This blog is constantly in a peculiar kind of flux.
Today I told my mom that I spent a lot of the day
working on my two blogs and she said, “Well you must have a lot to say.”
No, not really. I can’t think of ANYthing to say, actually.
For some reason I find myself compelled to do this blog thing. Once we figure out why, maybe I can stop.
Till then, let me just admit that there is something about relating a snippet, about telling a story, about revealing an image, about showing a moment that works for me…on oh so many levels.
Freewheelin’ Suze Rotolo with Bobby Dylan. This explains my francophilaeity.
lace face
see me
mermaidia moi
sort of a saffron, scarved suze
picasso basically craved suze (and vice versa)
channeling his majesty
Love the last image because you look like my sister when she was a child…only all grown up. Magical!