everyday life mosaic

i raised my lens with gentleness this weekend

i entered the doors of everyday life

deep breaths filled me with love

truth wrapped me in it's arms

Christina girl is that you

dreams remain alive

smiles carried me for miles

lay your burdens down- a street corner preacher shouted my way

everyday life danced beneath the sun

hope sealed me

; )

Join mosaic monday and share what you have captured within your lens.

One love~

with chalk in my hand

I have an appointment with my 12 year old daughter, who is equipped with the sweetest of smiles, and a good amount of sidewalk chalk. Now that, just sends me straight to the moon and back! ; )

Happy weekend, my friends.
; )

i still got it!

It's slow around here today. It has been cold and rainy around here for the past two days. I don't really mind though, it's good reading weather. A nice time to enjoy a warm cup of tea, fold clothes straight from the dryer, and go over my daughters paper on, Mary Todd Lincoln.

Earlier I lay on the damp grass, to catch a few photographs. Ya know, to catch the moment the way I see it. Our neighbor (who's in his late 70's) came out of his back door, saw me laying on my grass, and said- "Christina, you are a rare squirrel, but you still got it!"

I swear to you- I laughed so hard, I'm sure the whole neighborhood heard me!! lmao. I dig that.

; )

walk with me

Today was one of those days where I needed to walk with my thoughts; brush against trees that remind me, I am a very small part of this big, beautiful world. Along the way I stopped and got a few balloons, because what is a walk without balloons, right? Wink. ; )

Along my walk there were curves, hills, and dark shadowy parts. Sounds a lot like life, doesn't it. ; ) As I stopped to take photos, I noticed there was the most beautiful sun that peeked through the trees at me. This sun that invited me and my lens in, it sat in the bluest of skies...

Well, I don't want my words to get in the way, so if you don't mind, just walk with me. ; )












Peace~
; )

mosaic thoughts

When no one is looking,
I swallow deserts and clouds
and chew on mountains
knowing they are sweet bones!
When no one is looking
and I want to kiss God,
I just lift my own hand to my mouth.
Hafiz

Are you having a wonderful weekend, my friends? I truly hope so.
This is mosaic # 2 for me. The beautiful, Mary, is hosting the lovely mosaic monday, over at her place.
One love~
; )

a view from millennium

I think it's the John Coltrane and Duke Ellington coming from my ear buds, that are putting me in a sentimental mood ; ) I kind of love that. It's the perfect mood for people watching. Such a glorious view, from Millennium park in Chicago.
Happy Weekend~

pink

As I was cleaning my little heart out today, I thought of you all ; ) I decided to leave this picture for you. A cute bunch, of dark pink, flowers. I bought them from the farmers market this morning. I also scored some old vases and mason jars. Just a hello to say, thank you. You really are the sweetest, bloggy friends, a girl could have. ; )
Peace

urban hope

The other day I was listed as; gifted urban photographer for a local photography job. I was honored and grateful. But, I requested that they change the title to- urban photographer with much hope for her community. And they did. I appreciate that. I love that.
I could hear auntie now. Eh, naw! Look at the short girl, tryen to git on da high horse, making da demands. lmao! No demands, just a request. ; )
One love
; )

higher higher

the hood is buzzing with beauty...

bicycle spokes turn

pigtails blow in the spring breeze

store front preachers preach

bells of ice cream trucks ring

red light green light evenings

hoop dreams are thawed at playgrounds

bbq grills filled wit da jerk

don't cha leave this stoop a mama warns

double dutch ropes hit the concrete

higher higher i request...

just so the kid in us all, can see the balloons float past the sunset.

; )

mosaic morning

The beautiful Mary, is hosting mosaic monday over at her place. Can I just add that Mary and her flowers, take my breath away : ) I'm really not sure what I am doing, but I feel this may be the beginning of beautiful things for me, with these mosaics. ; )

Happy Monday, my friends.

tulips and zion

this morning i ran with you in my dreams

leaving the sheets of my bed to cool themselves

it was the most beautiful thing

holding my hand you lead me through busy streets

your lips moving with stories of Zion

my fears being cleansed by your words of intention

my feet welcomed the tickling of grass

fields of wine colored tulips flowed into cups of gold

we drank from the cups and bathed our souls

damp with humbleness we allowed the sun to dry us

you leave me full with tulip stained fingertips

love

and Zion
; )

the way i saw it

On the way home last night, I walked along the river. I saw it in black and white. The water had small ripples in it, that were an onyx color. The reflections even danced, a dance of their own. I had to bring it back and share it with you- just the way I saw it.
Peace
; )

a visit would be lovely...

over at SE'LAH's Necessary Room blog. SE'LAH was kind enough to ask me to guest blog, over at her place.
It would mean the world to me, if you stopped by and said hello.
I found a connection in my photo, to the four. They just blow me away ; )
“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.” (leonard cohen)

: )
Peace

beautiful simple things

There is something magical about seeing paper weights in a art museum. It lets me know that someone took the time to find beauty, in the smallest of things. A paper weight...
I happen to adore paper weights. I only have 3 of them, but my daughter added one to my little collection, for mothers day. I am fascinated by all the intricate work inside of it. Simple and beautiful.
Photo taken at the chicago art institute~
Happy Tuesday!

haiku

train dancing amongst rain
her medallion Jesus plated in gold
His reflection her sunlight

My entry for the haiku festival, over at Tracy's place.

