tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81568377704131639672012-02-09T06:26:34.297-08:00Kingston Ontario based photographer talks about her life as an artist, entrepreneur and mama....Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.comBlogger3161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-76875762483583156442012-02-08T19:45:00.000-08:002012-02-08T19:59:33.530-08:00

For about four years or so, I have taken to the streets of my town, with kids and cameras and a willingness to share my passion.  It was good work.  My guidance and gear, their amazing natural talent for finding beauty, and an agreement to see together, and share our findings.  Many of those outings, Sam would come along.  Often very willing and into the experience.  Other times out of

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Hello there February, I have been waiting for you... We never need a reason to take amazing care of ourselves, but sometimes it takes a real inspiration or aha moment, to spur it on.  I have been as I've mentioned, struggling a bit physically.  And while there are things I'm not sure about, there are many ways I know I can help myself, immensely,  and honestly haven't been signing up for.  

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Tonight I'm a sleepy girl.  Four days in the studio this week, felt a lot like ten.  In a good way. Like when you ride your bike too much, and your legs hurt, but you know it's good for you.  Or you eat too much of a favorite food, because you love it so.  I believe I may have thought that working in my studio would be all play, in that it wouldn't tire me out.  I am learning that pulling from

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A glorious day in the studio today...the morning was just right.  Charlie and I arrived to a quiet studio and puttered away side by side, figuring out how to get started.  I whispered to him softly, so not to awaken the energy in the studio too sharply....I loved the quiet of the early morning there.  As I set out to set up, I could feel a little nervousness within.  At this point, I was

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This year feels very open and in a way, I am trusting that what wants to be, will find it's way.  With every day, I have felt a rhythm in life that seems to move me along gently to where I need to be.  Without over thinking or driving things too much, I get where I am headed without as much effort as it once took.  And from that openness and ease of moving through life on trust and faith, the

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The very last day of the year holds a strange and magical secret...to me at least.  I just returned from running errands, picking up goodies for tonight and even the air made me stop right there on the sidewalk and raise my face to it fully... to breathe it in deeply.  I can't explain it, except to say the air felt full of something really good.  A smile spread across my face, and it was a

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A dichotomy is any splittingof a whole into exactly two non-overlapping parts.  Any quiet moments I have found myself in of late, particularly the past four or so days, I have felt the rumblings of a new year.  The whispers of a new time still intertwined with reflections of this past year, words coming slowly and clearly....that must still be put into some order.  Nearly overshadowing the

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It's an odd sort of thing when you know something is good for you, and yet.....you can't seem to incorporate it into your daily world.  Like the oodles of supplements I ought to be taking at the moment, that always seem to escape my focus.  Or the salads I vowed to eat more of this fall.  And one that most intrigues me of late, keeping track of life in this space.  Blogging has become a way of

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This fall I've spent a lot of time working wool between my hands, for hours and hours. Combining my love of scarves, and wool.  I believe that we attach our energy to things, that we fold ourselves into projects we work away on.  Especially when passion is fueling the fire.  As I set out to make a few scarves, I found I could barely keep up physically (these babies are very labour intensive)

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Mirabillia;  refers to events that inspire wonder, marvelous phenomena, and small miracles. I fell asleep on the couch last night, early.... after a creative day of lake side shoots with a beautiful soul and much painting in my studio.  My day spread out over a long list of to do's, each event getting my full attention, until it's on to the next, and then my full focus shifts to the new.  I

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-37375779112813899842011-11-29T18:16:00.001-08:002011-11-29T19:27:09.795-08:00

As December approaches, I am going to slow down (which is not to say I won't be super duper busy, in actions..just not inside my head!), take little breaks in the day to sit by trees and see the snow and feel the wind.  Feel the rhythm of my stride, beside Charlies.  We have taken to walking him at night, off leash, and it's pretty awesome.  I'm going to turn off the computer and phones at

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-46860711417790747022011-11-18T10:20:00.001-08:002011-11-18T16:18:59.552-08:00

I have been listening to a bit of Christmas music, dreaming a little of the season that is approaching....while creating little treasures.  Felting for hours and hours, learning this medium quite inside and out.  I am in love with wood, wool, and beeswax, and love that my life includes creating art using these earthy materials.  Wool is where my heart has been at for a time, and it's pretty

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Oh November has blazed into town, chomping at the bit to get a creative whirlwind going, poking me, pushing me, inspiring me.... Now that the bug has left, the one that had me perched on the couch for days, I feel I can get on with it.  Part of me thinks that bug was in magical syncronicity with my way of living... the way I process change and big things moving into my life, is to stop

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Just about every thing, every creation of one kind or another, has a purpose... At times, we are very clear on what another soul or entity is bringing to us, but other times, maybe even more often than not, we are not so sure.  In many instances, we find out later on down the road, what purpose someone or something, served in our lives.   But I have no doubt, that every thing, wants to be

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-62019024908474683162011-10-13T19:15:00.000-07:002011-10-13T19:15:59.610-07:00

It's so strange not to be around this space much, but everything has it's season and I suppose my focus these days is on the many other balls in the air. There has been a lot going on in my world, too.   Good stuff, creative adventures, growing pains, reorganizing life, emotional full moon whirlwinds, accepting a thing or two, realizing I need to change this or that... you know, life.

