what's deb doing?: February 2012

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

She is Three, my story behind the photo

please click here to read the story behind my photo,

unveiling and revealing my truth

"...a new aspect to She Is Three....you will get to hear the stories behind the photos....

Sometimes these stories might be silly, truthful, deep, simple…really whatever the story behind the image is for each of us that month. Like Deb said in our discussions of this that the images will be “ranging from the deepest truth to maybe how funny it was trying to capture that perfect shot without fishing boats in background or seagulls shitting on your camera..yes, shitting” ~ Vivienne Mcmaster~

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Monday, February 27, 2012

Dear Photograph

Dear Photograph

Sunday, February 26, 2012

from where I stand

Like a Rock

Postcards from Paradise

Friday, February 24, 2012

dare to bare

bold and beautiful

dare to bare, be not afraid

your body is art

Haiku my Heart Friday

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

barefoot, beaches and blue skies

This week Bella prompts the question

"What's inspiring you right now?"

52 Photos Project

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

a girl and her trunk...She is Three

It's a wrap.

come see me at

She is Three

with Vivienne McMaster and Jennifer DeVille

I hope you will visit us each week beginning March 7
as we plan to post every 7 days!

Monday, February 20, 2012

embracing dementia

The new Jack.

Jack is my beloved StepDad. His 82 years are settling in. We are also learning how to gracefully settle with the new challenges and confusion of simple everyday tasks. You know the ones we automatically perform on auto pilot? Jack might spend 15 minutes with a folded ladder in his hands, leaning on it in the yard, trying to remember where it came from. My Mom approaches him with a soft, gentle voice, asking if she can help him. Together they store the ladder just a few feet from where he fetched it from. Thank God we were there when he decided to climb it and chop down an unnecessary tree. He watches me like a hawk, as I try to repair the front door. Of course I did it all wrong, and that's OK. He was there to hold my screwdriver, and it would have been an impossible job without him. The next day he washed the glass with Bug Repellant and fixed the squeaky hinge with his (very expensive) ear drops!

In following photo he is looking at my iPhone picture I took of him. He asked if he should place it in the sunshine to recharge the battery! Brilliant idea, yet another sign of inability to connect all the dots.

Handsome fella, huh?

My Mom is a Rock Star. She lovingly offers him direction to the bathroom when he is rubbing his fuzzy chin, asking where his tools are to "remove this stuff" She kindly, patiently answers the same question every 5 minutes like it was the first time he asked. She holds his hand, he shuffles his feet. He is hurrying, she is slowing.

Every time she is in sight, he says to her "Hello Beautiful.

How's my Lovely Wife? Do you know how much I love you?"

and of course it is followed up with a huge body hug

Sometimes we miss the Old Jack and feel a little sad.
But the New Jack makes us glad.
And we embrace the fact that dinner time will be a rerun from last night, as he lights up and tells the same story of when he ate worms as a child or joined the service at 14 years of age or how much he hates raw oysters and eggplant! We laugh and listen and love.
For right now, this is all we have...and it is enough.