tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86393941472772633752024-03-13T01:51:13.745-07:00eyes open...nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-65715072837118233382011-09-30T09:49:00.000-07:002011-09-30T10:08:16.155-07:00been too long.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCE-0Ue5SrDDMfkEKlVd9fuOV4Hljy_Mx7E5KXO62DgEFpVaxFCkgURKa4cLJT4GN155wEYTUmKKSlnmQAZESheBoDeoLjSDM4QdCcrStbsTishag0P3kqH7bjnUJykUJethrh3DKCX5Y/s1600/P1040988.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">the blog thing isn't really working right now for me, apparently. time rolls on, and i don't update. some photos have been taken, and i gaze at them on the computer, but i haven't really shared. been thinking about how to move forward with this. wondering about <a href="http://openi.tumblr.com/">tumblr</a>. don't really know how it works yet, but that would probably come with just trying it out more.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCE-0Ue5SrDDMfkEKlVd9fuOV4Hljy_Mx7E5KXO62DgEFpVaxFCkgURKa4cLJT4GN155wEYTUmKKSlnmQAZESheBoDeoLjSDM4QdCcrStbsTishag0P3kqH7bjnUJykUJethrh3DKCX5Y/s1600/P1040988.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCE-0Ue5SrDDMfkEKlVd9fuOV4Hljy_Mx7E5KXO62DgEFpVaxFCkgURKa4cLJT4GN155wEYTUmKKSlnmQAZESheBoDeoLjSDM4QdCcrStbsTishag0P3kqH7bjnUJykUJethrh3DKCX5Y/s400/P1040988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658197992202185106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">for now, i will show you this one. it is from jules' cabin- this is her childhood treehouse. how spectacular is this? it brought to mind things my mom has told me about her treehouse that she built when she was young. what freedom that must have been to be in a space all your own- up in the trees!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">...until next time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-9736417724349972472011-07-30T22:57:00.001-07:002011-07-30T23:03:26.274-07:00little things are big things<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVC94d8vduiv9cET24gC_6xa87ZykD4ZHuVao0468YbaXSAygfJOkJRC_ARwrentwXV4qSIPIJdUakSVCITvs78bnQY4qVBI610m6gFpFY3wuzSr000vUsUjpIBWnMOMWHE7_6vJb5KCw/s1600/P1040318.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Vr1bx6hs-AJ9MpGOhLkQ45nYGGOeC270YIzpE_5lHDNb0V8RwFzi4x6E5SgJJXSBJIy-6rhIuiU278HdOVrYC2tWoEaLXFBPt0dcLJSUtgm_kCraOUxTH3M3yhgl4o8KmKM47jBq5i0/s200/P1040322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635392817304190562" /></a></div>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-17804687302325110642011-07-03T22:18:00.000-07:002011-07-03T22:46:50.785-07:00the point up close.<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEill-uEWJPS7BGVdizgaap-PFxs_fUJJqjaSLsXe13ZLIJ_2D_viQyofabKrnDQFqaySd8ycGtF1oyLHfEs93BfbIcujJaUR8hhvtLcfBoGWfbrThu5xQHxUKSXRaGxSMGxHnw5_U7aDgk/s1600/P1040193.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEill-uEWJPS7BGVdizgaap-PFxs_fUJJqjaSLsXe13ZLIJ_2D_viQyofabKrnDQFqaySd8ycGtF1oyLHfEs93BfbIcujJaUR8hhvtLcfBoGWfbrThu5xQHxUKSXRaGxSMGxHnw5_U7aDgk/s400/P1040193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625363689636974690" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">in PR for the weekend. family weddings. lots of people. now everyone's left, and i'm here with my solitude tonight. took the camera down to the point- time to look closer at this place in front of me. </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN17y5uwVRmQodPTOQa0Z5sziraZhW9fNyH14C5Fx8USrk2j-jhr4M43X0ekAkHiwasSGQB6arvZ1wFdN9RVRq8ju2tkkhBL3DwPHqERCnSEy-viCl6pXXddm7V4CQGVbZSSRO0qmFhUA/s1600/P1040216.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN17y5uwVRmQodPTOQa0Z5sziraZhW9fNyH14C5Fx8USrk2j-jhr4M43X0ekAkHiwasSGQB6arvZ1wFdN9RVRq8ju2tkkhBL3DwPHqERCnSEy-viCl6pXXddm7V4CQGVbZSSRO0qmFhUA/s200/P1040216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625366890390093186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZN5FjZxRnV1-D3JHp6_Of1K8C_IHSWaiy3G1EsYlhUAF7QpAE-Yfab0NEaV2gTEw7tGuC-Nlok9-obl5Q52ql8Uz85ZSeLgeJkBReIA-twduK1Qf60CTNB1LQZIlmaVFbH099xiIsgM/s1600/P1040206.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZN5FjZxRnV1-D3JHp6_Of1K8C_IHSWaiy3G1EsYlhUAF7QpAE-Yfab0NEaV2gTEw7tGuC-Nlok9-obl5Q52ql8Uz85ZSeLgeJkBReIA-twduK1Qf60CTNB1LQZIlmaVFbH099xiIsgM/s200/P1040206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625366880003117762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;">beautiful long evening and low light.