Saturday, September 30, 2006

Where art thou?

by a someone

Friend, where art thou? Your brown hand held mine... we looked beside our feet for rocks and twigs. You showed me the leaves. I waited but you didn't come back. Where art thou friend? I miss you.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Monday, September 25, 2006

Look within

by Duda

There are many ways to describe the experience of understanding one self. Whatever the phrase or in what circles they prevail, know who you are.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Queres cerveja?

In Mozambique, a beer from the list of a few. I'm more familiar with Corona. Straight from the bottle with a lime wedge.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

O cajueiro

O cajueiro estava mesmo ao lado da casa. Eu gostava imenso de subir essa arvore. Era gigante.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Monday, September 18, 2006

My lovelies

by Duda

by Duda

by Duda

These are cards I made with Stampin'Up products. I collect the ones I make at Martha's house.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

To be free

by Duda

A thought becomes action. Neurons fire and, if not interrupted, muscles move and rain is created. I call that fun.


by jas

Layers and filters... needed there to stop unwanted intrusions


..not imagined and must heal.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Who's holding you?

Safety, security, unconditional love. They are not guaranteed at every stage of our lives. But I can testify to the gloriousness of the their discovery.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Sunday, September 10, 2006


Peer pressure is so powerful when not countered by a loving bond with one's family. I'm for the loving, creative, life empowering bond with my girls.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

A recta - The straight road

by a someone

This road leads to the airport in Beira, Mozambique. We traveled it one last time on December 23rd, 1975. When I go back, I will notice the most minute details. I want to smell it, touch it, so that I never feel apart from it.

Thursday, September 07, 2006


by jas

The most beautiful playgrounds contain rocks, trees, shade, and water. And the sounds that belong there, are the only ones there.

The passage way

by Duda

Life presents passage ways here and there. Some lead from hell into the belief that safety is a given. The fortress doors are open, but they never lose their protective strength.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Finding the Life Source

What's Yours?

Mr. Chameleon

by The Sniders

From Mozambique. In Beira, us kids would often stand and watch the chameleons slowly wonder from branch to leaf, and notice them change colors. The quick tongue was interesting too.

Saturday, September 02, 2006


by Duda

"Outside" was always a safer place to be. The lemon tree was my friend. The permanence of trees has always been so reassuring. Their arms extend and hold you if you choose to climb to them. Like shadows, they represent a more significant entity.

Friday, September 01, 2006

Just a peek

by Duda

An ant's view


by Duda

I read somewhere some like this "Blessed are those who are flexible because they never have to be bent out of shape." I used to photograph fire hydrants because the implied stopped fluidity. Now I love watching fountains, garden hoses, garden fixtures like the one above. It's fluidity.

In search of Peter Pan

by Emmy Taylor

"When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are. When you wish upon a star your dreams come true." Kate Bush