WA, don't take it too hard.

it's huge plains of dirt. it's not unlike West Texas in that way.

piles of dirt.

some would call it a "featureless landscape".....

.....except for the grain elevators. They're a "feature", eh?

anyway.

this storm was moving in all big and dark and grumbly, throwing it's wind around like it was really going to tear that "featureless landscape" all to shit.

go back and look at that picture.

no really.

GO BACK.

*waiting*

the black skies....the dirt kicking up.

it looks serious.

that wind was crazy.


4 drops of rain.

that's it.

a couple of tumbleweeds attacked the car.

that was exciting.

and then we were in Ritzville proper.

which is mostly a lot of these:

There was a sidewalk sale outside this auto repair place.

they had a couple of acoustic guitars sitting there so we pulled over.

i wish i could have taken a picture of that scene.

the Strangest People I Have Ever Seen. (well...maybe not, but WOW anyway!)

there was a biker dude that looked like Dog the Bounty Hunter, his toothless wife and what appeared to be a daughter who was sitting on an old couch, wearing a lingerie corset (mind you, not a tiny girl) and holding an extra-thick chain leash, at the end of which was the gnarliest Pit Bull i've ever seen. all growly and slobbery and.... Hungry.....he definitely appeared Hungry.....

And he's jerking on this chain and the Langouring Lugubrious Lusciously Lingerie-Clad Daughter doesn't bat an eyelid and never wanes from her mournful expression.

they wanted $100 bucks for this "meh" acoustic guitar.

We left.

god i wanted a picture.

patrick later suggested that i might have pretended to take a picture of him while he was eyeing their wares and surreptitiously taken the picture of Luscious and her pooch.

FAT LOT OF GOOD THAT DOES ME NOW, PAT-TRICK! (i say, secretly wishing i'd thought of such a brilliant scheme. then i'd have evidence of La Familia Creeptastico in all their glory.)

But alas, it was not to be.

all you get instead is my wordy, mildy entertaining recounting of my encounter with said family.

oh yeah....

and the really nice sunset we drove into as we hit the Cascades.

enjoy.