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnHgqraioUhxF-MSQEO9dQ1HWvqSqCriSuzQky7kW35lHKBfix_0zJBzVBcuc7kpBcsxf15grSLwj64iHvpnTiZi8uDypoo5n6pWZStP3ghyphenhyphenEHyTBBlNfBNFATghZeXs0KKD9WIl_89X0/s400/P1040179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625363692882897858" style="display: block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsvMfJJ1h6Z3XHH-TD0VMN5BQfeFMIk6L2_ZAiG2cVEXWUVME-ETS1oK1YAxD8uwBlMfjwIqT_8FjxkrOeLQuURl1sxggf7LekFDnwYCTTBuUaeiiRVx_4ygX6cBCG-EBmP0TcuGDudE/s400/P1040009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622987971624677858" /></a><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The patient experience/pod3/Tylenol 3 blues/sore belly:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I’m sitting on my own couch after being in the safety and solace of my parents’ home for the past 3 nights since my “laprascopic excision of endometriosis”. It must have been the cumulative effect of T3’s, but when I arrived back home, mom left, and suddenly I was crying my eyes out for no particular reason. It wasn’t surgical pain, it wasn’t fear- it is post op day 3 and the codeine is getting to me. A sense of loneliness and isolation came over me, and I didn’t know what to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The boy didn’t know what to say over the phone, even though I know he’s trying his best, and mom wasn’t answering her cell… Finally after the wave passed over, with the help of a shower and reassuring words from the mother, I settled into bed for a sleep that would hopefully wash this sudden sense of misery all away. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span>I’ve been anticipating this surgery for a few months now, and before that, wondering what step to take since the stabbing pains still visited me although the Mirena IUD was in situ and working wonderfully.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>As the date drew closer, I became more and more interested in the patient experience I was about to embark on. I deal with post op surgical patients every day, and although I’ve only been working for less than a year, I sometimes find myself desensitized to their experience. Is it a self-preservation thing, a time thing, or a culture thing?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So from the moment I put the hospital gown on, and gave up my clothing to a white “belongings” bag, I knew this would be one of those experiences that I am going to hold with me with every nurse-patient interaction I have from now on. It seems small. A tiny little day surgery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But any journey through the system is significant- especially for those of us that deal with “the other side” daily.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The iv went in smoothly, the fluids were a relief after being NPO for almost 12 hours at this point. I had a headache- which I attribute to the low amounts of sodium in the past 24 hours. And the fact that I had an intensive "bowel prep" for the whole previous day. In sum: electrolytes were a bit off!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Finally it’s time to walk into the OR. I climb up on the bed, lift my arm so the nurse can put little heart probes on their specific spots, and take a blood pressure and other vitals. Then there is a face mask that is over my face and I’m asked to take deep breaths. They said it was oxygen- really? It’s all a blur at this point, as then the anesthetist said that I had received the medicine that would make me sleep and that it might make me cough- if I cough it’s about 20 seconds til I’m asleep. I’m not coughing. He says, or you might just go to sleep. I’m awake and i look at the clock- 1.40pm. then the room is sucked away from me and I fall deep into a drug induced sleep. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span>The next thing I know I’m in recovery and another nurse is waking me up telling me to breathe deep and get my lungs going. She explains how my surgery went, and I have no idea what she’s talking about. I don’t want to wake up. It feels so good. I’m so sleepy. Then I start shivering and my teeth are chattering. I ask for a warm blanket. And then another since I can’t remember if I already asked for one or not. The nurse just chats and chats, I try to contribute to the conversation, but my words are jumbled. I’m trying to doze, but she just keeps talking to her colleague!