please hold, the other party is busy

Hey Homies. Guess what happens when Ms. Blueberry gets busy with wedding photos?

You got it. She doesn’t write a word. Don’t worry, these things come and go. I am entering the busy season with my business and if I didn’t have a part time job and 4 kids home for the summer, I don’t think this blog would suffer as much.

In the meantime, I’ll just mention twitter again. And there are loads of other ways to keep in touch until life gives me a bit more time to blog. Striped Socks Photography and Google+

And of course Flickr. So you have some choices. I’ll probably pop in from time to time.

Here’s a peek of what I’ve been working on.

walking on a dream

I thought when school got out things would be more relaxed with my schedule but I’ve had another week where I feel like I can’t get my shit together. I am getting things done. And creating things for myself to do, ie. Herb Garden, Painting Rooms, Cooking Things That Are Delicious.

Could it be that I finally have enough energy that I am enjoying life instead of sitting at my computer all the time?

Might.

I don’t think that’s a horrible thing.

In the meantime, I’m not writing as much. And that’s not a horrible thing either. But you can always follow my twitter. Don’t be alarmed that it’s set to protected. I have it like that so nosy people who just like to stalk people can’t see my tweets without permission.

pardon me, the music is moving

title is a lyric from a song by the bird and the bee called Polite Dance Song

I don’t ever really talk about the behind the scenes for my floating shots, not that you can’t google how to do them, but I will say that this was a tough one. I got a crazy blood pressure headache. However, I was pleased that I was able to pull it off at such a crazy angle. It was a confidence boost. I’ve been hating on myself again in some minor ways lately. When I look at this, I realize I’m good. I told the Austrian that aside from capturing the theme and all that, my one request was that my ass looked good and my stomach didn’t hang out.

We accomplished all. Thank you biking and stretchy angles.

Checking in from paint town

A little glimpse into what I’ve been up to on my vacation. As of right now, I have 1-2 coats of paint left in what I call the room of requirement. It used to be a dining room and now it morphs on the regular into whatever we need. Someday it may have a permanent purpose.

(Its the one that was blue in the photo collage)

right now

right now I am waiting for green paint to dry in my living room.  I am watching the pouring rain out my window, thankful to be alive.

Lately I’ve had a lot of moments like this. Overwhelming gratefulness for life and a keen awareness of how very short it can be.

There was a bike ride on our normal trail. Good music in my ears, beautiful evening light, I had the biggest smile on my face the whole time. A sharp awareness that this was it. This was life. Enjoy it. It was one of those rare epiphanies the universe will grant us from time to time. We all know it’s short with our brains, but this was a knowing that had somehow soaked into my bones and filled me with an urgency that I haven’t been able to shake since.

Then a few days later, I heard of a former online contact, that I had never really spoken to, but had minimal interaction with on a group page. I remembered her because she was bold and awesome. Her whole personality screamed Life, Be Who You Are, Love Yourself. She was a light. And just like that, she was gone. Car wreck. Tragic.

It hit me hard. Not because I really knew her, but because just like that, you can be gone. Done.

It makes everything zoom into focus very quickly.

The time I spend hating my thighs.

The time I think about past mistakes.

The time I waste on people that don’t really care about me anyway.

The time I haven’t spent on my kids while I have them.

Worry over things I can do nothing about.

Things I haven’t done yet because I’m waiting for who knows what.

All of that. I just want to soak it all in. The rain, my green walls, Dobby’s naughtiness, the Austrian’s crazy jokes, delicious food, my quirky children. I want to grab all these moments and stuff them deep into my pockets somehow, to constantly live in them.