superhero thighs

My jeans don't fit as well as they used too, but I'm not discouraged. I've decided that instead of wearing uncomfortably tight pants, I'm going to explore the realm of dresses while I get my thighs back in check.

This seems like a modern day, practical version of a superhero cape.

It's so easy to wear demin & tees...this has been the foundation of my wardrobe for many years. Perhaps my thighs have signaled a time for change.

I'll simply embrace my femininity, choose cute over practical (tricky!) and let the adventures begin.

excuse me, I must now go rescue a kitten from a tree. (don't look up!)

oily heart break

The gulf oil spill supremely annoys & saddens me.

My higher self urges me to stay positive and visualize healing that deep ocean wound. but my 'human'-ness feels really sad about this...and angry too. But mostly a deep sadness - one akin to heart break - but worse.

This isn't just my pain, it's the pain of humanity. And humanity has allowed this to happen. We're all responsible. As long as we support the ways of doing things that get us in trouble, we're as responsible for the mess as BP or whoever else is doing the drilling or digging.

The annoyance part comes from my own impatience and feelings of helplessness. Why aren't we over this way of being already? Oil spills and their ecologically devastating counterparts seem so 1970's. And this mess is SO BIG, and yet it feels as though we're all collectively stunned into fixing it. STUNNED.

Shift NEEDS to happen. and quick.

I just want to know what I can do.

image courtesy of Tooth Paste for Dinner

Fotos for Dali – a found story, by me

Hopping a bus from San Pedro, Bolivia, Robin and I journey to meet our guide and four travel companions for a multiday tour of the Salar de Uyuni: the world's most extended salt flat. I hug my camera - my raison d'être - close to me, feeling its rugged, protective case slung around my neck. I’ve heard about these landscapes…a photog’s fantasy.

Enroute our group explores an oasis - a desert landscape with thousands of cacti – in the midst of the salt flat. Alpaca, llamas, desert foxes and vizcachas observe us from a distance

We arrive to find the remains of an ancient sea veiled by water from the recent rainy season, creating a beautiful illusion of infinity; the waters reflections make blues and whites merge together, awakening a surrealist mirror of sky, clouds, and distant mountains that could have been painted by Salvador Dali. Click, click, goes my camera...

Surrendering into our altitude induced giddiness; the six of us dance around the salt flats and take ridiculous pictures. Our visual senses are continuously tickled with awe, as visions of white, red and blue lakes with flamingoes flash before our eyes. Click. Click.

The drive back to our starting point takes us through an electrical storm. Click.Click. It’s been a good few days of traveling.

(a tribute to robin kochorek, in memory)