I came from wildfire and earthquake country. I can't begin to fathom hurricanes. But this……. I see the pictures, but imagining the truth is hard. I cannot wrap my mind around it, the destruction is so great. So immense. Amy has a really great entry on what is happening and links to more information. My heart is reeling.

Self-portrait tuesday started by the awesome red current. She has a sweet wedding photo up for this week. I did a little series of these photos when I was sad, which is when I take most of my self-portraits. (That's weird.) But what I really like about this photo is my hair. After I shaved my head I sort of let my hair take over. I just let it do really whatever it liked. And it was wild and willing to comply. The time this photo was taken it was soft and fuzzy and just getting a little bit of shape. I have a crazy spiral in the back off to the side and I think that is where the wildness comes from. So here you go, crazy hair and sad eyes:

One of the things I love most about California are the fields. The repetition of color and line. From a very early age would fly from my mother’s house to my father’s house (divorced when I was one) and I loved looking out over the valley and the patchwork of colors. Watching the earth rush past so slowly from the high vantage point.
I also loved when I would drive with my dad from the coast to the valley and watch the trees line up in the orchard out of the car window. How if you looked one way the trees looked like they would go on forever and then if you looked another way the space would shift down another lane. He would quiz me about what was planted in each of the fields and then explain why. Explain how the farmers watered such large fields. Explain why they would change what was being grown. I loved it. It was peaceful - the smells and sights of agriculture.

This is from a trip to California with the Boy. Look at how the field seems like it could go on forever.

So those amazing girls over at port2port are taking a vacation this week (but a work vacation not a fun vacation, not like the lucky Johanna!). But they started the ‘bring your pet to blog’ and I am getting sucked in. I am turning into one of those ladies that take millions of photos of their cat. Which is even more distressing because I would not call myself a cat person. I always wanted to get a dog (but the apartments in New York are way too small). The Boy on the other hand has a soft spot for cats. And now I love her, she is the sweetest thing in the world, plus she is beautiful.

Recently she has taken to chilling in the bathroom sink. I guess it is cool, and she can just curl up in the bowl, but I yesterday morning she was just laying in the sink and I had the work camera so I took some photos. She is a little photo whore. I think she understood what I was doing so she posed for me! No really she kept on tilting her head giving me coy eyes. She knows what the camera is and she works it!

Our building is pre-war so that means a funky bathroom. Over the years, the super has fixed things in the bathroom and replaced the original tiles with white ones. The originals are these swirly green tiles. Now I love green (hello green girl) but my problem is that the replacements are so haphazard. So the bathroom is half green swirl and half white, but with no rhyme or reason. Not until I took a look at this photo did I begin to soften to the old tiles. They match Trixie’s eye perfectly. Take a look:

Also does anyone have any tricks for getting warm water, when you have a separate hot and cold facets?

I have been thinking for a while how that for an art site, by blog doesn't have lots of pictures. mav called me on it yesterday, so here we go. More photos. More pictures of my stuff, even if it is half finished. I have two in progress robots, and another two robots that are just piles of fabric. My main problem is that I don't have a digital camera (work does though and I borrow it all the time - hence the photo above). I know in this day and age, but I could never get around to getting one. I love my camera, and the Holga is amazing. I love proper film, but the digital takes great things as well. My excuse for the Holga is that I got some pictures printed and they were crap. I know that I can do a better job, but I just need to go down and print them at ABC No Rio. I haven't been in a dark room for like ten years and I am a little nervous (maybe a lot). But it has been on my mind! I am trying to remember how it goes, printing. Plus I have to get supplies and I am more than poor right now, so I am saving up for paper and the like. I want to print over full frame, so I need to file out a negative holder. See how many excuses I have! Baby steps and everything, but I will do it. I look at the envelope of negatives everyday. I promise I will make an effort to get all my supplies so I don't have anything else standing in my way (besides myself of course). The photo above was taken with a digital photo. There is this amazing building on Thirteenth Street and this wild flowing plant grows all over it. Its like a secret building, I feel like one day you'll have to crawl under to get to the door, like the prince in sleeping beauty. Very magical. **Hey aiko did you get a job?**