southern California and the mountains…
and my poetry book in high school.
Who used to drive my car out onto a quiet road in the Berkeley hills and sit by myself and stare at the city lights and just listen to whatever it was that came to mind.
A creative mind is such as they say.
And she would dance back and forth with my daughter smiling away.
I got that part of me from her.
and the need to get lost and fill some of those things that had shifted in my world a few years ago.
And I questioned a lot of things. Most of all who I was.
And who I wanted to be.
And I will tell you…
‘Anyone could have an easy woman… why would I ever want one of those
when I could have you?’
just the way that I see it.
The way the evening light shines through the trees.
There is so much complexity that is beneath what you see –
much like each of us.
And sometimes – honestly, it isn’t really that complex at all.
It is as simple as a beach bicycle on a lonely mountain road
with a Christmas tree and presents.
I know this is turning into a random sort of post.
You can blame too little sleep and too much coffee for that.
But with so many requests from you-
there is a new page on my blog
but supposedly the best out there.
And if you have any other requests- send them my way.
AND just to clarify…
for those of you wondering…
this is just a simple and fun small side project based on so many requests.
Nothing is changing here on my blog- other than a whole lot more fun posts
and some pretty exciting things coming your way.
left me standing there in the rain… oh that was a fun shoot.