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Thank you Steve Jobs...

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The light at this time of year, is breathtaking...You may see me out with my camera, mesmerized with a goofy grin on my face.  I am addicted. I have not been here much of late, because I'm focusing on the gals taking HARVEST and getting everything there tweaked and I tell you, e-courses for me are a true gift.  I love giving them, and my openness to fall is profound at the moment, and I know

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Somedays the light is so spectacular I get truly giddy over it.  Other humans not into light in quite the same way, never seem to share in those moments with me.  But Charlie on the other hand, he gets it.  He may not know what exactly is causign all the commotion, why mama is so darn happy...but he senses it deeply.  And he responds as if my mood is running straight into his veins.   He truly

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-81467306220199431542011-09-28T17:04:00.000-07:002011-09-28T17:08:29.714-07:00

Busy getting HARVEST set in motion...while keeping up with my other committments. It's a good time of year, by all accounts! So much to say and all kinds of lovely swirling about, but saving my steam for the to-do list that's filling up as fast as I tick items off!  Each item is another goodness delivered, experienced, savored and into the bucket.  Each item an opportunity.  There are many

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-13587795480607854702011-09-20T08:44:00.000-07:002011-09-20T09:19:18.235-07:00

Delivering three shoots this week...  This is one of my favorites from Emma's shoot.  I'm heading to the states this fall to see her play and will get to see this tall beauty in action.  Getting to see her passion, will be a full circle kind of moment... I rarely shoot black and white these days, since moving away from film eight years ago, I have found the depth unavailable in digital.  But some

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-28903775293835135272011-09-18T17:33:00.000-07:002011-09-18T17:37:41.163-07:00

Sam & and I slipped away to the beach, while Dave grabbed a nap. Look at this view, no wonder we run to this place! We played for hours in the park, just the three of us.... On the swings...xox I was taken by the reflections everywhere I looked this weekend... I did two new encaustic paintings this weekend in the woods....I LOVE this photo and the reflections of trees in the beeswax.  Love. I

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In the spirit of showing up here no matter how together, or messy, I bring you....a tiny glimpse into The good, the bad and the ugly!   Good...It's a full moon.  This moon phase always bring crazy energy, often just what I need to make changes, see things with a much needed change in perspective, and shake it all up. Bad....the animals, who I am already feeling I need a break from (they ALL

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-88655293319591607522011-09-09T09:53:00.000-07:002011-09-09T09:57:36.886-07:00

I'm working on a little something these days, maybe you've heard of it... People are ripe for a celebration of food it seems, and have been signing up (fantastic!), emailing, commenting, face booking (thanks Lindsey and friends!) and talking to me on the street about HARVEST, so curious about how this works.  Saying lovely things about how it all sounds and looks.  The e-course in general is

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-20025471601169309692011-09-07T12:30:00.000-07:002011-09-07T12:30:09.524-07:00

NOTE:   If you are on the fence about joining Harvest, or waiting for the kids to be settled into their new routines, or wondering if you are ready for this beautiful journey, you have a few more hours to get in for $79.  Get in while the getting's good... As I search to come up with design ideas (that are me) and ways to better illustrate my work within my blog, I have found it to be a bit

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-20140819718494757872011-09-06T08:19:00.000-07:002011-09-06T17:54:05.759-07:00

First day back to school is always a mixed bag of emotion.... Thankfully today, it was all leaning on the side of good.  Really good.  Even the lead up to today, was quite different than other years, and I am seeing, things around here are going to be ok.  Or better.  Sam was ready to see his friends he missed over the summer, that in spite of our good intentions and missed attempts, did not

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-81007172844560421302011-08-31T13:26:00.000-07:002011-09-01T15:42:32.962-07:00

This is so close to my heart...To read about this inspiring delicious chapter, visit me over at HARVEST...  I can hardly wait.  She said with a tummy full of butterflies :) Next up...This site needs a little TLC.  Some changes are a coming!  I actually need a little tlc, to be honest.  A little pampering, shopping, that sort of fun stuff.  That is what the fall always brings, with school back on

