Wednesday, July 13, 2011

I'll Miss You...


Little Dear One,

With those blue eyes that possessed the enchanted color splashes of wildflowers. I'm sure you're cuddling with the angels now and I'll bet the grass really is greener. Did you greet my friends for me, and some of my family, long gone? I'm sure they recognized you, you've got the big saucer eyes and the whimsy to prove you one of us. I'll see you someday little fella. Save some dandelion sprigs for me, then we'll share them like we used to.

Affectionately yours,

Flower Girl




Collecting Things...


"Why do you collect things?" he asked, "It is because it reminds me of the era's long passed, ones I should be too young to miss..." she replied.

© 2011

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Monday, March 28, 2011

Potato Fritters: Just like mum used to make...


Golden-brown and oh so crispy
pleasant, warm when weather's nippy

Sizzling, fragrant in cast iron pans,
I watch how the fritters dance.

Just like mum used to create;
reminds me of the good olde days.




Friday, March 25, 2011

Message In A Bottle


Through blustering wind,
and weathers throttle,
secured stays,
your message bottle.

So daringly cute,
I do declare,
an inch sized message,
for one to wear.











Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Candlelight Vigil



A solemn candle to honor those, lost to our world.
Notes on my door, remember and never forget.



Thursday, March 3, 2011

Letter Writing




To write a letter from the heart,
to a dear friend whilst apart,
a gesture ever-kind and true,
and oh so lovely through and through.

Like sunbeams in the break of day,
or a summer afternoon,
like teatime 'fore the sun goes down,
and petals lit by m0on.

Like reading books by candlelight,
and willow's by the blue,
all these things I want to share,
in what I've sent to you.

But the parcel's own content,
differs quite from these:
A mystery gift, a tin of mints
and lotion from Burt’s Bees.

A fashion cut-out, stickers too,
A pink snake, a ring for Sue,
a letter etched in written art,
here’s your gift from my heart!




Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Image Transfer




Pray tell. I beg of thee,
through this complexity,
of my fascination with
facets of imagery.

With photos I declared,
my fragmented interest dared,
to capture unprepared,
to deem these transfers shared.
© 2011



To create the photo transfer as seen in the very first image,
I added cornstarch to nail polish remover, rubbing alcohol,
photo lift solution, liquid soap, window cleaning spray (some
other odds and ends) and perfume to a hard plastic bowl.




Then, I immersed a regular photograph into the solution for about
20 minutes. I was careful to make sure the photograph was well
covered by the liquid. When finished you may drain the liquid
or repeat the process with a new photograph.



After the immersing process had finished, I "sandwiched" the
photograph between two sheets of paper. Make sure the image
lies face down on the paper you plan to transfer it onto.
Thereafter, take a rolling pin or can in order to help
the image adhere to the transfer paper.



After the image appeared to be laying completely flat,
I used a little bit of heat to further coerce
the photograph onto the transfer paper.




Then I let the image sit awhile. Only when it was
good and ready, did I peal the backing off slowly
to behold the image transferred beneath!



When you have completed your own creation it can make a lovely
gift, photographic art piece, or stationary embellishment!!







Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Old Camera, New Photographs


If a camera could capture the soul,
within its iridescent flash,
it would be this humble folder,
if ever this should come to pass.

Were this here folder to capture souls,
beyond manufactured task,
it would capture her upon a print,
so you can have her back.
© 2011

My vintage folding Polaroid Land camera






Saturday, February 19, 2011

Capturing Sound In Images


The view of ships
and endless skies
of sunsets on the sea.

This lyric stands,
upon those sands,
yet greater have I seen.

A humble beauty,
wo0den slanting,
dancing ivories enchanting.

No thing lovelier,
have I seen,
than the piano so serene.

©2011