MIERCOLES MUDO: Hacemos Limonada

Summer's Bounty

Some days I wish that placing my finger on time might keep it from slipping away ... 

Moments, blessings, memories ... beauty streaked with Blue.

Some days I wish that placing my finger on time might keep it from slipping away... 

My boy,

Growing!

Curiously gazing,

Seizing everything new.

Some days I wish that placing my finger on time might keep it from slipping away ...

A canvas splattered,

An arc of color,

Phosphorous kisses,

Fire bleeding into you.

Some days I wish that placing my finger on time might keep it from slipping away ... 

Books weighted in honesty.

Sharing, showing, cracking open their souls.

They fill me with sadness.
The realization of what is true.

Some days I wish that placing my finger on time might keep it from slipping away ...

New friends

Old souls

Who knew?

SPANISH FRIDAY: ¡A La Escuela!

Consejo Canino ...

"No soy desentendido. Lo que pasa es que tengo demasiado pelo. ¡No oigo! ¿Además, por que dejas tus cosas donde sabes que las alcanzo?  Pon atención. Sea una dueña responsable. No te enojes cuando hago lo que me viene natural. Soy perro. Sabes -- Wow-wow."

Canine Advice ...

"I'm not disobedient. The thing is that I have way too much hair. I can't hear! Besides, why do you leave your things where you know that can I reach them.  Pay attention. Be a responsible owner. Don't get angry when I do what comes natural. I'm a dog. You know -- Bow-wow."

MIERCOLES MUDO: Vuela Tiburón

Spooky in Savannah

Stairs down to River Street, Savannah GA

A night of reverie and laughter

Libations and cheer

Brought women together

For a friend, so dear.

Twas late in the evening

Whilst lightning flashed overhead

A night of levity interrupted

by the lure of the dead.

"Follow me to a place down by the river," the man said.

Clothes clinging to bodies

All sticky with sweat

They followed the man

Promised a sight

They might not soon forget.

Through thick air they pressed

Down stairs and an alley

They bantered and frolicked

Half-wary, half-weary

Over cobblestones

Toward a darkness so dreary!

Do you believe in apparitions,

Residual energy

Ripples in time?

I had my thoughts,

How they've changed.

Oh, my.

River Street, Savannah GA. This photo has not been retouched. Shot with iPhone 4.

When first gazing into the cavern

Rumored to have once held grain,
Maybe munitions,
Quite possibly human pain,

A milky darkness screamed mute secrets,

Revealing no names.

River Street, Savannah GA. This photo has not been retouched. Shot with iPhone 4.

I had the chance to visit Savannah for a whirlwind weekend trip for my friend Adriana's 40th birthday last weekend. The evening we went out to celebrate we came across a friend of hers who gives haunted ghost tours. Within minutes of meeting him, we followed him to the place shown in these pictures.

These spaces were illuminated with small fluorescent lightbulbs that cast a drab grey light. Where this green came from I have NO idea. What I can tell you is that none of my other friends' cameras picked up this ghastly green that reminded me of Ghost Hunters.

Left us all feeling a little creeped-out.

What do you think?

Frida Kahlo Montage to Chavela Vargas Singing Paloma Negra

Mexican music legend and ranchera singer Chavela Vargas passed away this week at the age of 93. A free-spirit and bold woman, Vargas lived what can only be described as an artist's life. Her voice will forever conjur up memories for me of coming of age in a Mexican home.

This beautiful montage of Frida Kahlo's paintings and photos of her is set to Vargas singing Paloma Negra, one of my favorite ranchera songs. I hope you enjoy the montage and are moved by the depth and emotion found in both Vargas' voice and Kahlo's work.

Here are two of Mexico's* most talented and beautiful women.

*Chavela Vargas hails from Costa Rica but "adopted" Mexico as her home.

MIERCOLES MUDO: Day Dreaming

The 123, Long Sands Beach, York Beach, ME

Sharing the Sun

Charles River, Boston MA

"On a day like today, she wished to skim sunshine from the water's surface, so that no matter where she went, or what she did, the warmth would be right there with her." :-)

I walked in to this beautiful view and promised myself to appreciate and enjoy every bit of sun we get, because before long, fall and winter will be here.

Hope you have a beautiful weekend and are warmed by the sun, wherever you are.

THROWBACK THURSDAY: A Picture Sets Her Free

A Picture Sets Her Free

by E.G. Languzzi

A moment captured on film moves her.

She sees a happy toddler.
Ask her ... Was she happy?
She'd probably tell you her memories are unreliable, at best.
That at times their intensity blind her.
And that at others, a reluctant spectator peers through streaked glass.

When she sees this picture she sees a family business,
The place where she built walls to protect her from the chaos without,
While creating a prisoner within.
These walls might explain her chemistry.
How she came to be.

This much she knows ...

At least she had two parents
At least she had a home
At least she had siblings
At least she had food
At least she had hopes and dreams
At least she had shoes

When she sees this picture,
She sees a reflection of her past
And a glimpse into her future.

That much is true.