of hats, flashes and wine

to my mother who is always encouraging, gently pushing me to be creative (“why aren’t you taking pictures and blogging………??!”), and helping me to look outside of myself. She always surprises me with her incredibly deep thoughts and perspectives, and is especially one of my favorite people to open a bottle of prosecco with. join us sometime.

thanks for letting me borrow your flash and lenses, ma. they are kinda cool.


remnants from fall


a hat


flashes of acorn



last week: roca, nebraska

last week was my first time

without a job (since september).

practicing with my aperture, the f-thing, and my iso. ma gave me a camera lesson.

practicing with my aperture, the f-thing, and my iso. ma gave me a camera lesson.

matt had spring break

and we left for

our old home.

my expectations

of course



(a word here that means: blown out of the water, as usual).

reaching up, up, up!

reaching up, up, up!

we were busier

than i had intended.

i have always struggled with

that problem

affiliating break with relaxation


being absolutely lazy.

just never happens.

(i need to start stifling that pipe dream).

mi abuela de amor

mi abuela de amor


the week was different

more meaningful

in ways

i could not have imagined.

God created space for me to see

the lovely women

replacing mis pequeñas hermanas lindas.


so late

the clock hands reaching upwards

ma falling asleep on the couch

tata in bed.

the living room so warm

bodies draped

in pleasant, tired heaps

emitting whispers

and loud laughs.

my mind just gaped

not acquainted with

these new forms:

of woman.

marvelous unexpected snow!

marvelous unexpected snow!

my spirit felt blessings

trickling in

to reservoirs tucked



but brimming now

with an air of wonder

at these lovely

creatures stirring

at the feet of womanhood.

lights shown from

their eyes

and music from their lips

that i drank


excited with

the prospects

of new friends

never leaving

the last blooms of the amaryllis

the last blooms of the amaryllis




the brassiered chagal and the calm queen

the valentine's day box from nebraska.

the valentine’s day box from nebraska (the brassiered chagal is on the top left).

this post deserves an explanation. it is frequented every week. it is now the 7th of june 2013 and this post is getting an update.

several years ago, my mama created a new valentine day tradition in our family. we would all sit down to a formal dinner (on the friday nearest st. v. day) and each of our plates would have a bag at it. everyone’s bag would have a loving/appreciating/personal note from each member of the family, their favorite candy and a small gift from mom and dad. it is a great tradition. and even though matt and i are not there to celebrate, we still send our messages via post to one another. (my ma usually sends a few goodies).

the deal with the brassiered chagal? back when we were young, my mama bought a book of western art. there were lots of nude paintings and so as to discourage my siblings from looking at the nudity (or me just being a crazy, controlling older sister), i took a sharpie to them and gave them “swimsuits”. looking back, it was a horrid idea on my mother and i’s part, but we still look back through the 3 inch book of art and laugh at their destruction.

therefore, when my mother sends me postcards with art on them, she makes sure to “cover up” the naked parts with a sharpie.

the queen!! my mommy's the best!

the queen!! my mommy’s the best!