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Then she says I’ve been here almost an hour and it’s time to go to day care. She has given me some delightful fentanyl and some oxy and my pain is limited. I’m wheeled into the next room and introduced to the new nursing staff as “another nursing sister”, which makes me smile. Then my mom is there, and I’m getting ginger ale and it tastes so good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Another 30 minutes are spent here, reading about my surgery, me getting to be more awake, mom texting dad and the boy, and then I get the feeling that they want me out of there. So I tenderly put my clothes on, trying to stand and lift one leg then the other. It goes ok. But as we walk out, I realize that I can’t walk and that there is a porter with a wheelchair who is there just for us. I gratefully sit down in the chair and am wheeled out into the sunshine. Dad arrives after a while. We’ve been talking to the porter about the jazz fest, and give him a brochure and point out good shows. To remember this sounds ridiculous right now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My mind was such a fog I don’t even know what exactly I was promoting.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span>Get in the car, shuttled home and then off to bed for a little while… what a delightful snooze I have! That night I eat congee, the boy comes over with flowers and coconut bars, and I am in a stupor.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span><span lang="EN-US">The next couple of days are pain meds, sleep, eating soft food, feeling full, feeling hungry, no poop, reading book, watching movies. The pain is different than I anticipated. It isn’t crampy like I thought. It is very surgical. The incisions hurt the most the first day, then it felt like I did a thousand sit ups and my abdominal muscles had been moved apart and jostled around. The gas in my abdomen from the surgery moved up to my shoulder that first night, and below my diaphragm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>That sensation has subsided, luckily.</span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">POD4</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The lasting sensations of this surgery are different than I anticipated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I have this lightheadedness and a sense of confusion that I thought was from the lack of food I’ve had over the past number of days… Then I start to think about how the very core of my being was opened up (albeit through a tiny hole), looked at with a camera and bits of it were sliced off. No wonder my equilibrium is still off. Give the body credit for the probing it endured. I have this pass for the jazz festival, and one part of me wants to push myself and head out to see some shows, but then the thought of walking more than 3 blocks at this point makes me lightheaded and weary, so I think I’ll listen to my body, breathe into my body and let the balance re enter. Gently. Be gentle. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Even though my head is foggy, and I am GRATEFUL that I have another whole week off- (I can’t imagine returning to work with a clear mind at this point), I have a little bit of perspective on the surgical and patient experience. It’s hard to fully express how this will affect my nursing practice, but I knew it would, and it will.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-89622833407864948782011-06-13T20:58:00.000-07:002011-06-13T21:00:38.059-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFs-yCsxDJbyP30YYTNxKp95MkHssZgRNAmYcgMzgB5hAz-OnYoWZXmyb4D1vlvgcCOj3VF8FYSDcu7-lkbXzj9FNnRhi22kq4OAI95O5Y5zlE2ZFUS13ExxRrtTfhmDjrSZuAjRFozJ0/s1600/P1030966.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFs-yCsxDJbyP30YYTNxKp95MkHssZgRNAmYcgMzgB5hAz-OnYoWZXmyb4D1vlvgcCOj3VF8FYSDcu7-lkbXzj9FNnRhi22kq4OAI95O5Y5zlE2ZFUS13ExxRrtTfhmDjrSZuAjRFozJ0/s400/P1030966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617920166082371426" /></a>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-10466624388679985182011-06-05T10:25:00.000-07:002011-06-05T10:32:48.683-07:00weekend on the coast<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwaifF3bn3G_P0uI1PXuGMS4oQjUody-IyyLKJ8AQD7zhTYXTdafzs8I_4-YwA_wCkShbPS-O8GJ9dPO1QDkcc-c8kIy-la-RG86fNDRRhodxjHfOqBmAYsl8dN6AmeUIUKBdCZRUxKe4/s1600/P1030927.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0U2f2FuG1CY5IksNJ7wmXyWdMO0wguLuYNmMoEl7g9As21i79PeR0TU2eepp8TC6CG0yS1tfuEK7FvOaeOcbLRcJTv2pspckAHfXyWoVrlTH4xphKca8au9BTx32TEY2UhughQ8sjpWc/s1600/P1030933.