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Friday, February 19, 2010

Memphis


Memphis

Rarely do I post 2 pictures in a day...though after being undecided as whether to post one of my Beale Street favorites and the most outrageous view I saw, I decided to go with both. Memphis was unusual, nice people, full of great food though the work was stressful.

Wednesday morning greeted me with a roach in my bathroom, and NO I do not stay at Roach Motels...that should have been a clue as to how the day would go...and in hindsight...it was.

The first picture is one of the Bar buildings on Beale Street...perhaps a want to be New Orleans, though empty at 5 pm. The second is a toilet seat...yes, that is correct a toilet seat in the shape of a guitar...what will they think of next?

Next week is Baltimore, and the following week I will be dining with my Son for my Birthday...priceless...I wonder if I will journey back to Eastern State...I will see.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

A Fourplex

Fourplex

There are days that I feel as if I am more than one person, and in actuality that probably is true. I am attempting to whittle down my personalities to one...though would be quite satisfied if I could achieve and stick with two.

This is a picture I took using Photo Booth on my Mac. It is the feature which sold me on the Mac, when my Son brought his by...and photographed me with each of my pugs...the Andy Warhol look hooked me immediately...along with the moments of laughter with Matt...good times....!!!




Saturday, January 24, 2009

Matthew Thomas

Matthew Thomas
I was lucky enough today to receive a call from my lovely Son. He is in Philly, making strides to come home to California. This is a watercolor that I painted just over 3 years ago, it represents his orange hair, love of soccer, and shoulder injury he incurred in a car accident. He is my first child, and a gift that I explained to him today was one of my life's best moments...he thanked me...which meant to me that he was listening.
It is hard to have him so far away, though that is balanced by the pride I have that he has grown into his own, and is successfully making his way in the World...all in all, a Mother's dream fulfilled...I love you Mogy...