Lesson learned...

I'm home from dinner with a wonderful friend whom I hadn't spoken to in a very long time. A misunderstanding or maybe just life stood in the way of a conversation that should have taken place a long time ago. A misunderstanding that took away from our thirty-plus friendship for fear of picking up the phone and just taking the time to listen.

One would never think that I have a problem with speaking my mind, however, speaking your mind is not the same as speaking from your heart. The one thing that many of us try like hell to protect. Something that I have a hard time doing, yet, have no problem writing about in the privacy of my desk while in the dark, when everyone is sleeping. My happy place. Isn't that what these blogs are? Yes, I think so. Millions of happy places whether they are masqueraded with sarcasm, poetry, prose or just filled with images of things that make us happy to share with the masses. 

Let me share a piece of my history. My story is simple. You've seen images of me living the dream but all the while crying inside. I've been in pursuit of this dream. A dream created by this little girl and shared with the very same friend some thirty-years ago during countless sleepovers. The dream of a family, a house, a career and stability. This dream has come with a very high price, though. It's cost me the relationship of those that have been cheering me along the way. I suppose that one way of repaying them is making sure that Ithey see that these blessings are appreciated and cherished. I have attained the family, the home, the career and stability. This family website is proof of that.

Now, a piece about coming home. I was scared and anxious. I was so glad to leave and many times vowed to never come back. However, one thing I've noticed, while back home is that I'm not homesick. No kidding, right? My homesickness for my Peyton Place has been suffocating me for years. I feel lighter here. It's so very wonderful and decadent at times to be strolling through the very streets and in the company of those that have shaped, encouraged and, at times, discouraged me to fulfill my dreams. I knew that coming home would teach me something about myself but never thought that I would realize it so quickly. It's hit me like a ton of bricks...I've been missing home all these years. All this time I thought I was running away from it. Will I return for good in the near future? Only time will tell. But for now, I am savoring every moment and taking it to Italy with me.

I've said this before my dear blogging crazy friends. Life is fragile. People are fragile. Strength, happiness, laughter, and wealth may be hiding sadness and loneliness that only they can measure. Which brings me back to the dinner with my dear friend. She concluded after reading my posts that my life was fuller and satisfied without the company of my dear friends and family. How foolish! Maybe this would explain the occasional cold shoulder from some. If only they knew....

...coming home is by far my biggest and scariest adventure.

(a few snap shots from home, taken at City Place)


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summer lovin'

we're enjoying our summer so far. hope you are enjoying yours!


on a location shoot

today with becky. becky is another powerful woman photographer with a great generous heart. i'm just glad to be there since the beginning to see her talent grow. it was great shooting with her. i just wish i was faster so that i could get some shots of her new baby. you can check him out on her blog. he got fussy soon and wanted his momma. so,we were on a hunt for new places for portraits and, of course, one of my favorite shots is this closeup. not much about the backdrop, just the face. i did take some in landscape but that face is just yummy. so, we hunted, we shot, we shared, and we sweated...yes, i said sweated. talking about the weather is usally a cop out in a conversation but let me tell you that it was soooo hot, it was just unbearable. the babies and mommies were getting irritable real soon. we made it through and found a couple new places to shoot and these great shots. overall, a good day.

on location

on location

on location


Theme Thursday :: Swing

s w i n g

forward        back
flying    pumping    jumping
trying to reach the sky


A mere attempt at a cinquain poem. Hope you enjoyed. In many ways these verses describe my life right now as I try to get into the swing of things in my "new" old home. 


Pick your 3 {three}

During some blog hopping last night, I came across this lovely badge on Leslie's blog. The badge then lead me to a great statistic about shopping in the local economy. 

"If half the employed population spent $50 each month in locally owned independent businesses, it would generate more than $42.6 billion in revenue." ...and... "For every $100 spent in locally owned independent stores, $68 returns to the community through taxes, payroll, and other expenditures. If you spend that in a national chain, only $43 stays here. Spend it online and nothing comes home." 

Check out project 3/50 for yourselves. It just may deter you from eating or shopping at the nearest chain retailer. 

Happy shopping.


Have I mentioned

that two more of my pictures have been chosen to be featured in Schmap travel guides.
this one made it into the Key West edition....
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and this one made into the Barcelona edition.
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Have I also mentioned that we made it safely to mom's and the unpacking is 95 per cent finished. Another, thing to be happy about. Which is great considering that we just said goodbye to military man for the summer. He'll be deployed soon and the probability of seeing him before he goes are very slim. It was a tearful and sad good-bye but we are keeping our fingers crossed that we can see him one more time before he goes. We've said one too many goodbyes, lately. I'm feeling numb.

In the meantime, we're finding things to do in my beautiful beachy hometown. If I haven't mentioned where we're living then maybe you can guess where we are after I post some pictures this week. 

Hummmm, I'm feeling like a giveaway. Stay tuned.


7 :: 50 Moving Day

Not much else to say... but they're here! The movers are loading the boxes and crating them away until we reach our final destination. It reminds me of our first days in town when we arrived with a preschooler, a two week old baby, the anticipation and anxiety over making new connections and exploring new places. We are leaving with a little boy, a pre-schooler, a toddler, less boxes and rich with friends and fond memories of a place well explored.

I promised myself not to write another sappy post about moving away. So, my chin is up and looking ahead to....ITALY!!!! However, not without a long stop to my hometown until Military Man gets back from deployment. Going home to live with mom after being away for over twelve years. Can't wait to see my old stomping grounds, reconnect with family and friends, and introduce the kids to the place where mommy grew up.

Thanks to all for your lovely comments and words of encouragement. I'll be back to my cheerful self very soon. I can feel it!