10 tiny things

Lesley The Funky Art Queen has a way of bringing out the playfulness in me, so I accepted her challenge to participate in her Ten Tiny Things contest, cuz I REALLY WANNA WIN A PRIZE FROM HER. go check out her blog and see what fun she is up to

Wednesday Window

equal amounts of wine and time produce just the right elements for another self portrait. I found the injured butterfly on my morning walk and she became my muse to play in Photoshop and achieve my vision of artistic flight. Misty gifted me a pair of her wings several months ago, and ever since then I have wanted to "unfold" Thank you for your ongoing inspiration "the goal is not to change your subject, but for the subject to change the photographer" ~anonymous~

summer happens

summer has it's own way of barging in to make it's presence known in so many beautiful ways!

Facebook

Yep. I gave in to the pressure! A while back some of my peers were soliciting me. I ignored the requests. I thought it was for punk teenagers chatting all about their latest bowel movements and hangovers. But now I get it. It is what you make it. Just like life. We really are in charge. A couple of my favorite artists sing about it. To quote them "I BELIEVE WE CAN FLY ON THE WINGS WE CREATE" by Melissa Etheridge. and "I wanna feel like a bird, singing in an open cage" by Melissa Ferrick So come on over if you wish, I am there, Deb Taylor just like all the rest of us, sharing random thoughts, but not all movements! ~flap flap~

my daddy

my softball coach. loved fried chicken, BBQ and homemade pie. and Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. lawn waterer. sunbather. wave jumper. fisherman. baptist deacon. joke teller. card player. jazz lover. died too soon. i miss you.

Happy 300th to my Blog!

This is my 300th post! It crept up on me as I didn't realize how many times I have come here to reveal, show-off or express some sort of feeling, emotion or celebration. I love my blog. And I love the friends and opportunities that have taken place here because of it. Coincidentally I wanted to share with you an event we took part in last week titled #3. Funny how that number 3 appeared again! Our friend Donna Parker has a lovely home in Warrenton, and she bought 3 guest homes to be moved to her property. We were there to capture the amazing event on camera. I can't describe to you the powerful energy of a home being towed down a country road. To imagine that it will still be in tact on it's new resting spot on a different piece of land. In fact one of he houses still has furniture inside!! It is exciting to imagine how history is being preserved and appreciated. Thanks Donna for allowing us to shre this event with you. Divine raptue! ~ wink~

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. You are the one who’ll decide where to go. ~Dr. Seuss~

Chiquita bonito

I wanna grow up. I want to meet a nice boy. Maybe he will date me, not rape me. I wanna leave this island, go to college and learn how to use the computer, balance a checkbook, play the piano, paint huge portraits, meet a nice boy, go to the opera, see Europe and visit the United States. I wanna wear a pretty dress. My body is mine, it is not yours to use and abuse. I am beautiful, inside and out. I wanna grow up. ~ written by Deb~ today as I am making my "dress " project (click here to learn more) I am mindful of those beautiful faces in Isla Mujeres when I lived there. All I can do is what I can do, can you?

beautiful

This video will lift you UP, make you SMILE and fall in love.I aspire to be this fun and still in love when I am their age!! Every day look at a beautiful picture, read a beautiful poem, listen to some beautiful music, and if possible, say some reasonable thing ~GOETHE~

Wednesday Window, a portrait of the past

just when I thought I was going to be behind my sewing machine all day in the air conditioning as the Texas temps rise above 100 degrees, the winds of change redirected our plan for the day. We were called to explore an old home built in late 1800's because it may be torn down soon, or better yet, moved to a new place to be revived, loved and brought back to life. It was very creepy to me, as I had just watched Grey Gardens. The vines were growing inside the holes of the roof. The mink coat left on the wall still seemed to wreak of musty perfume. The milky window panes created such mysterious ghostly invitations for me to grab my camera and tripod for todays SP. I imagined what a beautiful happy home this place used to be. Warm, inviting, cozy and full of laughter and tears. Now I am cautiously stepping lightly on guard for snakes, mice and poison ivy. But instead, it was calm, quiet, and almost soothing. random boxes of jars and old books, piles of curtains and broken dishes. nothing but milky windows to gaze thru and imagine what life was like, once upon a time. I came home to my own home built in 1914, and reflected on the memories here, now and then. Go here to read some of my thoughts.

addressing the situation

When I lived in Mexico, I owned a big, safe, concrete home. I lived alone. I rarely locked my gate. I always felt safe. It was a tiny island, with very little crime, only occasional petty theft and domestic violence. It was a refuge for me. My happy place. My comfort zone. My paradise. Before moving there full time as a homeowner, I vacationed there in the winter months like all of the other touristas. I wore cute little sarongs and barely there bikinis. I sipped sunset margaritas and sunrise tequilas. I lounged on the beach with cabana boys nearby. I did yoga in the morning and tango at night. But when I became a resident, my experience changed dramatically. There were walls to paint, roofs to repair, tenacos ( water holding tank) to replace and small bills to pay. But I still lived in paradise, and I still felt safe. It was a wonderful life, and I have no regrets. Now I am here in Texas, loving my life and feeling safe again. I live in a tiny town with no crime, the sarongs are packed away, and I rarely lock my door. My new friends I have met thru the artful blogland are passionate about their causes and I am on board with this one. This is an invitation for you to express your care and concern thru a piece of art. Paint. Sew. Bead. Photograph. No matter what....we all love to play "dress up" Go HERE to discover how you can help. ART SAVES LIVES Monica is a Rock Star when it comes to passion so thanks to her for lighting a fire under this project! You can also click on the icon to the right of this post

#6

that does it. this proves it. EVERYTHING is bigger in Texas! well, almost! ( I think six of these Gulf Shrimp weigh one pound!)