
:: rasha, the second ::



:: animal rescue machine ::

:: goodbye, untrained smiles. sigh. ::

:: crazy eyes, above and below ::


:: caterpillar ::


we are here! so busy right now ...
:: listening {to the decemberists, of course, but also to kd lang, the pixies, and lucinda williams, elizabeth mitchell, and books on tape},
:: watching {my babies going in and out of focus, so fast are they growing},
:: painting {our faces, hair, bodies, and sometimes paper},
:: reading {new work by jack gilbert, old work from my favorite genre--18th and 19th century brit lit, michael chabon, annie dillard, e.b. white}
:: hoping {for the best}
:: contemplating {all the possible life changes, e.g., where in the world to live out our next years?},
:: admiring {the art of carson ellis}
:: marveling {that spring comes again}
... and generally keeping the beasts at bay, brushing off bad moods, ushering in the beach winds of summer, snatching bits of happiness and, you know, torturing caterpillars.