One of the numerous vendors located on Olvera Street. The rows of turquoise fascinated me.
Four people in New York, Los Angeles, and Germany. Stopping, noticing, sharing - one photo/four people/every day. (For now we are just three, but hopefully four again soon.)
Friday, June 1, 2012
Handwriting on the Wall
Each year my mother made her own very special Christmas cards - crocheted snowflakes, little felt banners proclaiming "Joy" or "Love," tiny handmade wreaths of yarn or fabric scraps. I have a few of them still. But the thing I really love is the part that should have been thrown away - the card she attached that has "Merry Christmas" stamped on the front and her handwriting inside. I keep it pinned to the wall in my studio.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Sweet Tooth
I came home to find these on the kitchen butcher block; my husband told me he went to the store and thought maybe I could make one of these.....
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Message
While passing an office in the building where I work, I saw this message on a rock sitting on top of a file cabinet and remembered how a while back I posted the same message that I noticed on a garden flag; I'm taking it as an omen; Enjoy Life.
No Secret Message
Today, the secret message was on the ground, so I figured it was fair game. Alas, Jason was correct - just a graduation prop.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Head Board
Although I sleep under this daily I forget to really notice my own bed's head board; the smooth swirly strong metal that has provided some much needed aid at times when it was difficult to get out of bed on my own. Sometimes you find gratitude in the small even inanimate things.
Horseshoe crab in the train tunnel
a dead horseshoe crab
laying in an underground tunnel at the train station
in Douglaston, Queens.
Someone must have tried to bring the poor crab home
and then realized it had died
The tunnel smelled the beach at low tide.
Sad.
Labels:
beach,
horseshoe crab,
low tide,
NYC,
queens,
real life,
train tunnel
Secret Message
A little piece of note paper, rolled and tied with a ribbon . . . . Why is it there? Who is it for? What does it say?
I want it. I want that secret message. I want to be a part of it.
I left it there.
I want it. I want that secret message. I want to be a part of it.
I left it there.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Blocks
I first noticed this stack of blocks on my bed and thought how cute that my grandson had built it there and then I took a photo of it and then really noticed how badly I let things pile up on my dresser in the back ground; yikes!
Sunday, May 27, 2012
NYPD
We had to go to the NYPD Precinct #34 station house today
to pick up a copy of an accident report.
(It hadn't been filed, yet.)
The place was pretty hardcore.
Too hardcore for me.
Labels:
accident report,
NYC,
NYPD,
precinct #34,
real life,
station house
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Garbage Can with Measles
They might have thought they were making the garbage can
look cute
when they painted it with polka dots.
I think it just makes it look like
it has measles.
Friday, May 25, 2012
The Orange House
As if the color of this house wasn't enough to stop you in your tracks, now we have this lovely sign to go with it.
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