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So I am not back yet, but simply popping in for a quick hello.  Wanted to share a glimpse of a girl who has slipped into my heart, and taken up a big space.  I love this girl...When you  enter into a creative whirlwind with another soul as i am sure musicians and collaborators of all sorts do when they merge talents, things can really explode when the time comes to dig in and get to it.  Like

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Whenever I set out to do something really good for my soul, or even perhaps good for a few others...there is this magical process that unfolds.  A quiet excitement.  You might know what I'm talking about... First it seems an easier road.  There are fewer roadblocks on this path, and the view is spectacular.  Next, things become clearer with every turn, and you get a feeling that you are

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-20011902253863550862011-08-03T08:36:00.000-07:002011-08-03T08:51:02.891-07:00

All around me, in blogs, in person, on the radio...I have been bombarded with 'it's August already'?.  I wondered if this was a case of living so in the moment, that August snuck up on us and knocked loudly, reminding us that summer on the life calendar is but a month longer ....or if folks have not managed to live in the moment enough, and feel a loss, as if summer is racing by.   I have been

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-32590371013145721852011-07-26T17:20:00.000-07:002011-07-26T17:28:57.643-07:00

Some yummy moments to be grateful for in a whirlwind summer getaway...  Waking up early in the hotel with a splendid view, seeing raindrops running down the window... a rain had come in the night, gently cooling the hot city ~ Hearing that the kids had woken very early, got dressed for the trip to Wonderland that day, then fell back asleep ~ Seeing my art in the gallery, and feeling a separation

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-25347065891142519642011-07-22T06:54:00.000-07:002011-07-22T10:10:15.849-07:00

This little artist is going on a road trip for a few days...some camping in the woods, then a trip to my inspirational friend, Toronto.  Going to have a peek at the gallery where my latest work is hanging - thinking that might be a little trippy, in a 'whose art is that on the wall?' kind of way!   My back is feeling AWESOME.  I made it to the gym today and gave 'er!  I love working out in the

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-75388359088131330922011-07-19T07:07:00.000-07:002011-07-19T11:08:45.243-07:00

Life has this magical way of throwing you off track, sending tiny surprises your way, detours and new routes must be taken ...your thoughts are changed and so too then, are so many other factors.  For when you change your mind....a trickle of change follows.  Thought is a powerful thing... While my little back situation was improving and had almost cleared up, I shifted in a direction apparently

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-21679423471000150902011-07-13T18:42:00.000-07:002011-07-13T18:42:42.999-07:00

A story that appeared in the San Francisco Chronicle... a female humpback whale who had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps and lines. She was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of line rope wrapped around her body, her tail, her torso, a line tugging in her mouth. A fisherman spotted her just east

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-42910826976658738702011-07-12T11:25:00.000-07:002011-07-12T11:25:05.448-07:00

I had an idea going into summer that I would like to choose a small family project a week, that we could do together.  The key words there are small, and together.  This week was our kick off and it was indeed easy, fun, and oh so practical.  We made natural bug repellent.  I used to have an all natural buz where I made everything from natural ingredients, so it was really lovely to reconnect

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-77485365274594862592011-07-06T19:11:00.000-07:002011-07-06T19:11:14.686-07:00

A coffee date that ended in much inspiration... My view in the morning of a sweet doodle waiting for the day to begin.... My view looking up,  while sitting by the fire.  The trees inspire me and are teaching me tosee in deeper dimensions....might have to paint them! My magical herb garden...I pass it ten times a day and it makes me so happy. Lavender from the garden, near one of my favorite

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-36437011553038775122011-07-04T08:20:00.000-07:002011-07-04T08:20:52.321-07:00

   This weekend I loved... Sitting by a fire with my guy giggling and staring at the flames.  Making banana boats (bananas, marshmallows, nutella in a foil pocket, into the coals) for adults, shh.  Sleeping in Sam's new tent with Dave, while Sam was away for a night...we left the fly off and could see all the stars and hear the camping sounds we miss these days, while we stay in our cozy

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-32544959028502865152011-06-27T08:00:00.000-07:002011-06-27T12:15:54.899-07:00

Once in a while, you are sent an opportunity that simply falls right into place, it fits your life precisely and is made so easy to say yes to, you simply must!  You know, you have to say yes.  Something in the offer, quickly feels like something you need.  Thursday a friend mentioned that she was travelling to Bobcagen to see the Hip play this past Saturday.  On my own summer wish list,

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-10551946622869492342011-06-24T09:55:00.000-07:002011-07-04T11:59:29.821-07:00

Off on a little adventure this weekend...outdoor music, a bit of travel, couple time, tenting - very excited to slip away with my guy before summer holiday's are upon us.  A serendipitous almost-summer excursion.... I captured this image earlier this week on a shoot down by the bay, near the climbing gym.  It was the perfect distraction for the subjects of the boy persuasion...See how far above