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0U2f2FuG1CY5IksNJ7wmXyWdMO0wguLuYNmMoEl7g9As21i79PeR0TU2eepp8TC6CG0yS1tfuEK7FvOaeOcbLRcJTv2pspckAHfXyWoVrlTH4xphKca8au9BTx32TEY2UhughQ8sjpWc/s400/P1030933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614789101197281282" /></a>a few weekends ago, we drove up the coast to powell... spending the weekend reading, lounging, walking, eating, laughing, sleeping... all good things. not many photos were taken, but p&c started a good little bonfire in the pit, and we gathered round the warmth as the darkness came... i didn't want to leave that morning we packed up, reminding me that i need to make the trip more often. too much time had passed. i'll be back soon, point.<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwaifF3bn3G_P0uI1PXuGMS4oQjUody-IyyLKJ8AQD7zhTYXTdafzs8I_4-YwA_wCkShbPS-O8GJ9dPO1QDkcc-c8kIy-la-RG86fNDRRhodxjHfOqBmAYsl8dN6AmeUIUKBdCZRUxKe4/s1600/P1030927.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwaifF3bn3G_P0uI1PXuGMS4oQjUody-IyyLKJ8AQD7zhTYXTdafzs8I_4-YwA_wCkShbPS-O8GJ9dPO1QDkcc-c8kIy-la-RG86fNDRRhodxjHfOqBmAYsl8dN6AmeUIUKBdCZRUxKe4/s320/P1030927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614789665823371746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-3503045601327548292011-05-19T12:17:00.000-07:002011-05-19T12:41:17.649-07:00here we are mid-may.<div style="text-align: center;">for fear of this turning into a food blog, i better post something other than the delightful treats i've been enjoying... not to say they aren't great- but life isn't only about food, and neither is this blog.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSO5M3v8TgsPbYCpdl25UnIv17Rc7QcRmnz38xHM8N4S_MKWf9ZEabCHt8a4uAmuFR2t3c5NmmxRaL3AGOvLnhwhjwglrWSK-wtYdhZrGcbcFMXyGiVP_SBo39pJjt35lE6UF1xOrj4c/s1600/P1030665.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSO5M3v8TgsPbYCpdl25UnIv17Rc7QcRmnz38xHM8N4S_MKWf9ZEabCHt8a4uAmuFR2t3c5NmmxRaL3AGOvLnhwhjwglrWSK-wtYdhZrGcbcFMXyGiVP_SBo39pJjt35lE6UF1xOrj4c/s400/P1030665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608511345257224882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> i came back from a truly lovely long weekend in nelson visiting the clan, and now am in the midst of a week of nights, then off to powell tomorrow afternoon. the apartment was a pile of laundry and dishes, which i finally sorted out yesterday, so now i can ponder a post and put up a photo or two.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8reDIPoRmOxoPshcSk9ryrKW_pLYrTCvhTbruLiIed5Nqj0SXwshf76vjvszi31EU05IEQxxvNwvtkvwwlWuxlDJuIhsgQy7WFkBkRuQ6ON7u8dJ_bDzZ7K1k7Qf2bJaMkFmqmB9l3M/s400/P1030705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608512247630239362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div style="text-align: center;">the flight to castlegar was pretty wonderful. i love the lines and the contrast between dark and light with the melting snow, big clouds, and dark trees. </div><div style="text-align: center;">then there is Baby I. at 3 months now. she's filled with mystery. i catch glimpses of her character as her gaze holds intense on her mama, sisters, or papa. she's a photogenic little thing. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsTDUlXyDWUNq6F7cWvowYpukvZkJ11C_dJy6ZALhHiBIOndweWS01ZNU9qiz5D5WroQTNHDIlskN9NWsUSd7uqPPEhpPowYo9nQEp-4MBvj2ixhOcmVeYybu9Ct3ccLlq15keMS_20IQ/s1600/P1030757.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsTDUlXyDWUNq6F7cWvowYpukvZkJ11C_dJy6ZALhHiBIOndweWS01ZNU9qiz5D5WroQTNHDIlskN9NWsUSd7uqPPEhpPowYo9nQEp-4MBvj2ixhOcmVeYybu9Ct3ccLlq15keMS_20IQ/s320/P1030757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608513519896317330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_8Y20O96j12L_1p0v4YNNMdiKndoIlFkaDgEp20Qd745ogjHn2V6jIRqQRmgey1qmVMz2IBDinp6d6W7gJzS-hS6CdoFpfWKdGt4taF3SO_OTJIAdxetW6H8pMreYxfssgUmJn7WdAY/s1600/P1030846.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_8Y20O96j12L_1p0v4YNNMdiKndoIlFkaDgEp20Qd745ogjHn2V6jIRqQRmgey1qmVMz2IBDinp6d6W7gJzS-hS6CdoFpfWKdGt4taF3SO_OTJIAdxetW6H8pMreYxfssgUmJn7WdAY/s320/P1030846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608513511295438786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">and C was working intently on her skipping, trying to get as many jumps in with one turn of the rope as possible.... </div><div style="text-align: center;">so much activity went on this weekend, i could go on about it, but this gives a taste. so good to be in the zone with those wonderful people i call my surrogate family.... </div></div>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-56143614974529087372011-04-25T12:47:00.001-07:002011-04-25T12:51:15.880-07:00whites.