Thank you again, Tracy. : )

Happy Monday, my friends.

i send you love

As I woke up this morning, I immediately thought of my grandmother.

I miss her, I adore her.

What I wouldn't give to feel her turn my collar up, and send me off to school...

to solve all my problems with a piece of penny candy ; )

sit by my side and praise da most high

I send her love

I send you love

Happy Mother's day!

blurred but i see the love

I'm a bit tired and blurred. Can blurred be a feeling? I think so. Yes, I will go with blurred, today. ; )

I have been playing busy,mom, this week, umm... and artist. I have been getting my son and daughter to their appointments. Baby girl, needs braces. Okay. Grandmama couldn't afford it for me, but we will cut back and afford them for her. Overtime, extra prayers or whatever it takes. ; )

Shout out to my husband, who had a complete physical, including colon, cancer screening. I positively adore you for taking the measures to get the screening done on your own, and inspiring your friends to do the same. What a gift.
One love.

As a mothers day gift to myself, today is my turn. Full exam, breasts and all. Yes, the girls are going to brave the machine. Big up to life!

Ah yes, the artist part. The art fair... not getting much done. I need bags, things to place my photographs in. I have no idea what to set my prices at. I do know, that I am officially going to be brave, and use my pro #, for a pro lab to print my photographs. Say huh? Yep! I'm a bit lost, with getting my stuff situated. I look forward to finding my way. ; )
i love it!
i will walk toward, what i am unsure of.
take it all in
learn along the way
be grateful for the experience

I was supposed to be working yesterday. I didn't get much done. I took a seriously, out of focus picture, of a bush. Mmmhmm, a bush. ; ) I see the love in it though. It's filled with heart, or rather, hearts. I just wanted to define and share the love I see with you, today.

Peace

at the days end

catching the first train home

the young men serenading the girls with game, as they round the corner

the sun bursting, red, through my lens

laughter of children

the bounce of a low rider

peace

a "come tell me bout ya day, baby."

patience

the sweetest of a soul sister that puts the twinkles, in my night time stars

the fresh air of spring on my pillow

eh, naw

i'm grateful

one love


; )

the beholder and all that

I must admit, I find solace in sitting in a coffee shop by myself, working the morning away. I always choose a seat by the window. The window allows me to dream a bit more, than usual. ; ) I love to people watch, it warms me. The one thing I have never imagined, is that I might be on the other side of that. Never imagined that people watchers, may watch me. I know, right! ; )

On Sunday, I was working on a few photographs. The cutest elderly couple approached me and started speaking amongst themselves, about one of my photographs. Adorable, they were! ; )

"I don't see it!"

"Well, I see it clearly!"

They smiled and walked away.

Then a potter came over, and visited with me.

He asked if I was interested in doing a bit of, art bartering. Uhem... absolutely.

I adored the friendly smiles, that were shared with me Sunday.

As my morning ended, I was invited to be part of an art show. My first ever. I am over the moon.

There was a part on the application, that asked what my media was.------------

I shakily, but bravely wrote----- photographer.

Happy Monday!

; )

meet me at sundown because i love you

There is something about looking into the faces, of those you love.
I wrapped myself in the light; the time we spent together, last night.
Family.
There was a point when I was shooting, where I lowered my camera to gently breath.
to be present in the moment
stand in the sand and be thankful for the day...
my cousin
his wife
their son
his father,David
life
the sun setting a glow across our faces
the love

Peace
; )

may petals a golden compass

i have come to realize i don't own anything in yellow
yellow is a brilliant color
a warming color
i glow neon when i wear the color yellow
so i keep it at bay
may is yellow for me
the petals of a flower
the stripe in my sons tam
hello jamaica
the bite of a lemon after a sexy shot of tequilla or is that lime?
a breeze that blows my daughters hair ribbon
the warmth of the sun
the sway of the kitchen curtains as Gladys Knight sings through my radio
the hills of tuscany
yellow is the fresh taste in my bundt cake
i do have a Hafiz book of poetry, that is trimmed in a gold colored paper
i think that counts
"He spins and whirls like a golden compass, beyond all that is rational."
Hafiz

Enjoy the first day of May.
; )