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Yesterday marked the end of another series of commitments - football has officially ended!  Turns out, I love football...and make a pretty proud sideline mama, cheering and jumping all about.  Love watching my boy find 'his people' in this sport....he is a great little player and loves that full on physical boy contact, that is simply not permitted anywhere else.  It was a good thing, as Martha

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I remember well,  being half way between girl and what comes afterwards.... For me the period that divided my girlhood, and a more mature older version of me could be remembered by a nightie I wore, night in and out.  I remember distinctly the shades of white and soft pink, cap sleeve, soft fabric, frill at the bottom...the last nightie I wore as a girl.  I remember loving that nightie and all

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-43241537387460573892011-06-14T08:43:00.000-07:002011-06-14T09:06:48.967-07:00

For anyone that spoke to me after my Saturday downtown workshop, you know I am riding a high... I nearly bubbled over Saturday night!  It was sort of the last of many commitments made and kept, and it was after that, that I could take a breather, begin anew, and boy I felt like someone on summer holidays!  I am so not on holiday's, quite the contrary - but I really wanted that to go well and for

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-34205067362288918772011-06-07T07:47:00.000-07:002011-06-07T07:59:20.652-07:00

As I walked home from school this morning, after dropping my boy off, I was tugging on Charlie's leash, in a hurried state of mind.  I am so grateful to have awakened in that moment... I realized a few days ago, that I need to slow-it-down...and I forgot there for a moment.  I am not used to the pace I've been keeping of late and although it's all good, and it really is, I have been learning to

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-43063189122268435452011-06-01T20:04:00.000-07:002011-06-01T20:21:27.624-07:00

A shot from last week's shoot...We left at 7 am, tea to go, and dressed for rain. Two Jack Russell's, a wet field, loads of energy, lots of treats and one human who LOVES her pooches. We got wet, dirty, and happy ;) One more shoot to edit, and I am ALL caught up.  Just the way I like it.  I am heading into my big shoot this weekend...pretty fluttery about it.  Like getting ready for something

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-35307369242407006572011-05-29T18:18:00.000-07:002011-05-30T06:06:54.594-07:00

As I type this, my face and chest continue to heat up from big bursts of sunlight this weekend, that popped up out of nowhere, when I was unprepared.  In other words, I left the house and it was raining,  I found myself in fields without sun protection, and the sun kissed my skin a wee bit too much.  urgh.  I loathe the sun in high doses, and getting a burn, well it's upsetting.  So.  But my

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-1076886430965063122011-05-25T08:53:00.000-07:002011-05-25T09:22:33.276-07:00

I rarely keep up with my photography sharing here, oddly...but have a rather big shoot coming up that has taken months to prepare for, and I thought it might be interesting to share some of the lead up, with you... A few months ago, I had a vision of shooting a modern day version of Little Red Riding Hood.  The visual was cinematic and although there were some murky details, many bits of this

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-23146712954258126872011-05-19T10:07:00.000-07:002011-05-19T10:12:21.399-07:00

Awareness is one of my favorite words and pursuits.  I love when you awaken to an area in your life, cast your attention there, and awareness however fleetingly, is yours.  You are suddenly in tune and can see the details more closely than before.  Energy then naturally travels to that spot, and it's like shining a light in a dark corner.  Sometimes it can be a little scary at first, there may

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-8278636153671238332011-05-17T12:06:00.000-07:002011-05-17T15:07:07.869-07:00

It's a sleepy darkish dreary day...The kind that could entice me back to my covers with books, snacks, 30 rock season 3 dvd, and my faithful pooch.  Who incidentally, can be coerced back to bed at any moment in the day.  Truly, he goes wherever I go, willingly.  I visited my granny at the hospital today...she had to have a partial hip replacement over the weekend and is doing remarkably well.  Of

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-61434855206053322662011-05-13T15:18:00.000-07:002011-05-13T15:29:46.145-07:00

The summer giveaway goes to....ANNETTE from Chasing Lightning bugs studio! We put all the names into a bowl and Sam chose the winner....I knew it would be Annette the moment she put her name in the running.  One of those knowing moments...Annette, can't wait to meander about with you, visiting, seeing, documenting with ease :)Let's choose a date, I'm ready when you are. This weekend I am offering

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-51352049829395393812011-05-10T09:40:00.000-07:002011-05-10T09:40:21.436-07:00

A mantra is a sound, syllable,word, or group of words that is considered capable of "creating transformation" A few years ago I made this and when choosing my personal mantra to add to it, 'I am here to create', I found mine came quickly and felt very fitting in where I was, and where I wanted to go.Every so often we need to tweak our personal messages, these sometimes unspoken, even unconscious