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVKQEblAYsWPEQ4WeUCdIKtfYn5k79rEW7bSZtNbOKFy9Lhw17YQ8Yi20hqRowMAKMbiEk1-JuT75qAYL_EkxniqTU8iQgrq95hlPXejT-Qn7QdNwqyK7RjQHQQW41EILs0qUT6ENuRu8/s1600/P1030617.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVKQEblAYsWPEQ4WeUCdIKtfYn5k79rEW7bSZtNbOKFy9Lhw17YQ8Yi20hqRowMAKMbiEk1-JuT75qAYL_EkxniqTU8iQgrq95hlPXejT-Qn7QdNwqyK7RjQHQQW41EILs0qUT6ENuRu8/s400/P1030617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599610666438346626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">i get a certain satisfaction out of folded laundry. </div><div style="text-align: center;">sometimes it's all about the small stuff.</div>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-28717357274595099422011-04-20T11:59:00.000-07:002011-04-20T12:13:21.894-07:00chicken noodle soup for this cold.<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NmiDt9dksFXL0CU09RDB3UMlqrB3a0PnRKDBMWVQnNy3-0RrHL34s6NBQ1DMvObQyrqvtwWQHEe5HhJDITgxjO_lXkYJLN0vvdL9PmTRh5zx93QK6De7zyje1KqBR-tqRZRI2NXaAI4/s1600/P1030627.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NmiDt9dksFXL0CU09RDB3UMlqrB3a0PnRKDBMWVQnNy3-0RrHL34s6NBQ1DMvObQyrqvtwWQHEe5HhJDITgxjO_lXkYJLN0vvdL9PmTRh5zx93QK6De7zyje1KqBR-tqRZRI2NXaAI4/s400/P1030627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597744362449993890" /></a></div>since i have a bit of a theme going here with the food in bowls, i might as well continue with this delicious chicken noodle soup i made last night to heal my head cold. this was also the first time i've made noodles, so it was pretty exciting. the night before i had made some pork dumplings, and i had some dough for them left over. perfect. pretty good for the first try! even though it's spring time and it's time to open the windows, look to the horizon, look up, look down, i am still looking at closeness, the particulars. these simple perfect moments in amidst the chaos of the out of home life are fascinating me. it brings some calm and some focus to the day.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbESNwyD1Fl8YftwI7P909ohR7obODZKvBZjkwQeE-6IqXdznwOYCZ_sMmLrnr0sjxMUhe-bLMil-cCLmlsNA_tNXomhNCsAHTNCyPKX64t3jzGkGtv8yWqp9bzUjYdMEbOaDgaGYZhI/s320/P1030625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597745183438866898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-61005974887666246902011-04-12T22:05:00.000-07:002011-04-12T22:17:29.633-07:00dinner in a bowl.<div style="text-align: center;">my solo week night dinners usually involve greens of some kind combined with various other delights in the beautiful <a href="http://www.gailanngan.com/">gailan bowl</a> i received for christmas... </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); 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"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">everything tastes better when it's in this vessel.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Anu_5wLrZglYVraCRx_bmrEyUeMoBK7NCPU9wxJ_1I3-qoDFBYab6_y0mvtBgoohwPEOOTkqMRxyKnT5GftttKNAWPx5HD28hNU28WRShEIVS-eW5L6VgLJHJIt_UN6lv8h-BXlIxos/s320/P1030610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594931877546149026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">in a calamity jane moment last week, however, i hit the measuring cup against it in the sink, and chip when the pottery, and down the drain the piece fell. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i guess this is what happens when beautiful objects are used in every day life. </div><div style="text-align: center;">here are a couple of meals i've enjoyed in the past week. </div><div style="text-align: center;">notice one before the chip incident, one after.</div></div>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-16864595022049268312011-04-07T22:50:00.001-07:002011-04-07T22:50:40.626-07:00alela diane + wild divine<object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="300" height="550" id="videoplayer.prt1" align="middle"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="movie" value="http://www.roughtraderecords.com/aleladianewidget/tobegin/tobegin.swf"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><embed src="http://www.roughtraderecords.com/aleladianewidget/tobegin/tobegin.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="300" height="550" name="videoplayer.prt1" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-18368815133437299152011-04-04T19:16:00.000-07:002011-04-04T21:34:05.768-07:00salif!