Trees Please

What is it about the trees that draws me to them... ? Their silent wisdom, their endurance?
Their anchored persistence...

If I could be more like a tree.

April 17th Full Moon Rising

Night time City
Full Moon is Rising from Michigan Waters

Painting Water Color

Anabelle is Water Painting.
I love the free form it gives and the ability to paint over darker forms.

Anabelle enjoys painting over an out of date calender

Creative Play Dough

I find my Nieces Play Dough Creations Absolutely Inspiring
Enjoy!!

We have Three Delicious Cakes, Blueberry Pretzles, Chocolate Cookiew and
some Delicious Pasta!!

Cheeseburger with some Tomato and Lettuce

This is CupCake CakeCake created by Lily

Juicy Red Stuff Layer Cake
Created by Amber

Candle Ceremony

Oso Peligroso

We have a new family member, Oso. He is a seven month old Maltese Terrier. He loves playing fetch and is a great companion to Anabelle.

We are still adjusting, but I think he will do well for us all. It's not a bad thing to have some more unconditional love in our family.

Winter is Blazing

Winter looms over Milwaukee with snow, leafless trees, muffled gray silence and cold.
At times I feel that only I venture out... We all shut ourselves within our hooded woolen coats. Go away! We say!

Prospect Avenue carries few prospective dreams these cold days. Just salty cars and dodged potholes.

Lake Michigan sheds a trail of ice tears... tearing away... Leaving the harbor don't come back never a day.

The trees know better. Their roots bury low and radiate the remnants of summer sun heat. They know not of indoor days of home bound cabin fever. They face the sub degree breeze with no shivers.

Footprints in snow merely wander.

February's Full Moon

Hello mystery moon
Full moon Matrix Moon
You share only one side of you.
I want to know your dark side
i view you with one eye
some say you're too large to be in our earth's orbit
what's your secret?
who threw you into this path?
what projections do you project ?
and yet.

I salute my wine to you
and pray to be blessed.
full moon new moon
waning waxing moon.
I will bathe in your glow
dance naked to show
the glory of my ignorance for you
luna solita
moon.

Pete Yorn at Milwaukee Pabst Theater

Friday evening I had the privilege to join a couple girlfriends for the Pete Yorn concert at the Milwaukee Pabst Theater located on Water Street, Downtown. The show was lower level only, and general admission. I LOVE general admission. It allows me to be able to stand in front of the stage as one always should do during a rock concert.

Had not my girlfriends invited me to attend, I would had been more inclined to see Kings Go Forth at Turner Hall,



But I honestly enjoyed his soft grunge jams.

Yorn appeared a little disheveled... unshaven and hair pleading to be trimmed. That tends to happen through out a tour.

Safe Travels.

Mathew's Birthday

Last Saturday I ventured up to Deforest slightly north of Madison. Mathew turned seven years young and had a celebration. I gave him a comic book, Calamity Jack written by Shannon and Dean Hale, Illustrated by Nathon Hale. There is a worthy review of the book by a fellow blogger, Becky's Book Reviews

I also gave Mathew a leather wallet that has a horse portrait with real horse hair. The wallet contained five whole dollars too! I hope he liked the gifts. I know I could feed his obsession of trains, but I guess I thrive on the challenge to find other fun gifts for him.

Mathew of course, focused on his trains. This train derailed due to 'table' shaking tremors.

My niece Amber cozzied up with Anabelle

Three birthday parties to attend in March. There will be a Tea Party Birthday, a Bouncy House Super Hero Birthday Party and another one in Chicago. Life doesn't slow down. Not even during the brunt of winter.

La Casa de la Bruja (The Witch's House)

After Anabelle's school, we would walk to a cafe.
She would enjoy her jugo de mora.
I would have my double espresso.
Across the street, on a corner is this home.
Untouched for years.
La Casa de la Bruja
they call it

I am intrigued by the neglect of the home and the grandeur it may have once held
I think of the woman who still lives there
alone... staring out onto the changing world around her

The house is ignored and feared

I think of Miss Havisham... in her Bridal Gown
did this 'witch' have the same outcome?

Blessed be the lady
tip toe
bare feet
blessed be her dreams
lost in memory like the seeds blown
past this street
blown down down to the valley
and burried

Back in Brew Town

I've Returned
to fresh cold air
snow
boots
down feather coats

I've returned
to snow crunching steps
salt sided cars
sunless days

I've returned to snow days
cold toes
toasty homes

I'm not a fan of cold
yet. it reminds me I'm home