in case you need to hear it

you know, in case you were having doubts.

(thank you, 826 valencia-- for this most awesome postcard)

he is

one of my favorite people to photograph. that friend of mine, that dan smith.

last week found me on a shoot with my brother-- first to atlanta to an abandoned trainyard off dekalb avenue and then to the outer edges of a crumbly ghostly town in southern illinois. I love my job. even though it occasionally takes me away from my family, I love my job. I love the brainstorming of ideas, the researching of locations. I love the styling, the working out of the details, the finessing of story lines. but mostly, I love working with my brother.

so anyway, dan was at the trainyard in atlanta with us and there was a little bit of 600 polaroid film (such a sad little bit) and a smidge of magic light and if nothing else ever even came out of the shoot but this polaroid, well then I'd still be happy. because polaroid portraits like these make my world go round and round and round.

I do have more to share, so much more.

it's all that pink and red

I really sort of love valentines day. and not because I need a special day to wallow in love and sweetness, but because I need a day where pink and red reign supreme. pink paper chains and red construction paper hearts. pink frosting and bright red cherry juice. pink roses and red tulips. I am a sucker for such things. and I'm not ashamed to say it.

for all my train lovers

a few more photographs from my train adventure-- train number 11, portland to san francisco. next time, portland to los angeles. I'm putting it on The List.

list thirty-three: things seen from the window of a train

part of my belated 40th birthday present involved riding train number 11 (the coast starlight) all the way down to san francisco. after eighteen hours of riding, here's what I know: I love trains. I think they might be my favorite way to travel. and friends, I could not tear my eyes away from the window. I could not. I stared out that train window until the sky turned black and there was nothing left to see but the dim neon lights of the occasional small town we passed through. I did not sleep much but I did make a list of a few things I saw along the way. well, of course I made a list. I made a list because it's what I do. but also, I made a list because I want to remember.

things seen:

1. bright blocks of trainyard graffiti

2. birds swooping in oblong patterns

3. golden magic hour light and the willamette river

4. cobbled-together shanty towns

5. a woman waving from her back porch

6. the insides of a few dimly lit dining rooms, the glare of tiny televisions

7. a rainbow of plastic fruit crates

8. a field full of bright yellow tractors

9. a brilliant pink sky

10. a spectacular jumble of electrical equipment

11. nothing but darkness for what seemed like hours

12. small town neon

13. train passengers scrambling off the train to smoke

14. the insides of a long grey tunnel

15. finally, a sliver of moon

16. and then eventually, milky white light and the beginning of a new day

17. an unfinished highway

18. a neon pink wind sock

19. the first palm tree

20. an unrecognizable word spelled out with pieces of driftwood

21. a swampy area filled with a dozen overturned grocery carts

22. tiny hopeful patches of blue sky

23. and then finally, a wide open blue sky

24. an old turquoise trailer and too many industrial parks to mention

25. the waters of san pablo bay

26. more and more bright-colored graffiti

27. the beginnings of oakland

28. a woman in a row boat

29. the san francisco skyline

I cannot wait to ride again. I. cannot. wait.

get your paint on

I am so completely excited to be taking mati and lisa's new painting class. I am telling you, I am ready to get my paint on and I am not even kidding. I'm ready to create a little space to paint in, hang a new inspiration wire, dig out all my supplies. I'm ready for new supplies too. tomorrow, I'll head down to the art supply store and is there even anything more beautiful than the art supply store? is there? all those tubes of bright-colored paint, those rainbow rows of chalks and colored pencils, those tubs of gum erasers, those blank canvases. possibility for days. and the smell of an art supply store! right up there with the inside of an old library book.

so yes, I'm excited. if you'd like to get your paint on too well then you've got today-- today is the last day to sign up.

I don't know about you but so far, I am liking february.

happy landing

I've been having a little adventure. a belated 40th birthday present sort of adventure. there are details, of course-- none of them sordid, all of them terrific. I might finally be ready to take on this new decade, this shiny new age bracket. it took me a while, but my arms are officially wide open.

for your monday

as if the fullness of the soul
did not sometimes overflow in the
emptiest metaphors, since no one
can ever give the exact measure
of his needs, nor of his conceptions,
nor of his sorrows; and since
human speech is like a cracked
tin kettle, on which we hammer
out tunes to make bears dance
when we long to move the stars.

-gustave flaubert

(written on the wall at the maira kalman exhibit)

silver and gold

silver and gold and the last of poppytalk's winter color week. and a fine week she was.

green

greeeeeeeeeeen.

(winter color week, currently the cure for what ails me)

again with blue

proof that blue skies exist in portland during the month of january. yesterday afternoon the grey lifted and we got a glimpse of the good stuff. ask and ye shall receive, I say. ask and ye shall receive.

the grey is back but you know. whatever.

blue

blues for poppytalk's winter colors week. and speaking of blue-- rumor has it that we might see a bit of blue sky today here in portland. keep your fingers crossed, people. because I sure could use a blue sky.

white

today's white for poppytalk's winter color week includes: a little bit more of victoria aka sfgirlbybay's crazy gorgeous home and a spectacular piece of work by street artist SWOON that we stumbled onto in san francisco's mission neighborhood a few months ago. that piece? took my breath away.

red

for winter color week over at poppytalk.

monday- reds
tuesday- whites
wednesday- blues
thursday- greens
friday- silver and gold

color therapy

two things today:

if you are hurting for color, I suggest you hop on over to poppytalk-- I've got the goods. weeks of grey on my horizon (weeks and weeks and weeks) so I am not even kidding around with this color therapy thing.

winter color week starts monday and I am so totally in I could not be more in if I tried. are you in? because it could be fun, you know.