Sunday, November 3, 2013

Santa Cruz - Cliffside

Recently went with the family down to the beach to watch the ocean and relax before dinner. The cliffs up above the water are so tranquil, but with three boys trying to get as near the edge as possible it can be difficult to relax, so we hiked down the mountainside to the waters edge, the boys let off a little steam and I relaxed a bit. The sun was sinking slowly behind the cliff side and silhouettes were kind of awesome.
Expelling energy
Can I get closer?
Cliffside viewing (at least sixty feet up) 
Pelicans over water
Greg on a cliff over the ocean
Not sure what famous surfer this is, but will find out soon!

Saturday, October 19, 2013


Because both Halloween &&& my birthday are coming up, I am paying tribute to both Sylvia Ji (my upper back tattoo is a painting of hers) and Dia De Los Muertos. The face painting was practice... and while it was my first attempt at this type of face painting it was much harder then I thought it would be. I was using just the regular makeup that I have and not special effect make-up, which would have worked better I'm sure. So I grabbed my camera, the lighting was off, but I kind of like the dreamy quality that these photos have. Happy Halloween!!!

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Settling in

We are in our new place now, boxes everywhere, paper everywhere (seven trash bags full of paper went to the curb today)! But a few things that have caught my eye and made me happy (aside from our awesome view & home):

Wild raspberry bushes lining the roads up to our house and seeing a young girl picking them after school-

A teenager riding a unicycle down the hill (a very tall one) this photo isn't the one I saw, just an example of the kind I saw-

The amazing beauty of the redwoods all around cool-

More to come..

Saturday, August 10, 2013


I've been ignoring my blog for the most part and my website for that matter... but for now I will excuse myself and look forward to revamping in the near future. Right now my mind is on preparing for our cross country move. While its not new for us to be moving on, it is bittersweet....we are leaving many dear friends I won't say goodbye, just see you later! 
Some other things I will really miss...

So many beautiful memories... Many captured perfectly.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Men in Beards (YAY!)

I do love a man in a beard....
IF he can carry off the look. While only a few with sparse patchy facial hair can wear the unshaven look, some do manage to rock it. However... I personally love the guy that can grow a powerful manly beard, but please... keep it neat and in it's proper place!
Here are some beautiful bearded guys....ENJOY!
Wild man beard, yes!

Ewan- baby face with a beard

Liam- The esteemed beard

Beckham- The Athlete-  shaves beard into interesting shapes & often

Crying beard guy, a must

Jude Law- can grow every style (in one day)

Fiennes- What? I have a beard you say
Rhys myers- beautiful hipster beard
Alex P- Sparse, but knows how