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2sMfgTk2FIBOzR0_ayCvOZ6Vogh9Jk98csFRCuNQKMqpsFy2KVbJaHQVcfpCM_fU6wPgFNYuNgk7-Uv_GQqy1MrbV2u1ESQL3bUFZLTMe4xdh8cxBmd6eYQymvdbzdAecz5sVuNPGHk/s1600/P1030589.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2sMfgTk2FIBOzR0_ayCvOZ6Vogh9Jk98csFRCuNQKMqpsFy2KVbJaHQVcfpCM_fU6wPgFNYuNgk7-Uv_GQqy1MrbV2u1ESQL3bUFZLTMe4xdh8cxBmd6eYQymvdbzdAecz5sVuNPGHk/s400/P1030589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591919027229008610" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">the crowd called out "salif! salif!" when the mali musician left the stage.... amazing energy, the crowd was ecstatic, the show was long and full. such power was in that room, and at the centre of it was this talented musician who seemed to glow from deep within. people getting up on stage, shaking their fantastic booties feeling the groove. in the crowd- hands up!!!!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqZag1RPxwsOlsZ5pG_k-rHstiSgKrelqtO5BtSH4fcUvDHwIs7zCye1-f_KWrVBLiOK8gzVfJL_6BBQcTuwEeDPvoJaD_uDYX0scR0C85WceoB_nE68V_QT5EYiA822J6Cvr4XSo50zk/s320/P1030588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591920153042816226" style="display: block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSCzk7F320f4D73h8iqnVbWFLlNFTSpXlL2X78RDeAhNzAYPuDtSB1-TpqW7c7G7B1aReXSQLIeilLi_Tb0dD6WPsCu3aWOr5uHLJ7RrcwBsPbOAxpJlzMKNWTxMy9pBEUbGxkYZYCj2E/s400/P1030524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585567733319488738" /></a>recently on my days off i've been particularly interested in listening to new music and looking closely at my surroundings. especially green tea and afternoon shadows. the lengthening day means the light spills in to my apartment at the perfect time in the afternoon and i lap it up. the space looks different, more awake but also more mysterious.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4SoAFs16OUGyYCXCpjwxYRR1ZQ_9uL4FDgZYOF9Kwqjif9YjcO_abxRJBdwEEktSFQYsEFaRQ_ojLbu_UaCmcPnzt6qrX5bRCPwzdjd-wG3b9Tv3ERA4c6CTT2KWgz5PUJVS0fOpNcAg/s320/P1030528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585568112121808210" style="display: block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3DQ8VEvRuQZNDQVq-LSdzg8UaFFMaHYhRqFP1AY1pw8rNZvIswadNT4GmPk5RWSJiGaQbQnYGQeSRkhonKacvBTdMe4DAg8HNCgb2KnOw2GdfwRO31Ce66mLiC0tEinNFWrwL_D6yV6E/s400/P1030383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580804205932968914" /></a></div>the newest baby has arrived! little ivy from one of my favourite families arrived on valentine's day. i got to meet her this afternoon. she has such familiarity and truly looks like an old soul. what a little angel. those big eyes intently taking the world in... welcome, baby i!<div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrf2GyIvLJnE5nvPPFq26iX8fIOLhe_MIx6ip-YlSHK1lp7xLdwv5WXOviEky65xiM13EF54Zj0s1kPbGRSTsj0ZLzkFqX67nxeuVqww8QDpPeTU_cWo4ScHZMqsROljXrp9_S0CMFzPY/s400/P1030334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580807314839132610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px; " /></div><div>here is a photo i took exactly one month before she arrived. we all thought she was coming any day at that point! she had other plans....</div>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-26372089566012570422011-02-02T11:10:00.001-08:002011-03-18T16:43:06.922-07:00long winter shadows...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN86hmX4xAH_LXoJg9p5vgpy3pV208lEeFp2b8GUnGqVVoLeAJFqBZI47j5-RrCib3smFJmiaZETZSoZX5k5XYsdL4-FZYRG-OZBTtcyjicpzhBLCncGIYBWjyKYssY6kzhtBnqCmZIhE/s1600/P1030109.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN86hmX4xAH_LXoJg9p5vgpy3pV208lEeFp2b8GUnGqVVoLeAJFqBZI47j5-RrCib3smFJmiaZETZSoZX5k5XYsdL4-FZYRG-OZBTtcyjicpzhBLCncGIYBWjyKYssY6kzhtBnqCmZIhE/s400/P1030109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569172203770152818" /></a>in the depths of winter now.... i can see the light coming. the days are getting longer. already into february, and my self reflection and photo sharing has gone by the wayside. the balance between work and life is a hard one to strike, but at least i can try to get some more posts up here. that's the intention. here's to photos and beauty and love and sharing.nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-1383637036115381282010-12-13T11:55:00.001-08:002010-12-13T11:55:51.326-08:00Joan is looking for The Magic<embed