Tuesday, July 13, 2010 at 08:22AM 
Lately, I've been thinking about the differences between number one and number two. I just read that sentence back and took the terms '#1 and #2' to mean something a little different than birth order...if you know what I'm sayin'. Great, now I can't stop thinking of my children as '#1' and '#2'. Miles always gets the shit end of the stick around here. I'll be back with more once I reboot my brain.
Friday, July 9, 2010 at 10:40PM 
This is what Friday night at 10:41pm looks like after a very long week. The moment Ferris' mom walked in the door last week she said, "As of right now, you're on vacation." I took her seriously...perhaps too seriously and, subsequently, shirked every possible mama duty. If I could have, I would have even loaned her my boobs.
It's been a rough week, although much less rough than I thought it was going to be.
Here's to a lovely weekend.
Clink.
daily Monday, June 28, 2010 at 10:20AM 
I've discovered there are moments, however infrequent, that change your course. Sometimes it's the sum of several nondescript events-decisions-moments, but sometimes things can change in an instant.
Last night, I spent some time moving my stuff out of my studio. Initially, I thought there was no way I'd get it all in one trip, but I was wrong. Soon everything was collapsed, organized, and situated in my car like a real life game of tetris. All of it. I wrote my studio mate a nice note with goodbyes and well wishes, and then I set my keys down on her desk. It didn't seem like a big deal until I looked back just before shutting the door behind me. One quick glance back at the keys.
A change of course.
A course of change.
daily, photography Monday, June 14, 2010 at 08:04PM To be perfectly clear, I eat at McDonald's. I was thinking about that this evening when Eva asked for nuggets and fries, and my eyes lit up like a Christmas Tree on crack. Cheeseburger hold the pickles, thankyouverymuch. I also eat at Wendy's. Small chocolate frosty, pleaseandthankyou. And Taco Bell. Bean burrito with onions washed down with a crunchy taco, scrumdiddliumpsious.
Given all the garden hoohah, I didn't want there to be any misunderstanding as to what we're really talking about here. It's a metaphor for my life: slow food gardener meets a Big Mac.
The following is a series of images starring the usual suspects. I've been shooting in Mile's room, uhhm, I mean my studio to practice with the light. It's magical. The light's pretty good, too.
Eva, daily, miles, photography 
