Monday, September 5, 2016

Party Hats and Garden Wisdom


 'everything is funny if you can laugh at it...'
 'fall in love, stay in love...'
'there are always flowers...' 
'work is the cure...' 
'nothing is ever too small...'
'things are always better in the morning...'
'it's no use going back to yesterday...'
 'fantasy love is much better...'
 'just go blindly to it...'
 'everyone remembers something...'
 'begin at the beginning...'
 'suffer each other...'
'your heart is the map...'





(I created this series with cabinet portraits I found in different antique shops around Chicago and used different plants and flowers from my garden to create their "hats".  I hope you enjoy the wisdom they impart along with their wonderfully somber expressions which I found so unusual compared to the relentlessly "happy" photos people post of themselves today... :))

Friday, June 24, 2016

searching for the old me

When I was younger I believed, that I could win.
Now I wonder.
There was a time when you and I, walked hand & hand.
Now I wonder.
 i keep on searching for the old me, I keep on thinking I can change
I keep on hoping for a new day, will I ever feel the same?
Now I wonder.
Oh I wonder.
Now I wonder.
--cris isaak

Saturday, April 9, 2016

things to know

hope is the hardest love we carry-- Jane Hirshfield
in difficult times, carry something beautiful in your heart--Blaise Pascal
misery is wasted on the miserable--Louis C. K.

Saturday, March 26, 2016

ways of rebelling

 who needs to be at peace with the world? It helps to be between wars to
 die a few times each day to understand your father's sky, as you take it apart
 piece by piece and can't feel anything, can't feel the tree growing under
 your feet, the eyes poking night only to find another night to compare it to.
 Whoever heard of turning pain into hummingbirds or redbirds--
 haven't we grown? What does it mean to be older? Maybe a house with-
 out doors can still survive a storm. Maybe I can't find the proper way to
 rebel or dammit, I can't leave. I want to but you grow inside of me. And
 as I watch you, before I know it, I'm too full, too heavy with you to move.
 Maybe that's what they meant when they said you shouldn't love a country
too much.--Ways Of Rebelling by Nathalie Handalphotos: Nasugbu, Philippines

Sunday, February 14, 2016

what survives

 who says that all must vanish
 who knows, perhaps the flight
 of the bird you wound remains
 and perhaps flowers survive caresses in the ground
 it isn't the gesture that lasts
 but it dresses you again in gold
 armor--from breast to knees--
 and the battle was so pure
 an Angel wears it after you...

-What Survives by Rainer Maria Rilke; photos: scenes from US Route 20