src="http://www.clashmusic.com/sites/all/themes/clash/players/player.swf" width="470" height="376" allowfullscreen="false" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://media.clashmusic.com/video/JoanAPW-TheMagic.flv&backcolor=000000&frontcolor=CCCCCC&logo=http://www.clashmusic.com/sites/all/themes/clash/players/logo.png&playlistsize=100&skin=http://www.clashmusic.com/sites/all/themes/clash/players/skins/stijl.swf&image=http://www.clashmusic.com/sites/all/themes/clash/players/video-player-bg.jpg&link=http://www.clashmusic.com/feature/joan-as-police-woman-the-magic&displayclick=link&plugins=gapro-1&gapro.accountid=UA-1553862-2&gapro.trackpercentage=true&gapro.trackstarts=true&gapro.tracktime=true"></embed>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-82492845477438608122010-11-29T10:17:00.000-08:002010-11-29T10:22:24.057-08:00birthdays<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_wNnFhDbL5Laular9IyGyp1QmeQZS0N1Ew2HegoqeIZHZKO0cdUpUgglWRZ_8slzE-R8rWJWqlSMdstrv59_BpJg5tscRXeaVYXSrVdn9Mq9WcglOThGKsmLOLLqtuFTmfBVpJrhrROI/s1600/P1020904.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_wNnFhDbL5Laular9IyGyp1QmeQZS0N1Ew2HegoqeIZHZKO0cdUpUgglWRZ_8slzE-R8rWJWqlSMdstrv59_BpJg5tscRXeaVYXSrVdn9Mq9WcglOThGKsmLOLLqtuFTmfBVpJrhrROI/s320/P1020904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545038674353195970" /></a><div>another turn of the year gone by.... a little bit older each time... i have memories of this particular birthday when i was 4... i got a keyboard and we ate chocolate cake. this year was so special, as well- it always is. thank you my loved ones, you make this girl feel mighty good. </div>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-44427104859284218332010-11-23T11:02:00.000-08:002010-11-23T12:20:00.194-08:00short reprieve.<div style="text-align: left;">i'm checking in with the blogs that i like to look at, and everyone seems to be on a bit of a hiatus from updates... me included. now that things are settling a little bit, i am going to put the intention of having more of a presence on here. enjoying my new camera, picked it up after a few weeks with it tucked away and i'm impressed with the feel, the images, the quality- so i'll share.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggI7i1DePUuFPzT4z7ReTdEXesOMtkIhP3p0ya4MzEOJHqh8Eu1Aprcn0k_DDJcN_RYGtSDgbAr2MmOVzTC8RFvqz67o0FWRxcbvB_LIYosX9up5dLgoh3HUnfC_lzbCx6V_ZuSZbUDbU/s400/P1020781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542824085582324610" /></div><div>up in PR for a few days, taking a short reprieve from the busy-ness of the city life. adjusting to this working life, and the commute, and the hours. it's an interesting experience of commuting to work via downtown- new for me. when i worked up here, i had this serene quiet drive to do, and when i was in nelson, i had this short chilly walk with a beautiful view and children everywhere. this city commute is a very urban experience. the same sounds every day, some of the same riders, and the dark morning and night sky. </div><div><br /></div><div>taking breaths in this cold cold PR air. there is a thin blanket of snow, it crunching under my feet. the drive up was perfect. took it slow, new mix cd by the wonderful R as company.... </div>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-7446148792366439362010-10-26T21:31:00.000-07:002010-10-26T21:51:00.924-07:00and the friends are having babies...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdR-uQxEM2pxZ1k_bFJYXy0unqPHgRmSsBy1jYhkwxdKfDE1lT5ZPhBFthBPe81I72WmYerOcbrv1EyRJMV6emEy-cJeH-i8nDcJg8KR2wRkNFIIP4zNBBgTKJUU0oLkTVQa3VX6RPdd4/s1600/P1020654.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUE1nPoMaJcCLgSm5kK2adM8Ura6eMMMZ39M1_fNHPex9T7LoxAeP_uRa7qf45QpHhZ6awHaWgSVvutIAq8xPafrQbgZagbCKvpd8CmYvo6sdTP_D0MwnnwoCMFDt6ixT24aSiUfoFvSM/s1600/P1020666.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUE1nPoMaJcCLgSm5kK2adM8Ura6eMMMZ39M1_fNHPex9T7LoxAeP_uRa7qf45QpHhZ6awHaWgSVvutIAq8xPafrQbgZagbCKvpd8CmYvo6sdTP_D0MwnnwoCMFDt6ixT24aSiUfoFvSM/s400/P1020666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532580336372882594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">another baby is born! beautiful baby boy leo born to K&M on 20/10/2010! </div><div style="text-align: center;">these photos are from our visit to the quiet new baby home at hour 53... </div><div><div style="text-align: center;">i am overcome with a pure sense of awe and wonder at the human capacity </div><div style="text-align: center;">every time i gaze at a little tiny human. </div><div><div style="text-align: center;">the mystery, biology, love, perfection. there's a wise-ness of the world that these small ones show us on their sleeping faces. </div><div style="text-align: center;">moments of great insight, knowledge, and complexity are glimpsed in this quiet contentment.