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A different view

Could have been a farmer’s wife,
moved a simple mile from my parent’s home,
watched those green fields forever
I was an artist’s wife,
the muse without a thing to call my own,
placed on a shelf with all the other pretty things
Now I am me – growing in the bright blue New Mexico sky.
Now I am a partner – not just a wife.
Now I am a mother – marveling at the children whom I birthed.
Now I have my own vision.
And I’m nurturing it in the bright blue New Mexico sky.
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Contemplating Photography

I’ve been pondering my love affair with photography recently. I feel like I lost my way a bit – am I taking that photo because I think someone else will love it (ie. I can sell it) or because I love it? Sadly, it seems the answer has more often than not be the former instead of the latter. And it’s so telling when I go through the images later.
Part of this realization has been because I’ve been going through my photography archives, archiving, adding keywords, getting rid of the chaff – and I find myself loving my old work so much more than the 2009 stuff. And the old stuff is more photoshop-centric, creating surreal tableaus, bending and blending images into what I see in my head.
This image is from my trip to Artfest 2007. Two of my favorite images from that trip blended to capture how that trip made me feel.
Free
reaching
seeking
flexing
and
finding my true self
my inner voice
my interior visions
being brought into the light
that was a great trip
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Quiet at 2am
quiet at 2am
the whir of the fan
house sighs
cats paws on tile floors
bliss
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not silenced
you cannot silence me
not with your sneer
not with your force
definitely not with your wit
cover my mouth
I will scratch out my missives to the world
bind my hands
my eyes can still sing my story
you cannot silence me
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Fireworks
when we met I thought you were fireworks
dazzling
intense
fleeting
a single moment in the story of my life
but you are the sun
warm
constant
strong
you burned away my mourning clothes
and fill my days with golden light





