TP: (Ringo's) Feet

I got a thing for feet, I do.
So, thanks Carmi for giving me the perfect excuse opportunity to scan my folders for my collective feet photos. I found one I didn't expect!
Ringo! Ringo beside the Morning Glory Babies!One of the few properly focused shots from the whole shoot with The Boys.
Ya know what? A bit of blur can't take away their cute! see? ♥
Tonight we played The Beatles Rock Band as a family,
while these guys watched.
I hope I did 'em proud.

Unconscious Mutterings, 360

I say... you think...
1. Interest :: no ceiling in South Dakota
2. Chase :: not just in Manhattan anymore
3. Itch :: Scratch!
4. Soothe :: Calm
5. Lamp :: Sunlight
6. Tutor :: risk
7. Nicole :: sister-in-law
8. Sloth :: sin
9. Burn :: forest health
10. Bug :: Hayden

On this longest night,

I wish for you a vortex of sacred beings,
lights from where you can renew your own...I am grateful every day for those lights
Who shine so brightly upon my path through this Life.
~Namaste, my Friends, stay Bright!

TP: Different (perspective on food)

Hayden and Elizabeth bonded over this plate of food. Nope, not eating it, nor consuming it in any way for that matter. They bonded as they played; with the food and each other. They salted and ketchuped and catsuped and saused and piled and played and giggled and whispered... A different bonding to be sure, a sure bonding nonetheless :)

Unconscious Mutterings, 358

I say ... and you think ... ?

1. Hotter :: Tar
   
2. Negotiator :: Peace maker
   
3. Crimson :: Robes
   
4. Loses :: not Lost
   
5. Tide :: = clean
   
6. Alan :: Alda
   
7. Fool :: "Tosser" cried the Raven
   
8. Pink :: Molly Ringwald
   
9. Palm :: -top Computer
   
10. Lipstick :: Pink
    

TP: (Rockefeller) Building

Not my first trip to NYC, definitely my best!
PTSD be damned, I'm in NYC and
I'm gonna ice skate at Rockefeller Center ♥
Aaaah, mostly I remember being 25 and filled with possibility.
I long for that feeling... mayhap that's the true purpose of this project,
to rebuild what was lost, inside, by looking at what's still left, outside.

Unconscious Mutterings, 357

I say ... and you think ... ?

1. MacGyver :: Hayden
   
2. Garter :: belt
   
3. Wedge :: heels
   
4. Inches :: centimeters
   
5. Code :: breaker
   
6. Water :: Bruce Lee
   
7. Running :: Cool
   
8. Curly :: hair
   
9. Turkey :: gravy
   
10. Stupor :: drunken
    

TP: Building (Memories)

This building means something different to Hayden than it does to me...
For the entirety of Hayden's life, this has been the Washington Pavilion of Arts and Science, where his fun tank stopped for a fill-up. From playing with Mitch in the art room, to reminders not to touch banisters and elevator buttons (lest we infect Daddy with some foreign pathogen), to scary-then-fascinating dinosaur skeletons, to lifting a whole car alone, to gigantic movies in the cinedome, to the recent Rodin exhibit (where he came full circle from his babyhood trip to the Rodin Museum in Philly)...for me, the behemoth structure was the institution it was intended to be; this one for poor kids. Washington Senior High School students didn't need available, affordable parking. WSHS students didn't need an effective heating system, nor their coats (wearing them in class seemed disrespectful to the instructors) in the breezy-in-winter classrooms either. Tornado Drills at WSHS were a waste of time, to paraphrase my biology professor, Mr. Jackson, "If this building, in the center of town, is destroyed, there's nothing left in the city to live for." I'm honored I was able to take away my own meaning from this building's intentions; this building where we've all learned so much. I hereby edit only one piece of the cornerstone message, so that it relates to my own family and our memories of this sacred building:

The thing of most value and joy that takes place here is the flow of human interest. It is the spirit of the institution to be human in all of its activities. May the days spent here be filled to overflowing with scholastic attainment, courteous conduct, joy, and happiness, so that as the rest of the journey progresses, each life shall abound with gladness and our high school childhood days ever remain a happy memory.
Placed by old central pupils, June 16, 1932
Rededicated by Diana (Lambert) Jenner, WSHS Class of '86, 27 November, 2009

TP: Building (OMG Brownies)

Just another day at the office...
except this particular day called for a special order of Oh My God Brownies.
And indeed, they are so good you will say
Oh.My.God. I love you forever!
Unless you're like my Aunt Donna, she'll give you her share, & you'll say
Oh.My.God. How could you give this up? I love you forever! It's what I do best, infusing baked goods with love (more to come on this transformational journey). There's something magical about the raw baking materials coming together, much like a construction site, to build beauty for the inside of you, instead of the outside.

TP: Building (for Wolves)

Silly me, I thought I'd never have a chance to share this picture.
Quite a sight, a building surrounded by wolves.
Maybe they're intended to keep people out, I'm afraid they'd keep me in.
And they'd make my heiny clench each time I looked out the windows.
It wouldn't matter that I'd remind myself they're not real.
That's just what makes Venice Beach, well, Venice Beach -
it doesn't have to work for me, s'long as it works for you!