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-25031940465521155012011-05-05T11:51:00.000-07:002011-05-05T15:02:27.547-07:00

This is an image taken by Annie Leibovitz of two souls known for their love, of each other.  Above music and art, they were known for their crazy awesome love.  John and Yoko helped me form what love looked like, and this image was a step in that process.  It affected me.  It wasn't until years later, that I learned the history behind this image.   Annie was sent to shoot John Lennon with Yoko,

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A while ago I spoke about vulnerability...and how putting ourselves out there, comes with a teeny tiny risk.  Whether its speaking up to another, sending your hand up to speak out an idea at a meeting, submitting your artwork, sending a demo tape off, telling your dream to a friend...whenever you risk it all (all being whatever you are most afraid of) for the chance, of flight (living the life

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-45099881402936012762011-04-30T10:31:00.000-07:002011-04-30T16:46:55.537-07:00

Its' that time of year....The power in cleansing (body, mind, closets, camera bags!) is found in the making of space.  Taking away what is not being loved, celebrated or adored, and moving those things to a place or person where  they will be, is so good for us!  When we have a new found empty clean pure space, we have room in our lives for new.  It's a crazy awesome cycle of passing and

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-75958198235897226252011-04-25T14:02:00.000-07:002011-04-25T14:02:52.738-07:00

I could make a living, making vision boards!  I LOVE THEM.  I am a visual girl and believe there is a power in getting dreams and designs out of your head, and onto paper.  It's the second step in creation!  And one step closer to reality.   I can remember a while back, learning about the magic of making vision boards.  Cutting and pasting felt like action, if only the beginning steps...and when

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-54190264804981143032011-04-20T11:49:00.000-07:002011-05-01T18:17:53.350-07:00

It's another rainy day today.  This is good for some, but the moody dark skies can be hard for others.  Farmers are smiling, folks who rely on sun for happiness, not so much.  For me embracing the rain means finding new boots I dig, to splash about in (my hunters were too tall and they have a new home), seeing the effects of the rain closely (the grass turning green, the buds on trees....) and

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-71106937949979578892011-04-15T07:49:00.000-07:002011-04-15T08:00:42.041-07:00

Deciding to put yourself out there....is easier for some, than others.  And means something completely different for each of us.  For me, having big ideas and visions of work I want to to do and people I am drawn to work with, books I want to write, places I must see and photograph - in quiet moments, can seem lofty.  Those inside gremlins whisper 'who do you think you are?'.  Once upon a time,

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-28594561166442725832011-04-11T18:14:00.000-07:002011-04-11T18:31:37.205-07:00

What if your only job in the Universe, was to be truly happy?To do what it took, to live everyday, happy.Day in, day out. One decision after another.  What does happy REALLY look like to you?Do you know how to get there?Whatever's inside, draws more of the same.  That's where I usually begin.... Photo taken on date night...I was putting out good vibes when taking this photo for sure!

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-1776402840619669432011-04-08T21:09:00.000-07:002011-04-08T21:48:39.074-07:00

There are about a hundred people in the world at this very moment, who are not on facebook.  I am one of them.   For so many reasons, I have chosen to avoid this social network.  I am not a skim the surface, snip it, update daily, kind of gal.  Nor am I one to want to reconnect with people from my past (via FB), and sort of believe that we are not connected for some cosmic reason and for that

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-68705162723826403112011-04-01T17:57:00.000-07:002011-05-17T15:22:41.729-07:00

For  women folk near me locally, that have a love of photography, this might just be for YOU!Edited:  We are going to run a one day version of this Saturday June 11...six hours, three locations, intensive full on photography fun!  Email / comment if you want to come along ;) So many of you have mentioned to me the past couple years, that you want to take more photographs. You want to learn how to

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-11049770563137938992011-03-31T11:00:00.000-07:002011-03-31T11:00:29.529-07:00

Can someone tell me where March went in such a hurry?  April arrives tomorrow, and I intend to keep a close eye on things, be sure days are not slipping away too quickly, or without proper love!  If there is anything you need to say to March folks, you better have your chat today as she's a new time tomorrow!   And speaking about tomorrow...check back in for an announcement ;)  One teeny tiny

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A wise friend spoke to me a while back about accepting our kids nature...suggesting instead of working against it, we figure out a way to work with it. Interesting.  Like most things, the idea simmered for a while, while I observed.What is Sam's true nature?  How does he handle crowds?  How does he deal with stress?  How does he cope with pressure?  How does he react to joy? How does he deal with

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-8161677232898521872011-03-21T12:49:00.000-07:002011-03-21T12:58:34.610-07:00

