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a bright-eyed three year old was mean to my two year old.

i played a 'guess my name' game with an eight year old named marie.

buried my toes in cool sand and found valueless treasures by my side.

"aww man", pouted marie, "i thought i was on to something"

(an empty swing swung by itself for quite a while)

a hippy with unruly hair passed the brightest blue eyes down to his cowrie shell wearing babies.

an african woman read the bible, with her shoes off, unaware of her youngest child's mischief.

i made up with that three year old, but my two year old did not.

"go away, gal, just go away from here", spat my toddler.

(i smelled my father's scent in the breeze today)

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i originally shot this with my iPhone for the fmsphotoaday instagram challenge. theme: peek-a-boo.

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(((yawns)))

when working...my personal creativity dampens a bit. all my energy is thrust into the current project and little is left over for independent adventures. these days...my current projects equate to as many shoots as i can do weekly. 

(i need to move. preferably out of the state. to do so requires enough of a financial nest egg, to hold us while toots and i assimilate to whatever new culture we'll be in)

recently, i've acquired a few new clients who made me test my comfort levels. 

everyone isn't a fan of "artistic expression". some folks just want plain ole photos, light on the artsy fartsy stuff. now, the old me, proclaiming to stay true to my craft, all-out refused to work with clients not on the same accord as i. after-all, i started working for myself to do what i love, not what someone else loves. but now that i am a mother, primarily a single mother, my art and business are one and the same.

and i found...that art..is in everything.

one client wanted angled photos of intersections for a project she was working on. quite boring, but it gave me a whole new perspective on angled shooting. another client was a straight, black and white, no grey area stock broker, who specifically told me to "not get fancy" (yes, that kind of 'no grey area' guy). he didn't even smile the entire shoot. but, i learned how to make a wrinkle or a mole stand out and smile for him. and yesterday...i shot a bishop (ha! like with a gun. i shot the sheriff...the deputy...and a bishop) and now...i'm über excited to explore new avenues in the religious arena.

anyway, this long, drawn out post isn't about much. these are toot's new kicks. i am super digging them, and even considered shelling out the $80 for a pair for myself. but i digress...i'm  thirty-two years old. i wear flat-rider boots, fitted jeans and blazer jackets %90 of the time. ballerina flats and thin, leather sandals, my summer/spring crave. in fact, unless they are chuck taylors, there is just no place a pair sneakers would fit in my life. 

ha! i actually laugh at the thought...

this was the most random post...ever.