</div><div style="text-align: center;">nature is ancient. </div><div style="text-align: center;">welcome into the circle of trust little leo. it's gonna be good.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdR-uQxEM2pxZ1k_bFJYXy0unqPHgRmSsBy1jYhkwxdKfDE1lT5ZPhBFthBPe81I72WmYerOcbrv1EyRJMV6emEy-cJeH-i8nDcJg8KR2wRkNFIIP4zNBBgTKJUU0oLkTVQa3VX6RPdd4/s1600/P1020654.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdR-uQxEM2pxZ1k_bFJYXy0unqPHgRmSsBy1jYhkwxdKfDE1lT5ZPhBFthBPe81I72WmYerOcbrv1EyRJMV6emEy-cJeH-i8nDcJg8KR2wRkNFIIP4zNBBgTKJUU0oLkTVQa3VX6RPdd4/s400/P1020654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532580337488087554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUE1nPoMaJcCLgSm5kK2adM8Ura6eMMMZ39M1_fNHPex9T7LoxAeP_uRa7qf45QpHhZ6awHaWgSVvutIAq8xPafrQbgZagbCKvpd8CmYvo6sdTP_D0MwnnwoCMFDt6ixT24aSiUfoFvSM/s1600/P1020666.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUE1nPoMaJcCLgSm5kK2adM8Ura6eMMMZ39M1_fNHPex9T7LoxAeP_uRa7qf45QpHhZ6awHaWgSVvutIAq8xPafrQbgZagbCKvpd8CmYvo6sdTP_D0MwnnwoCMFDt6ixT24aSiUfoFvSM/s1600/P1020666.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUE1nPoMaJcCLgSm5kK2adM8Ura6eMMMZ39M1_fNHPex9T7LoxAeP_uRa7qf45QpHhZ6awHaWgSVvutIAq8xPafrQbgZagbCKvpd8CmYvo6sdTP_D0MwnnwoCMFDt6ixT24aSiUfoFvSM/s1600/P1020666.JPG"></a></div></div></div>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-75028186458489646822010-10-08T14:51:00.001-07:002010-10-08T14:55:36.089-07:00pumpkin pie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrQi90qUdI5uSCLd_BgWL7pZyVLRv2WapJCIpWQ4UoSXlFbsP_hmWz8TFjGb4HzKq1fMz860kWbSuKBOEzSwE_D7n8I7StqBkveaR-7vn2yqmFdiO5H6stRoaPUX_7IuImXCZv77qbtc/s1600/P1020431.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggrQi90qUdI5uSCLd_BgWL7pZyVLRv2WapJCIpWQ4UoSXlFbsP_hmWz8TFjGb4HzKq1fMz860kWbSuKBOEzSwE_D7n8I7StqBkveaR-7vn2yqmFdiO5H6stRoaPUX_7IuImXCZv77qbtc/s400/P1020431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525796659462488962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">got the beast.... </div><div style="text-align: center;">cooked it up. </div><div style="text-align: center;">next step is mash it up, </div><div style="text-align: center;">then add some sweet things, </div><div style="text-align: center;">eggs, </div><div style="text-align: center;">cream, </div><div style="text-align: center;">and put it in a pastry. </div><div style="text-align: center;">project: give thanks.</div><div><br /></div>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-63223895416572017232010-09-23T09:48:00.000-07:002010-09-23T09:50:42.333-07:00no camera tonight.had my camera packed to bring over to j's birthday party. full moon. first day of autumn. beautiful evening. riding over the georgia viaduct, full moon is rising over the middle of it, pink, yellow, perfect... realize i don't got the camera with me.... forgot it on the bed. damn. then every thing i look at it so picture perfect and i'm without the tool. eyes are open soaking it in, none the less.nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639394147277263375.post-5135457723145569442010-09-14T22:38:00.000-07:002010-09-14T22:45:24.575-07:00this is where i live.<div style="text-align: center;">out my door and steps away. on the seawall. fresh sea air, green trees, deep breaths.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7A3i5hr7SQ2Bqq0sPMHMOQyE-q8JWuxKJ9baLMQYrfOUaBsKlOgxGG3cZQvhDtZgJLD2neyDxE1ZuypY1SwTyb4pWBWbU-aWKR5Zj9UriMke6Dz3ljLUQ4XFMT-0secBA0UIFRTHiGko/s1600/P1020289.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7A3i5hr7SQ2Bqq0sPMHMOQyE-q8JWuxKJ9baLMQYrfOUaBsKlOgxGG3cZQvhDtZgJLD2neyDxE1ZuypY1SwTyb4pWBWbU-aWKR5Zj9UriMke6Dz3ljLUQ4XFMT-0secBA0UIFRTHiGko/s400/P1020289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517011465301951218" /></a><div>for as long as i can recall, my parents have told me about the long walks along the seawall, with me as a wee babe in the pram. cold winter days, blustery wind, warm sheepskin keeping the chill out... and then the time when at 4 months old i touched the dirt with my small feet for the very first time. again, on the seawall, with salt sea air, pram nearby... these stories (and a sort of visceral sense of having been here before) come forth each time i walk along this seaside path. deep breaths, feeling blessed.</div>nc or lbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06294655191824028989noreply@blogger.com1