My birthday.

This year is quite different than last year.



I had the spiny crab, he had mashed sweet potato.
Next year, Solomon.



What do I spy with my little eye?



a pigeon he spies.



This is my birthday present.

It's only a paper moon...

It has taken me a couple weeks

to "get back" from the holiday pop up mall.

I had fun.  It was worth it, but I am exhausted.

The Presidio Motel is my home away from home.

Kenny and Chris created this night, 

transforming motel rooms into pop up shops 

(even a bar and a coffeeshop)

We were in Room 15, 

there was beer in our mini-fridge, 

a paper moon,  crafts "made with love", 

and some good times.

Solomon was sleeping (most of the time) 

across the street at the other motel.

Where is the chicken?

Ojai, California.
Where I spent my Sundays this summer.
A house in the middle of an orange grove.
Five chickens, two dogs, and one cat.
Roasted vegetables from the farmers market to make lasagna.
                            

                            







































































Winter makes me think about the summer.

solomon eats.

for the first time.

I think he likes it.

Next week...apples.

solomon knows.

getting married?

the wandering jew

Another plant, with a holy name. 

My friend, Paris, left me this plant to take care of.

May be because I am such a caring person.

Or just may be because the name is befitting.

It got a considerable trimming, 

due to misfortunes, 

but it continues to wander...

like Paris.

The Wandering Jew

my home installation

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.

My home. 

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.

Probably not. 

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.

The Passion Flower

                 It is the time of the passion fruit.

And this is it's flower.

Upon looking up the passion flower,

I found out some interesting facts.

The "passion" in Passion flower does not refer to sex and love.

but rather to the passion of Jesus.

In the 15th century Spanish missionaries adopted the unique physical structure of this plant to the last days of Jesus.

The tendrils represent the whips in the flagellation of Christ.

The ten petals and sepals represent the ten faithful apostles.

The flower's radial filaments represent the crown of thorns.

The chalice-shaped ovary with it's receptacle represents the Holy Grail.

The 3 stigmas represent the 3 nails.

The 5 anthers represent the 5 wounds.

The blue and white colors represent Heaven and Purity.

Outside the Christian heartland, the flower has reminded people of a clock.

In Israel, it is the clock flower.

In Japan, the clock plant.

In Hawaii, it is called "liliko".  "li" is a string used for tying fabric together. 

                                                 "liko" means to spring forth leaves.

The sword-billed humming bird has co-evolved with the passion flower.

Or large bumble bees, wasps or bats can pollinate the flower.

There are over 500 species of the passion flower, and they are found on all continents except Antarctica.

(from the wonderful world of wikipedia)

almost three months

the first time he felt sand in between his toes.

somewhere in new jersey

When I lived in New York a few years ago,
I worked as a P.A. on a documentary about the "real rocky".

He was a beaten up old boxer who hated Stallone.
He lived somewhere in New Jersey.

Every morning before dawn, I would take the subway to Canal St. and pick up a cube truck.
I'd have to drive under the Hudson River, through the narrow Holland Tunnel to get to New Jersey.

After a long day of driving from location to location, I stopped at a truck stop for a bite to eat
That's where I took this photo.

I think it really summed up the way I felt.

a little bit of my stuff

seaweeds...

...the weeds of the sea.

a walk in the canyon

went for a walk down the road

 & found the greatest works of art.

lunar eclipse

I was up last Friday night at 4:30 in the morning

swinging solomon to sleep.

The full moon was glowing blue in my window

as the sound of the womb played.

I looked out to see that the moon was not full anymore.

Obscured by some clouds, may be.

A few days later, a girl told me I saw the lunar eclipse.

It gave her the goosebumps.

orange you glad to see me?

spring sprung

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seeing signs

A mish-mash of fingerpaint is another owl for who.

The first fine hairs stand still & grow.

An imprint of hand-solo-mon whispers power to the people.

Solomon Ray Montgomery 5.9.10

Sometimes, there are no words.

This is the story of Solomon.

Our boy spent his first night with mom and dad last night. 

Rebirth.

little ladies

                      On my walk at the beach,
                      all along the tideline, I found thousands of  dead ladybugs.
                      An unsolved mystery.

                      It made me remember something I forgot,
                      the ladybugs in a brown bag in my fridge.
                      Mark and Jen gave them to me.

                      They found them on a walk,
                      by a stream on the Coldspring trail.
                      So many, the rocks looked red.

                      I released them that night.
                      May be they will also end up on the tideline.

thank you

mother earth and father sky.

May 8th

       As May approaches, the birth of spring.

       The baby will make a journey,

       short in distance, but great in miracle.

       Edith wrote a diary a century ago,

       observing nature, and drawing the beauty.

       This is her May.

Her book is an inspiration.

For one year, she wrote and drew

the things she found on her walks,

the flowers in bloom,

the weather patterns,

the birds that pass through,

and everything with such detail.

I found this book in the library,

and was sad to return it to the dusty shelf.

May be someone else

will also be curious to look inside.

sometimes...

...you just have to let go.

thinking of you up the coast.

this is our month. hope we land safely.