Around the New House by Joe Joe

I'm feeling more comfortable in our new Texas home. One thing that makes me happy is taking pictures.

[caption id="attachment_2673" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="This is what I see when Mom is working and I crawl under her desk to bite her toe."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_2674" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Lily's sippy cup is empty. Mooommy!"][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_2675" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Mommy doesn't know this but she puts her hand on her face when she is thinking."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_2676" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="I dragged the rocking chair into the family room from Mommy & Daddy's room. I was bored."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_2677" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="I like my dune buggy."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_2678" align="alignnone" width="225" caption="My feet are getting bigger."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_2680" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Daddy thought he would be a big ball of blur in this photo. Hee hee."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_2681" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Mom told me to stay away from this, so naturally I am taking a close-up photo."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_2682" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Mom put this in the family room, then freaked out one day and put it in the back yard."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_2683" align="alignnone" width="225" caption="Mom said she used to think I had six toes. She's nuts."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_2684" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="My sister Lily likes it when I flash the camera in her face."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_2685" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="That's it for now. Bye bye."][/caption]

Joe the "Artist"

Usually when our two year old son Joseph awakens before me he comes into our bedroom and gently rouses me in the subtle, patient manner of a two year old. But he doesn't do this every time, apparently. I just uploaded a batch of photos to my computer and was treated to an unexpected grouping that consisted of mostly pure black shots and a few curious spectacles.

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[caption id="attachment_1173" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Cue the Jaws theme as Joe approaches our bedroom..."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1176" align="alignnone" width="225" caption="Oh dear God, is this me? Please tell me that's not me..."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1175" align="alignnone" width="225" caption="Whew! Okay, it appears to be Joe's foot. Much less creepy than a sleeping Heather shot. I have no clue how he did this since our camera requires a half-depression of the button to get the shot into focus before snapping the shot."][/caption]

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In other news...

[caption id="attachment_1177" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Joe got really good at washing his hands."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1178" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Dennis took this shot of Lily sleeping like a baby."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_1179" align="alignnone" width="225" caption="Two seconds after this Lily stood up, causing me to fling the camera across the room onto the bed and spring towards her. Thankfully I got hold of myself (in spite of myself) before scaring the snap out of her and causing her to fall."][/caption]

Happy Hump Day. All you fly mothers, get on out there and dance. Dance I said, DANCE! :D

Robb North Photography

I find Robb North's work gripping. Something about it just speaks to me. I happened across is the other day when searching for a photo to exemplify the way I was feeling when unable to post something meaningful. Here are three examples. There are many more to be seen in the Robb North Flickr photo stream. Strolling through his photos and the accompanying words is inspiring. They're the perfect brain candy for me right now. I hope you enjoy them.

A Million Diamonds

As I pushed her through the unfurnished house, she recounted countless stories of the days gone by. She was a strong woman, but not in a physical sense; yet she seemed to be gathering strength the further I led her into that place. I thought she was going to step right out of that wheelchair.

She would say, "Oh, stop right here. Move me back just a bit."

My favourite story was the one of her and her sister playing with an egg-shaped piece of crystal of their Mother's. They would hold it up to the light that was spilling into the sitting room through the big bay windows. Making the reflected light's patterns dance on the walls. And they dropped it! She said there was a moment in time that seemed to last forever, where they both looked at each other with horror in their eyes. Expecting the heavy piece to shatter into a "million tiny little diamonds" when it landed. It remained in tact.

She pointed to the very spot where the crystal had struck the oak floor. A well-worn mark still remained...the edges had softened with time and traffic. But, you could still see the impression that that moment in time had created.

I'll keep your memory vague

Now I'm thinking back
To what I said before
I hope your heart won't have to hurt anymore
Cause it's really not that sad from here
Because the moments I can feel you near
They keep you close to me my dear
And if they ever become too clear...

~Finger 11

Models: Erin and Tyler

hollow

The X-ray tech said, "I'm sorry sir, but we're going to have to try that again."

"What's the matter? This will be the third time," he said.

"Nothing's showing up...you appear to be completely empty inside."

Finally! A post with substance.

Image by Robb North via Flickr

I changed my mind. I've got nothing!