paris (again)

I don't have a whole lot to write here tonight. So I'm going to not say a whole lot, and leave you with another picture. Because they say a picture says a thousand words, so if I give you two, I guess it's the equivalent of me writing you 8 pages of nonsensical thoughts, plus the 56 words I've already typed out here (if, indeed, I've counted right). Anywho. I hope you all have a good evening.


on art

I did this picture last winter. one of my better ones :)
I love art. My dad's side of the family is very artistic. He himself went to art college, and growing up, a lot of the memories I have of my father are of him in his "zone", painting away. Of course it was always some masterpiece that I could never achieve with my apprentice fingers, slowly marveling at the way the paint daubs looked on a freshly dipped brush. I've tried my hand (no pun, if any, intended) at painting, and charcoals, and oil pastels, all the mediums. I've even tried pottery! (If you ever meet my dad, you should have him show you the amazing mold he made in college.) I guess some of the things I've done haven't been half-bad, and painting has always been an awesome stress-reliever. After my black cat died two summers ago, I was so upset for a few days I just cried, and after that, I painted this huge monstrosity in blue and yellow of a sax player. I like it, but it's not the best artisan quality. So that's why I entertain myself, surrounding myself with hundreds of photographs. This is my art. I hope you like it :)



The last few weeks I've been doing a lot of thinking. I think that's what winter does to people, at least, this girl. You know, you have more hours without sunlight, you do a lot more reading, you've been stuck inside for long periods of time, watching the snow filter downwards from the sky to the ground. That's why I'm posting this picture today. There's something about it...I just like. I hope you like it, too.

See you!


Sweet Nothings

   My last post was a little heavy, and I was down. This week I'm trying to look on the lighter side--and it's worth it. So I thought I would share an "on the lighter side" picture with you today. I know it's not one of my best, but don't worry, I'll be back on the road to semi-great pictures soon enough. Like someone once said: "Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things."

   Have a good evening.



   There's been something between me and the Rebel this week. Sunday through Thursday it was as if an electric force field was edging its way between my fingers and the shutter button. Today it finally was removed from atop my bureau where it had sat for five days collecting dust. This week has just been....long. And today's post I'm going to do something really hard. I'm going to blog about my cat. If you don't want to hear a sappy love story, I'd stop here. If you want to know why I've been half-hearted in my posts, read on.

When we first got them :)
   We got her when I was eight I think. My parents took me and my brothers to the animal shelter to pick out kitties. I remember wanting a little white fluffball named "Snowflake" or something like that. Jack and Frank picked out Zipper, Sam and Tom set their eyes on Squirrel, and Mom felt pity for the small Maine Coon who had just had a litter of kittens mewing her little heart out and looking pitiful in her tiny cage. So that's who we came home with. I remember being disappointed we didn't end up with the white kitten, but quickly forgetting that disappointment on the car ride home when we decided on names for the little bundles of joy. She had to have an M name, since she was a Maine Coon and had the distinctive "M" on her forehead. "Precious" as she was then known, became our Molly. Molly was my cat. She would sleep on my bed almost every night, purring her sweet purr until she fell asleep. I remember laying in the darkness, not able to sleep, listening to her soothing motor, and nudging her gently when she would fall asleep just so she would start purring again, until I finally drifted off to dreamland.
   Molly was a temperamental little thing. She'd change her favorite spot to sleep every other week, and it was always a joke in our house where she was that week. She would turn up her nose on food that wasn't "just" opened, she would hiss at the other cats and give me and my brothers "the look," as we fondly called it (when you were right about to be swatted in the face with one of her white paws), and she would even stand up to my brother's black lab when Jersey would come to visit our house! 

 Molly had the softest fur and the sweetest purr. She had a dozen or so nicknames, like, "Bones," "Molly Molly Moo Cow," and "Baby Girl". She saw me through my awkward teen years, the incessant teen girl tears, and was a constant ball of fluff in the middle of my twin bed. Molly loved the outdoors. She would rub against my face lovingly when I bent my head towards hers. She would wrangle her fur and be in her glory when Mom and I brushed it with these tiny hot pink Barbie doll brushes. She was an excellent mouser. She wrapped us all around her tiny paw, and we didn't care (much as we balked on the outside).

   And Monday we said goodbye. She lived a good, long life, and she loved us. We didn't want to take her away, but we had to. You see, sometimes you would rather see something or someone not in pain than keep them around for your selfish heart. And though I've cried all week, I know deep down, that it's for the better. She was sick, and it would have been harder to watch her suffer longer, as her tiny body gradually shut down. She was in pain, I keep telling myself, as the tears run down my face typing this, it was better this way. 

   My parents told me they bawled taking her to the vet. Mom watched movies when she was home Monday night, something she hardly ever does. I remembered cuddling her on Sunday, when she was so weak she could hardly move. I remembered how Molly put her little head in my hand and slept like that for a few minutes. And we all cried together.

   And then I remembered some good things. I know it will hurt for a long time, but the earth is moving. Time is going by. People are changing, and so am I. I remember the last time I saw Molly, and I remember the first time I saw her. And I remember the happy times and sad times in between. 

   And lastly, I remember the hole in my heart. 

