Tiny Dancer.

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile,
you'll marry a music man

Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you, and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

chorus
Hold me closer Tiny Dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today.

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

And now she's in me, always with me,
Tiny dancer in my hand

chorus
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

[repeat chorus]
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you, and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

[repeat chorus]

[repeat chorus]

Lyrics by Bernie Taupin

Marj. Part II.

Another from the e.e. cummings poem "between the breasts".

i had initially envisioned several women with stanzas of the poem written on a different part of each woman's body and then bringing the pieces together to form a Frankenwoman or (as i prefer) Everywoman.

it hasn't really worked out that way, so i'm just enjoying each piece separately.

part of being an accidental photographer is never having your visions manifest themselves in the way you saw them in your head.

conversely....there are a lot of beautiful "accidents" that surface.

i am vigilantly passionate about women's issues, especially body image and even moreso, the influence of men on how women perceive themselves and allow their bodies to be used or abused by men and even themselves.

i'm not blaming men. and i'm no man-hater.

after all, we teach others how to treat us.

dont' we?

Endless Summer Part Deux

The three photos in this entry are actually individual parts of a single photograph that can be seen here.

I like triptychs.

i also like the idea of examining the smaller parts of the whole up close and personal.

i really love these three pieces. talk about accidental!!!!

now if i could only figure out what the hell i'm going to show next month!!!

shit.

Between the Breasts

between the breasts
of bestial
Marj lie large
men who praise

Marj's cleancornered strokable
body these men's
fingers toss trunks
shuffle sacks spin kegs they

curl
loving
around
beers

the world has
these men's hands but their
bodies big and boozing
belong to

Marj
the greenslim purse of whose
face opens
on a fatgold

grin
hooray
hoorah for the large
men who lie

between the breasts
of bestial Marj
for the strong men
who

sleep between the legs of Lil

- e.e. cummings

Princess of Power.

This is She-Ra.

She is my friend Nick's dog.

total Princess of Power.

I love this dog.

even if she is 100 % purebred Bed Hog.

she's like one of those babies that really gets your biological clock all revved up....

after an afternoon of hanging out with the She-Ra i've got doggies on the brain.

that's how i'm going to end up with Eddie, my future Chinese Crested.

shit.

The Endless Summer Part Eleventybillion, or, My Trip to Westport.

We finally went to westport.

after much hemming.

and hawing.

and many cigarettes.

we even weren't too upset about a $700 ticket from a jerk-off cop.

there was a SURF COMPETITION for the love!!!

i sort of felt like i was back in so. cal.....even down to the cardigan i had to wear because it just "wasn't quite warm enough."

i did manage to get a 5,000 degree sunburn somehow.

it's nice and tan now.

a tan in the Northwest feels like such an exotic luxury....how funny.

Besides the surf competition i had to go to Westport.

it was my duty.

i had to pay homage to my good friend 'Ginia.

Here she is:

This girl is not messin' around. i can't believe i ever tried to keep up with her. She rolls too tuff for me that's fo' sho'!!

Anyhow...'Ginia moved to Nevada a few weeks ago...i'm glad i took the opportunity to see her before she left.

And here's Patty Pat.

Lookin' like a mountain man.

Alas...the beard is no more....

too bad....

was a good trip.

Daddy.

i see you once a year.

it's difficult to be so far away sometimes.

Time and the useless emotion called guilt are officially the price one pays for choosing to live 2,000 miles away.

i wonder if i will ever choose to go back.

i wonder if by the time i choose to do so it will be too late to enjoy the time.

but that's useless thinking too.

i do love you.

even at 30 you're not too old to just want your daddy.

happy father's day.

xooxoxoxooxoxo