A Year Older And Wiser

i am a year older today.

someone complimented something that i wrote earlier today. i wrote about how it was 4 years ago that i moved. my 3200 mile solo quest elsewhere. i remember how i just went for this idea. trusting somehow that i would make it.

this person said ….

“you have such a hold on who you are ….you must know yourself well.”

perhaps 59 is more of a gift than I know.

took myself and a photography friend on an autumn country road trek yesterday

and i got myself a very unusual and very pretty oval blue and white platter.

i asked for things linen.

sheets have holes in them

towels are frayed.

not sure any of that will happen

it’s going to be a tough week.

i did not meet my work quota. gulp.

while i am allowed a grace month

its the only one for this year

i still take a kick in the teeth income wise

i have a lot of ick on my schedule.

including a medical procedure.

weather looks awful.

it’s going to be a long month ahead.

maybe i’ll get myself a piece of cake.

took this the other day

i love it.

laundry did not get done

and i didn’t make the bed either

hate the way a bed looks when it’s occupied solo.

its so. one sided.

but look. that’s me, my hair is flying and the shadows are cool

and i am NUDE

 

 

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last year’s narrative.

one of my top 12.

( gosh, 3 apartments )

when i think back on the reality

of fancy panties

and sexy outfits

they are really pretty useless

unless you get into

the mind part of it

the mind part of it is far

wilder.

the reality

just has them come off too quickly.

nowadays they, what i have left, are packed away

as props.

who’s propping??

certainly not me.

in my artist life some terrific things are going on.

my life life

not so terrific.

i am going to apply for a free phone

might seem a like a bit of a ridiculous thought

but if i don’t have to pay for a phone

i might pay for

and get a cat.

most of my male friends tell me not to

but they aren’t here keeping me good company

i think a cat would amuse me.

bring a vibe to the empty space i have going on here.

so, just a reminder, don’t send me tributes, images of your maleness or your butt hole, don’t tag me in your stuff.  don’t. it’s not my thing. no. no. no. stop.don’t say you are interested in me and then disappear, and if you don’t want to hear or see my bed bug bite story, then go away. stop giving me grief about it

send grocery money. not kidding.

 

 

 

 

Wouldn’t Be Anonymous Of Me

a year ago i got hit with a series of bad luck days – everything from food poisoning ( oh my gosh – never ever had I been so sick. ever.) house vandalism, falling ceiling issues, car issues, hvac issues, and the continued issue of not being able to afford my home. i was at a low. i took a series of face shots when i started to get over the stomach stuff – the sun was streaming in and I couldn’t get enough of it, and i saw “me” again.  despite being down.  i knew i could get to the other side of it all. while i won’t share the face shots here, cuz that wouldn’t be very anonymous of me. i enjoy the abstract nature of these enough to share.  

odessa – mr cowboy’s shepard came to stay with me for a week during that time. i took a zillion images of her and got use to her good company.  now that i live with them both, i have a zillion trillion of her.  she’s a goof of a dog, but very very beautiful to look at, and still very good company. 

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Hair Flipping Practice

it was hair flipping practice.

on a very very bitter winter day.

because that is what everyone does.

right??

i realize i get here less.

its interesting to me because i ache to write,

and here is a place that i dabble with that.

and i have images to share.

yet,  life these days is different.

rich, full, distracted and happy.

not as much time for hair flipping practice.

giggle.

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Throwback Thursday :: Silver Threads

steady as she goes here.

low visit rate at the blog lately.

any reason why?

feel free to comment.

i had someone recently say they couldn’t be with the idea that i was seeing someone now.

vs so many of you who have expressed a happy for me.

thanks for whatever you do that is encouraging and positive.

ultimately i do this for me, for the expression, the creativity and the attention.

having you here makes a big difference for all of that.

onto these images

wow eh??

2010

age 50

first camera.

i was getting used to settings

so this is shifted to B/W

because it was a putrid orange on the wrong setting.

still shooting into a mirror

struggling with sharpness.

this was also very very early masturbation

actually i was just beginning to look

and touch

vs full fledged getting off w/ self touch.

again that was all very very new to me.

i was still trimming hair here.

not sure i have ever shared the fingering myself one before

i had also just discovered my macro setting on my camera

and was quite delighted.

someone asked why to the recent sharing of non-nude images.

me thinks i need to feel whole as a creative

vs divided.

my alter ego felt too closeted somehow??

does that make sense??

 

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Trying It On

i was trying on french braids.

i wore them a lot pre:  having kids

partly because warm weather

makes for warm necks when my hair is so long.

and my hair drives me crazy in the summer.

and partly because

i wanted to see if it would crimp in a fun way once i took the braids out

would you believe even at day 3 the hair was still wet?

i mean it was  partly dry

and partly wet.

comb that and

it turns to frizz

ugh.

i like the curl of the tail

and the curl of the braid

in the last pic.
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