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Tina’s Cowboy Hat Challenge

Posted in My Photos on March 27, 2009 by boychick1

OK – it’s Tina’s cowboy hat challenge. Only I don’t have a hat …apparently because I don’t have a head – well I certainly have lost my head before for a pretty woman. But I do have some kick ass cowboy boots!

Sunday rambles…

Posted in My Photos, Personal ramblings on June 8, 2008 by boychick1

Slowly she wakes but I feel very peaceful this morning – amazing what a day off will do. (yesterday was the first day I’ve taken off in over 12 weeks) Having said that, I do realize I need more and will plan to take a week off around the 4th – I won’t have classes that week as I have no access to the building I use.

Storms have been rolling through mid-Michigan. Strong winds, funnel clouds, heavy rains. When I headed over to the bakery this morning I saw many large limbs and trees down in the neighborhood-I am grateful to not have any damage. I sit in a very small house surrounded by trees that are hundreds of years old and hope they are strong and firmly rooted.

Listening to Natalia Zukerman’s cd “Only One” – one really does need to give her music a listen. Lovely, smart lyrics with many layers of meaning and fantastic guitar skills. Finishing up the coffee and having an apple turnover.

Well why not?! Quantum health has not arrived yet and until then let the shiraz flow, let the pantry be full of asiago cheese bread, as well as cinnamon spice bread (great for grilled cheese with cheddar and sliced apples). I am wondering how I will ever live without bread or sugar for 21 days…the other things don’t worry me in the least. A month without dead cows or birds? Not a problem, fine by me.

I can’t imagine a day, a week, 21 DAYS without bread?!!! (maybe I’ll cancel my order)

Seems I will not be going out as I had hoped, as _______ will be in Europe for over seven weeks. That or it’s a nice way of telling me “no thanks”. The thrill of an interest was a welcome change. Time travels on.

Have spent the last two evenings carving linoleum blocks, it did bring back memories of art class and it brought to mind how I have always been happiest making art (or at least attempting to do so). Considering returning to school for my M.F.A. or perhaps pursue as associates degree in photography from the community college. The discipline of attendance to classes will keep me on track whereas left to my own devices well I wander (and often not in a progressive direction). But I am responding to my callings and missing as little as possible.

I don’t want to say “I missed my calling, I should’ve, why didn’t I?…” Rather I am learning to say “no” and perhaps even harder to say “YES” to those things I do wish to pursue.

Where was I? ah the block prints, they are going to be stamped into some clay at the studio this week in preparation for decorative tiles. (I’ll take a photograph of them later or of the finished product).

Now before it gets too humid, oh it may already be but regardless she walks the dogs, she gathers her gym clothes for the gym, she returns to eat lunch…three classes this afternoon.

The work resumes, the day is calling, my head is full of beautiful music sung by lovely women – time to slowly go, ease into my day.

Hope yours is equally peaceful-
janet

Sunday rambles…

Posted in My Photos, Personal ramblings on June 8, 2008 by boychick1

Slowly she wakes but I feel very peaceful this morning – amazing what a day off will do. (yesterday was the first day I’ve taken off in over 12 weeks) Having said that, I do realize I need more and will plan to take a week off around the 4th – I won’t have classes that week as I have no access to the building I use.

Storms have been rolling through mid-Michigan. Strong winds, funnel clouds, heavy rains. When I headed over to the bakery this morning I saw many large limbs and trees down in the neighborhood-I am grateful to not have any damage. I sit in a very small house surrounded by trees that are hundreds of years old and hope they are strong and firmly rooted.

Listening to Natalia Zukerman’s cd “Only One” – one really does need to give her music a listen. Lovely, smart lyrics with many layers of meaning and fantastic guitar skills. Finishing up the coffee and having an apple turnover.

Well why not?! Quantum health has not arrived yet and until then let the shiraz flow, let the pantry be full of asiago cheese bread, as well as cinnamon spice bread (great for grilled cheese with cheddar and sliced apples). I am wondering how I will ever live without bread or sugar for 21 days…the other things don’t worry me in the least. A month without dead cows or birds? Not a problem, fine by me.

I can’t imagine a day, a week, 21 DAYS without bread?!!! (maybe I’ll cancel my order)

Seems I will not be going out as I had hoped, as _______ will be in Europe for over seven weeks. That or it’s a nice way of telling me “no thanks”. The thrill of an interest was a welcome change. Time travels on.

Have spent the last two evenings carving linoleum blocks, it did bring back memories of art class and it brought to mind how I have always been happiest making art (or at least attempting to do so). Considering returning to school for my M.F.A. or perhaps pursue as associates degree in photography from the community college. The discipline of attendance to classes will keep me on track whereas left to my own devices well I wander (and often not in a progressive direction). But I am responding to my callings and missing as little as possible.

I don’t want to say “I missed my calling, I should’ve, why didn’t I?…” Rather I am learning to say “no” and perhaps even harder to say “YES” to those things I do wish to pursue.

Where was I? ah the block prints, they are going to be stamped into some clay at the studio this week in preparation for decorative tiles. (I’ll take a photograph of them later or of the finished product).

Now before it gets too humid, oh it may already be but regardless she walks the dogs, she gathers her gym clothes for the gym, she returns to eat lunch…three classes this afternoon.

The work resumes, the day is calling, my head is full of beautiful music sung by lovely women – time to slowly go, ease into my day.

Hope yours is equally peaceful-
janet

Faded dreams…

Posted in My Photos on June 8, 2008 by boychick1

“Faded Dreams” -photograph by janet smith

Dogs, dogs, dogs not blogs…

Posted in Dog Training, My Photos, Personal ramblings on June 5, 2008 by boychick1

It’s just dogs, dogs, DOGS today! Very busy and no time for blogs, reading or writing or replying to comments. Mea culpa, hopefully later or tomorrow.

In the meantime “Nailing Jello To The Wall” and “Dorothy Surrenders” wrote some really lovely pieces on Hillary’s campaign and I suggest you do read them.

Ain’t my dog handsome — yes he can be that serious, solicitors best not knock on the door.

xo-
janet

The Peace Of Wild Things…

Posted in My Photos, On Poetry on May 10, 2008 by boychick1


The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

— Wendell Berry

An Invitation

Posted in My Photos, On Poetry on May 6, 2008 by boychick1

Invitation by Mary Oliver

Oh do you have time
to linger
for just a little while
out of your busy

and very important day
for the goldfinches
that have gathered
in a field of thistles

for a musical battle
to see who can sing
the highest note,
or the lowest,

of the most expressive of mirth,
or the most tender?
Their strong, blunt beaks
drink the air

as they strive
melodiously
not for your sake
and not for mine

and not for the sake of winning
but for the sheer delight and gratitude-
believe us, they say,
it is a serious thing

just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in this broken world.
I beg of you,

do not walk by
without pausing
to attend to this
rather ridiculous performance.

It could mean something.
It could mean everything.
It could by what Rilke meant, when he wrote:
You must change your life.