As March break came to an end with a soft sigh, I felt pretty good about it all...We totally ventured into a holiday state of mind, which in my books, is the best way to depart from mundane old March, school and routines.  Zero business was conducted (mine that is), and much merry-ment was had by big and small.  Sam had a sleepover here and away, giving Dave and I a date night.  That's two in a

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-45331290280880769592011-03-07T08:53:00.000-08:002011-03-07T13:15:54.702-08:00

I've been absent much here of late...I really think big scares and flu bugs, sort of throw someone like me off our game.I have felt a little selectively numb.  In a good way.  Not sure if that's an attempt subconsciously to restore and sign off from anything too deep or potentially upsetting, while I get back to square.  Or if it's just part of the ebb and flow of creating artist / hibernating

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-79831224876397119452011-02-28T12:19:00.000-08:002011-02-28T12:19:58.063-08:00

A toast to February... You brought with you a miracle, a flu bug strain that was so big it scared me a bit, lots of sleepy down time and waking nights, lots of family togetherness,  moments of serious clarity, gratitude, and much time to think.  Lots of whispers came...that filled some of that space I had made in Mondo Beyondo.  Ones that pointed to what I have and who I am. And calls to where

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-44310736952328146542011-02-24T15:36:00.000-08:002011-02-24T15:52:01.410-08:00

So that sleepy feeling was really the beginning of the worst flu bug, ever.  Deep bone aching, chills, fever, runny nose, headache - totally wiped me off the map for three days.  Totally.  When I emerged, Sam naturally was hit with it.  He has been days and days now, whimpering and moaning, life feels awful and hard just about every minute.  As a parent, you hate to see your little people sick,

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-68125018182150136652011-02-17T08:08:00.000-08:002011-02-17T08:15:34.655-08:00

Last night we brought Charlie home.  Sigh. You know he has been well cared for when it's time to leave the vets office and he is fine to visit longer!  Everyone gathered around, him in the middle....you know he can sense total adoration and attention.  I could feel how he felt about that. He felt so special.  I made a note that we all need to be in the centre of a circle, while everyone states

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-49149070184085294212011-02-15T20:53:00.000-08:002011-02-15T20:53:36.431-08:00

We are feeling the LOVE....   There is so much to this story but if you can take a very emotional close call, down to a nutshell, Charlie came down with a mysterious condition a week or so ago, that deteriorated drastically leaving him almost fully paralyzed and unable to function mostly.  His last trip to the vet was so upsetting, as he could not walk, sit up or focus much at all - he was in a

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-40011227563999191162011-02-14T17:21:00.000-08:002011-02-14T17:25:35.118-08:00

I wonder if all of you could light a candle, think of this handsome guy, at bedtime, and again when you wake...Send him some healing light..... See him in your mind, running and jumping, being his goofy self.  We really need a miracle tonight folks, and I know the power in gathering together both near and afar, to help one another.We would be so grateful for any of your prayers tonight...Tracy,

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-11445099628283410882011-02-13T17:14:00.000-08:002011-02-13T17:25:21.369-08:00

Slow.... In a word giveaway winner .....   Mary! Sam chose your name and word tonight,  and just like that, your word becomes part of my week and month.  I love awareness and this is just another magical angle on this game.  I will be on the lookout for images for you.... visuals of what slow looks like.  To me.  And I know that it will affect me, somehow.  I imagine in some cosmic way, it must

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-31552291947700781822011-02-12T13:25:00.000-08:002011-02-12T13:40:51.447-08:00

Over at Mondo, we have discussed the lull that can happen in your life...when you actually want action.  Movement.  How after much work, creating, dreaming and planning, things can quiet and become still.  How this might come as a disappointment, if  you were expecting fireworks, book deals and big adventures.  Only you find yourself engaged unwantingly in much wall staring,  laying on the

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-17837339232356532322011-02-08T09:12:00.000-08:002011-02-08T09:20:07.803-08:00

After a musical weekend (some awesome local music out Friday night and then a trip to see John Mellencamp on Sunday) I was feeling tres inspired.  Up.  All of that with my e-course unfolding in a very magical serendipitous way, I thought I might not come down.  Ever.  But a bug in our house has tapped me on the shoulder....I would like to ignore it, the tap...pretend it's not talking to me.  But

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-2903179649375254222011-01-31T09:19:00.000-08:002011-01-31T09:24:13.969-08:00

The blogging community in many ways, reflects a way in which I think we are meant to travel...together and apart, as one.  Different and the same.  Here and way over there... One thing I notice is that sometimes we just follow along, feeling deeply at times, over someone Else's story... but forget to say hello.  I read one of my favorite blogs today, a gal in Canada that I dig, have not met,

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-87188366660393673242011-01-27T20:34:00.000-08:002011-01-27T20:34:01.822-08:00