   So, please bear with me. I thought that if I wrote about Molly it might help. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. Time will tell. And, in wrapping things up today, I'll share a few more pictures of her here. I actually snapped a bunch a few weeks ago. Thanks for letting me vent here. 

Goodbye, Baby Kitty. I love you. You were a sweet Molly.


This is Titled "Untitled"

Hey everyone. I don't feel much like writing anything today. I wasn't going to even post anything, but I took these the other day and I figured I haven't posted in a few days. So, here you go:



I thought I'd mix it up a bit this morning and put the picture first...OOOH!

This little guy is so cute. Standing about two and a half inches tall, and filled with sweet GOODNESS! Yummy! I hope your day is sweet today :) 


reflection day

so (i just realized i start a lot of my blogs with that word. note to self: find that tattered thesaurus i was practically in love with in middle school and high school) today i was thinking it would be neat to take a shot of the milk bottle that i put bottle caps in.

"a shot from the top will do it," i thought to myself as i situated the milk bottle haphazardly on the tub i recently filled with warm wool sweaters in preparation for a (hard, haha) winter. and then i realized, that the reflecting shadow was just about as cool as the birds eye. so, tonight, i present you, with my reflections. well, the ones on camera, at least.


Remember that Photo Shoot??

So I was searching for something to share with you tonight and I realized that I only showed you the one picture from the photo shoot I did with my parents in early December (when I was having trouble breathing from the nerves attacking my brain day and night). And that's why you're going to look at tonight's pictures and enjoy them. Because I couldn't think of any other pics to share with you (well, I thought about some of my Paris ones, but I figured with yesterday's post, I'll give you a slight break. Maybe sometime this week you'll see some of those. I can't believe it's coming up on a year since Sam and I were there! Crazyness!). Anyhow, here you are :) enjoy...

Awww...aren't they cute??

And, one of my personal favorites...


The Miniature Eiffel Tower

Before I went to Paris, my brother Jack went to Paris. And before Jack went to Paris, my brother Bill gave me a tiny Eiffel tower key chain that someone from Paris had given him. Boy, did I love that little thing. I kept it on my keys until one day I accidentally dropped them at work, and KA-BANG! the thing broke apart (it was a sad day).

So, long story short, when Jack went to Paris, I asked him to bring me back another little Eiffel for my keys. And, the awesome brother he is, he did :) despite the fact that he ended up sick the whole time he was there and came back with a horrible case of pneumonia and spent a lot of time in the hospital at his return home. Maybe another time I'll tell you that story. But for today, I will leave you with a little picture of my little tower.


This Morning..

Write something witty. Write something witty. Write something witty. Sorry, folks, that's probably not going to happen today. Last night I was so excited that I found these pictures I took two months ago that I started to think about what I was going to write for a commentary blog post with them. I actually was doing pretty good in my head. But then again, most things sound much better in this girl's head. When I actually say them....that's another story. I never quite had that gift that Thumper's mom in Bambi (yeah, I know, quoting Bambi, now you know where this blog post is going today) told him to have. I mean, sometimes it happens.....I guess...

ANYHOW. Enough boring you for today. I thought I would try something new next week possibly towards the end, so stay tuned. But then again, it might not turn out, as most plans of mine usually go awry. 

This picture is a lake near me, whose waters are usually so calm the reflections of everything shows up in the slight ripples. 

Isn't that neat for a snowy morning in January? It was actually pretty cold the day I took these....which didn't, apparently, stop me from testing out the waters.

Okay, okay, so you don't believe me that I went in the icy water?? Well, here's proof. Yeah, I was in a skirt. The rest of the afternoon was quite chilly. And damp. Hahah. 



One day my mom, my friend, and I were driving down the road and I was doing what I normally do; looking at the sky (except most times when I'm driving, that wouldn't be good). That's when I saw this, and was quite struck by it. I hope you find it interesting, like I did.


A Promise Is a Promise

So yesterday I told you all that I was tired and I would try harder to give you a more appealing photoshoot today. Well, that's what I hope I've done. I decided to experiment with the progression of things...

...well, I hope you enjoyed that. It amused me, at least. Here's an artsy view (if there ever was one) of the hot water faucet.

And look! There's my eye! That's the eye that sees the quirky pictures and then proceeds to take them and share them with you all!

...Interesting, you're probably thinking. Well, this is what happens when you give me a camera and a few editing photo magic effects! Crazy things!

Three more pictures before I leave tonight. This one I experimented a bit with the lighting. Not sure what I think yet. 

Hope you enjoyed the randominity! (Shh, it's a word in Audrey-land.) 


Two Random, Unrelated Objects

Ok, so I hate to admit it, but tonight, I am really tired. So, such being said, I am going to give you a mediocre post for today's journalistic endeavor (I promise I'll try harder tomorrow). And the last sentence being said (I also can't spell tonight, apparently, since I have to keep hitting that backspace key), I'll be giving you readers two completely unrelated pictures. One I took a few weeks ago, and the other, last summer, when all of the flowers were in full bloom in my mother's garden.

I hope you all stay warm tonight! Drink some cocoa or something! :)


How to Make a Drink, by S.B.

So about a month and a half ago, when I got my new camera (oooh), one of my bffs and I decided to experiment making this chocolate martini that I had gotten at a restaurant. And, in true photojournalistic (that's not a word, but I just made it one) style, I documented the WHOLE escapade.