I've often wondered what they'd say...

Maclaren Park, SF

Maclaren Park, SF

Prospect Park, NY

Los Feliz, Los Angeles

it's rare that i pass a tree and don't take it's picture. 

these are just a few of the many, many, many i've shot over the years.

Make:Do

open studios this weekend

studio 227

744 alabama @ 19th st.

friday night  7pm- 11pm

saturday & sunday, 12-5

To Marion

I got a box in the mail the other day addressed to "amazing molly".
That, alone, could have probably been enough for me for the whole week:  This box, the wonderful address.

But when I opened it, I saw two big bowed piles of old, fantastically old, from wedding to funeral, from birth to 22, family photos. 

And here's the crazy part of that:  They weren't my family.
{Seems I've become known for being someone who loves the old stuff.  The old photos even more.}
They all belonged to a woman I know only through the world of blog;  yet my mother and I both agree, this is someone we would really, really like.  We love, love, love her blog, can't get over the way she's able to so clearly express, we love her comments on this blog, mom even comments to me on her comments.  
And the dichotomy?/irony? of knowing someone only in this wi-fi computer-database (blah erg um computer stuff, technology, mybad, high tech, blah, blech)  day and age, contrasted with the US Postal Service, mailed-to-me, bound and unusual, singular and downright spectacular, physical proof of her history makes the whole thing all that more fantabulous.  What a freakin strange, and sometimes ridiculously wonderful world we live in.

It's a pretty powerful stack of photos, so many of which will be posted each day on Other People's Lives over the next two weeks.  Someday I'm going to publish a little glossy of the most unusual or quaint photos that speak to me, out of the thousand's I now happily own & insanely love, and I know will only grow larger over the years (see:  addiction: evidence no.1,  evidence no.2,  evidence no.3).

So, if I may,
an internet shout-out to my friend, Marion, through the internet waves and over the years, you are most definitely someone my mother and I still strongly agree, this is someone we're lucky to know we would really, really like....

OPEN STUDIOS weekend

We just shake hands at meeting

with many that come nigh;

we nod the head in greeting

to many that go by, --

But welcome through the gateway

our few old friends and true;

then hearts leap up, and straightway

there's open house for you,

old friends,

there's open house for you!*

open studios
come for a visit & a look-see!
studio 227
744 alabama @ 19th st.
friday night  7pm- 11pm
saturday & sunday, 12-5
it's always a good time!

And, in other fun news...

I was delighted to be interviewed by the fabulous team at Lightbox SF! They do a wonderful series of postings, talking to artists who open their doors and minds, to get an inside glimpse of small business owners at work.  Lightbox SF makes it their mission "to give you the information, tools, and confidence to make your creative business succeed. We are teachers, coaches, and cheerleaders."

*author, gerald massey

Is This What Happens When You're Not Looking?

I've found this new website/blog/outlet, that I spend way too much time on. 
Mostly images, many controversial (by somebody's standards, I'm sure) and then...this. 
I love the idea of this happening in our world.

Norbert sensed that Spring was in the air……

all credit goes to my old pal, ken brown

Happy Birthday Stella!

rescue dog, about to get rescued

Two years ago, today, I walked out for toilet paper and returned home with Stella Marie. 

Over the last two years, this dog has changed the face of our lives and the depth of our love.  I don't think RK and I could ever have predicted what she would do for us and we can only hope we do something similar for her.

Stella Rides

Stella Studio Sleeps

Stella Sands

Stella Sleeps & Dreams

Stella Suns

Stella Fetches

Stella Plants

Stella Pants

Stella Snoozes

Stella Cruises, like the rockstar she is...

Vintage Modern Life

I thought these were amazing.  (You can get them for yourself at their website)

They made me feel safe about all this, which I desperately needed.
Truth be told, I'm scared to death of turning into a complete dolt with mush for brains because of apps and texts and hash-tags, and googling even the most simplest of thoughts.  In this post alone, I've already had to use spell check.  Lordy!

Since getting an iphone in October, I have become a twitter-er, a complete addict to an iphone app called instagram, and a constant checker of the screen.  That's right.  Doesn't matter what screen, computer or iphone, I have a difficult time going long periods without checking the latest.
The latest what you ask?
Well, I'm not really sure.  The latest moment in other people's lives, I suppose.
I know it keeps me quite distracted from my own, which doesn't always feel like such a bad thing.  Yet, I was the biggest moaner and groaner of this new frontier when it all started happening. 

And here I am.

And, I continue to moan:  I miss the connections in person.  I miss the urge to make phonecalls.  I miss letter writing, real paper letter writing.  I miss listening to just my own thoughts every once in awhile.  And I miss the time I used to have.

But!... in thinking about how to better communicate the brand of my business, I realize it's a growing tool that I need to manage, should enjoy and do appreciate (in it's own way).

For now, it exists, I exist with it.  One might call it a love/hate relationship.

Before there was...

In the very earliest time,
when both people and animals lived on earth,
a person could become an animal if he wanted to and an animal
could become a human being.
Sometimes they were people
and sometimes animals
and there was no difference.
All spoke the same language.
That was the time when words were like magic.
The human mind had mysterious powers.
A word spoken by chance
might have strange consequences.
It would suddenly come alive
and what people wanted to happen could happen--
all you had to do was say it.
Nobody could explain this:
That's the way it was.

Magic Words by Edward Field

Inspired by the Inuit

My friends and I understand this concept.

I'm A Firm Believer

and i'm working on number 27 this month...

Keep Calm and Carry On is just good advice

When a crappy day is at hand, am I ever lucky that I have RK to send something sweet my way.