This pretty much sums up how I'm feeling this month...Near fully hydrated with inspiration, and alive with citrus-ey upness.  I can't remember beginning a year more focused and mindful...I am going to give AND take an ecourse,  every January!It's not one thing or another...but a total sum of it's (particularly juicy good) parts. I am reluctant to leave it at that.  Part of me wants to say 'well,

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-21139787289919978112011-01-25T12:31:00.000-08:002011-01-25T13:28:22.378-08:00

Mondo Beyondo asked us all to write today, about the ways in which we have let our intuition guide us in our lives.  I could honestly write about how every decision in my life for the past fifteen years, has been made from a deep knowing.  A hunch.  A gut feeling.  I am a big follower of intuition, it's the only guide for me.... After reading the assignment and then letting it go until later,  

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-54723018734370339522011-01-21T10:06:00.000-08:002011-01-21T10:35:56.141-08:00

Connecting with winter, my new camera, my journal, our yoga and healing books...old and new dreams (mondo beyondo journey), and keeping on track with some yummy earthy February plans.     I remember a friend pining over whether or not to say yes or no to something that knocked on her door.  She had been trying on the YES phenomenon at the time.  She wanted to say no, but was afraid of turning

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-57825172140142395832011-01-17T16:37:00.000-08:002011-01-17T16:49:31.065-08:00

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-49843255015400302502011-01-15T16:42:00.000-08:002011-02-16T09:08:16.148-08:00

Our boy was home sick for a couple of days...and on day three, he decided he would attend his favorite cousins birthday boy party.  He had hoped to be feeling well enough, and  it was a little on the fence.  We deliberated all day whether it was going to be ok to head out...Sam ultimately made that call.  But we dropped him off in a snowstorm.  Which made me feel more uneasy about that decision.

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-42115407269975273372011-01-13T06:12:00.000-08:002011-01-13T06:25:15.199-08:00

A while back I linked to the original of this song...I found this gem on Jen Gray's site {thank you}.  It's the real deal.  I could watch this little lady sing her heart out, all day long...Home...it's wherever there is you. *Another billboard by photofunia*

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-86225836558282480682011-01-11T22:00:00.000-08:002011-01-11T22:04:20.764-08:00

I have had a lot to say of late, no?   Writing, especially publicly, seems to hold mysterious powers.  Hitting publish or send, feels very powerful.  I use writing to fine tune my existence, if you will.  I articulate and define myself, so we are all, the Universe and me that is, clear.  I signed up for Andrea Sher and Jen Lemens Mondo Beyondo {see link to the left}...class started today!  It's

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-80100373741822630942011-01-08T21:58:00.000-08:002011-01-08T22:09:33.692-08:00

I have arrived at a place where I live so in the moment, most days it seems, that yesterday doesn't matter quite as much to me, as it once did.  And I have an agreement with tomorrow that I didn't always hold, that it will take care of itself.  I live moment by moment, seriously and except for the few areas in life where you have to look ahead or back, I pretty much am submerged in now.   Right

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-86853147310045069382011-01-07T15:03:00.000-08:002011-01-08T05:59:20.686-08:00

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-70940750069854795742011-01-01T11:50:00.000-08:002011-01-01T13:02:03.162-08:00

I love the notion that we can return to a place before all was lost or altered...or judged by one very bad sequel!  This was an era for me, and I LOVE that we have the tools to rewind and go back...in some areas of life at least.  A fitting theme for today.... If you were a Sex and The City fan, here's a little reminder of it's magic ... {'you're not alone'...sigh}. To a new year, old friends,

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-62506322493354736072010-12-31T09:57:00.000-08:002010-12-31T09:58:43.239-08:00

The invitation to a new year is one I extend with much reflection and wish casting...and is rarely wrapped up neatly in one new years day.  No, it oftenunfolds bit by bit, throughout the month.  One part remembering the events of  a yearwinding down, while the other side of this process is about focusing.  And drawing nearwhat I want to experience this coming year.  But the biggest part of today

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-89445798484247351982010-12-28T17:04:00.000-08:002010-12-28T17:52:04.870-08:00

Dear December As you inch along, I am beginning to fully realize, you are mostly about the holidays.  I should have seen that, but it came as a bit of a shocker when I realized that for all of your days, I have been either preparing for this season, enjoying this season, or getting ready for what follows, this season.  This season of Christmas.  No other month feels quite so big, or all

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-31362451251378025432010-12-23T09:05:00.000-08:002010-12-23T09:19:06.779-08:00