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Sad Happenings

I was thinking about the verdict in the Steubenville rape trial, while I think justice was partially served, I still feel these teenagers got off easy. Photos, witnesses...I mean what does it take to prove that this poor girl was taken advantage of? The sad thing about this whole story is this type of thing has gone on for decades, centuries even, with many of these rapists never paying for what they have done, simply walking away, no proof to convict them except some broken girl's word that will not hold up in court. I have often thought about girls I have known that went through things like this. In high school, I remember my brother telling me about a girl who was in my class in eighth grade, her freshman year at some party, she passed out, some guys dragged her up to bedroom and my brother said the line for taking turns was down the hall and spilled onto the stairs. This fifteen year old girl was being brutalized while a party was going on downstairs. I remember sitting across from her in science and thinking of how beautiful and sparkly her eyes were, she moved away after that happened, her whole life changed and her family's solution, rather than try for justice, was to run from the scourge. I couldn't help but cry thinking that something like that must have extinguished that beautiful light in her eyes. Also, the issue is the person who sees, and knows they should do something, but chooses to walk away, turn a blind eye. I think that person is just as guilty and should be held accountable in some respect. Another girl in high school passed out a party and she wasn't raped...but some jerks decided to put a hot dog inside her, and then to see how many they could fit... from then on, when she would walk down the halls, people would whisper, weinerdog, or want some ketchup? I wasn't at that party, but the fact that everyone in the school knew what had happened to her, was astounding.  I always wondered who the assholes were that actually did that to her? Why weren't they being whispered about and called freaks or sickos? They ruined her last two years of high school, not to mention the emotional damage that may have taken years, if ever.. to recover from.
Last year when my father died, at his funeral I turned around after hugging my family and having a good cry and I was shocked to look into the face of ##### who when I was sixteen, had come into my bedroom, drunk, and pushed me down on the bed, his one hand holding me down by the face while the other pulled at my overalls, ripping at my bra and shirt, one knee jammed into my stomach. ##### was one of my brother's football buddies, I was fighting back, shocked. I couldn't imagine what he was thinking, I was his friend's sister, I reached up and scratched his face, trying to get free, his hand tightened around my chin, sliding to my neck, then suddenly, he was pulled back off of me.  I saw my brother's best friend holding him against the wall, by his neck, he roared "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU ASSHOLE, THAT'S JOHN'S SISTER!!" This jerk #####, said, "Man, I didn't know she was John's sister!" Scott threw him out the door, and asked if I was OK, he was fuming mad, I could see the rage in his face. He said, "I'm sorry." and walked out. I sat there thinking, what if I wasn't John's sister, would Scott have turned a blind eye? Later, when I told John what happened, he shook his head and said, I'll pay him back for that. A few weeks later, John came up to me laughing and told me that he slept with #####'s sister.  I said "What??? How does that provide me justice?" John said, "He never actually raped you."
At the funeral, I looked ##### in the eye, he was with his wife, his two children, I shot him a look that said, I know who you are, what you are capable of. I wasn't hurt, but it could have been a very different  outcome if Scott had not been there to help me.
I think the truly awful part about this, is the photos that were taken and posted online.  Clearly the girl is unconscious and completely limp, and being taken to her captor's lair. This type of abuse has entire websites devoted to this sort of thing, drunk girls, passed out girls, even girls being ravaged while passed out. It's disgusting, and it's numbing the minds of many of the young men that are coming of age. 

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Love in the Time of Cholera

 Gabriel Garcia Marquez is one of my favorite writers. I've read all of his translated books, never twice...for fear of ruining my sweet memories of how they made me dream about the future. I loved the magic he could bring to so many different characters over such long periods of time. I think it must be quite a challenge to make his books into movies, having said that... Last night I watched the movie adaptation of  Love in the Time of Cholera starring Javier Bardem (who is an awesome actor) and a beautiful Italian actress named Giovanna Mezzogiorno... Liev Schreiber, John Leguizamo and Benjamin Bratt were also starring. I wished they had a truly Latin American cast, it would have been much better I think. The movie had it moments, but in the end it just seemed like the main character was a horny guy waiting to have sex with the one woman who he couldn't have, the magic of the book was lost completely. I hope it wouldn't sway a person from actually reading the book after seeing the movie... beautiful novel, not so great movie adaptation. I am happy that Marquez has never sold the rights to One Hundred years of Solitude, another of my all time favorites. I remember seeing (1990/91?) a Spanish movie Erendira an adaptation of The Incredible and sad tale of Innocent Erendira and her Heartless Grandmother. The movie had heart and managed to capture some of the Marquez magic, it  was very raw and thought provoking (at least to at the age of 20ish it was)! I wished Love in the Time of Cholera had possessed some of that same feel.

Monday, January 28, 2013

NYC- random visits

I go into NYC about once a week, mostly with my family, sometimes on my own. I have some friends who have never had a chance to visit...  so this post is for them. Just hoping to capture the feeling of walking around the city, not the landmarks that anyone can see on TV or online. So, here are some of my walking about photos.
view before entering NYC through the Lincoln Tunnel
Driving in the Lincoln Tunnel
Light fixture on a building
Columbus park (that is christopher)
Times Square (iphone photo)
Construction of Freedom Tower
Rock Center Atlas
In chelsea
Quick shot inside a beautiful church
Water source
Water, these are everywhere on NYC rooftops
occupy wall street
taped mouth
 top of the Flat Iron building 
old cemetery in NYC
architecture of the city
can't be sure, but I think this guy is getting mugged or punched
fire escapes abound
cool door
near chelsea, brick roads & taxis
central park