This morning, I realized I don't take anymore photos.
Actually, I take lots of photos, but all of them of my son, Solomon.
It's not a bad thing, but I don't want you to think I am one of those types, which I am of course.
So, this morning I woke up and took photos of other things.
It is a never ending project. I spend most of my day thinking about cleaning it up, organizing it, wondering if I will ever be pleased with it's present moment.
Vaughn, my husband, turns our house into an art show, and I am stuck in the gallery.
So, I thought to show you this ongoing installation called home.
This is our very own (trailer) skylight.
I didn't know this peace man was there until I took the photo.
Some feathers from the road.
A frame brought across country from Brooklyn filled with
A montage of sorts. Mary and Dolores probably lived in this trailer at some point.
A Grandma Lolly dollar for difficult times and me, kneesurfing in Baja.
"Medicine is an art, not so much a science" -something we learned during out trials.
"Patience. Evolution." I don't know what that's about. Ask Vaughn.
A drawing of a seed. I used to draw many of them before I had a child.
Some friends who live in Japan.
Another dollar. The El Camino at the Grand Ol' Opry.
A postcard from a restaurant in New York.
And Vaughn declaring himself Republican for Ron Paul.