sunshine of your love.

bike trail behind my old house in port washington, wisconsin.



alexis & i .. after we'd gone wild and painted our faces.



artist!



thanksgiving day, 2006, grandma and grandpa's house.



front yard, port washington, wisconsin.



lake michigan, port washington, wi. (me - taken with my vision - someone else behind the lens).



bath time.



mackinaw island, michigan.

here are a few of my pictures, taken about two years ago.
almost all were taken by me - some of my favorite shots.

i hope my photographer's block will end soon -
i have, for some reason, felt uninspired by my surroundings.
i look forward to moving - and having new experiences in the city.

oh, very young.

we hardly awoke from our dreams and sleep
to worry
about the past, present, and future.
we merely dressed in daddy's old t-shirt
and painted murals on construction paper
of puppies and family
and hardly skipped a beat
or a thought.

it was pleasant
painting with fingers
when chopped hair was forgivable
and our lullabies were sweet.

we kept no secrets
because we hardly knew what one was
(except how you played with mummy's jewelery).

then brothers and sisters came home
and your curiosity got the best of you
and you crawled into mummy and daddy's bed at night
and asked where babies came from
and if they loved the new baby more than you.

you danced with delight
and slept all night on the lawn
outside grandma and grandpa's house
on an inflatable mattress
and built elephant snowmen in the winter
and rode through the hay fields of dreams and love.

you ate bacon and eggs and toast
and rarely corrected your vocabulary because you didn't care
and you were free with no impression
of pain or guilt or race or decision
because you had apple jacks and lucky charms
and the answer was usually simple.
'both'.

you had teddy bears
and soft, green grass that you played on all day
until the sun went down
and the moon came up
and your dreams fell into place.

by chance or coincidence.

sometimes i wake up early, right when the sun begins to rise.

it slowly crawls up, up .. above the horizon
and peeks at me, between the window sill and the shade.

even though it's still early,
and i have only had but a few hours of sleep
i admire it
like i've been waiting for it's presence all of my life.

somewhere there's music.

she is - perhaps my favorite female vocalist of all time.

perfection*