On the eve of my favorite day of the WHOLE year, I am feeling content, ready, warm, inspired, rested, well shopped, and happy.  I am so thankful I spent Saturdays on dates with Sam all fall while Dave was away at school, picking up gifts early.  We are all wrapped up, some goodies baked, surprises planned, many Christmas movies watched, lots of wine and cheese and long dates under our belts, and

Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15985281550277253136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156837770413163967.post-54846400125629642962010-12-20T07:57:00.000-08:002010-12-20T17:58:03.376-08:00

Mint snowballs - Mine and Sam's favorite cookie ever!  Made gluten free this year.  Thanks Mom ;) When Sam was about four, my mother in law came to town for a visit near the holiday's.  I had some shopping to do still, so she stayed with Sam while I ran out, on my own.  I hadn't left him much, but he was quite fine with her and seemed happy to have her to himself.  When I returned, they were

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So it's an interesting process this... offering up little gifts daily, in blog land.   Obviously, I have not managed daily postings, as I had set out to do.  But circumstances have steered me away some days, and well I'm just the kind of gal to follow the day and it's rhythm.  I know good things come from staying open to what wants to be, and so I get out of the way when I need to!  But it's

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My ninth gift of Christmas is a little trip down memory lane....more exactly, the eighties!   Oh how I loved that decade... As we head into crunch time, I am keeping my focus on gifts to give everyday...and when preparing to give on Christmas, I'm keeping open to the idea that gifts come in all different packages. Sparkly magical gifts, can come from the smallest,  least expensive,  sources...

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My eighth gift of Christmas is for all of you women folk out there, who have ever been fortunate (she says sarcastically) enough to have a man in your life, with a cold. Nothing reminds us more of who they may have been as little boys, than a head cold.  A cold is their cryptonite!    The man cold

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This sweet mama-to-be, was one of the many sights captured while on the hunt for a beautifultree last weekend.  Her eyes were such a beautiful color... and her coat like soft wool.  A real beauty.... I'm having computer difficulties - actually it's line issues. My internet provider has been intermittently bumping me off line, no warning or empathy!  Actually, they were really nice.  So my

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One day wen I was a kid, as I sat quietly in my Grandma's kitchen eating my breakfast listening to the radio, they announced John Lennon's death.  I was ten, and hadn't gone through the Beatles craze, and we didn't have You Tube or much music then, or any media like we do today.  I ought not have known about John Lennon, but in my heart I deeply felt the loss of him in the world.  I had a

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Winter brings all sorts of gifts with it... Tree hunting on a beautiful farm beside the Salmon River.  Water rushing with enormous energy, creatures all around, beautiful people sharing their gifts.  And one very fresh tree. Our annual children's Christmas party.  Six boys skating, shooting, crafting and eating.  It was a busy time, memories were made, lessons were learned ;)  So glad we can do

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So today's sharing comes directly from my heart...and has been brewing for a bit.  I wasn't sure how it would flow from me, until I knew... I wanted to share my love of photography, the everyday, gratitude, sparkle, winter and awakenings.  Of course it would have to be creative!   I wanted it to be easy and warm hearted and stylish.  Inspiring.  And I wanted it all to bring some girlies

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I'm not sure I've ever posted three days in a row - this might be a record!  And I've signed up for many more consecutive posts this month, it seems;)  It's all good.  I am really enjoying the process of  staying open and inspired, to opportunities to give small packets of love.  It's good for the soul... Today I performed a few small small deeds.  Set the coffee pot to deliver the dark goodness

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I have to tell you that making small changes and offering small gifts feels big.  B.I.G.  And with each one, I feel momentum behind me and it's a catchy sort of thing.  I am on the look-out for opportunities and it's like the best game ever.    In the spirit of inspiration, I will share ... Every other day or so, Dave bumps his knee on a parsons bench we have in our bedroom.  It's me that hasn't

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As this new calendar month flipped over into a whole entirely different Universe, one that means something substantially different for each of us, I woke with a smile.  And a whisper 'happy December' to those in my early morning world.  I had given this month some thought, as I do most important things in my life, that are at risk of changing.  And not for the good.  I was feeling a pressure

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We went out for dinner tonight...celebrate a pa day tomorrow.  Listen, we will look for any reason to celebrate! Or go out for dinner.  It's one of my favorite things to do. We went to a new burger joint in town, heard it was right up my alley.  And it so was.  I am a high maintenance eater.  First I don't eat gluten, so that eliminates so many foods and many restaurants.  And I don't eat meat

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I can't think of a simple thing to share today, without going into a long winded post...I've tried!  A good long winded post...about creativity and doing it just for fun.  Or... about the upcoming season and how important it is to keep a big solid {imaginary} boundary around you and your intentions,  and protect this special time.  Don't do what doesn't fit.  It's ok.  Remind me will you?  Or

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Ploughing through a long to do list, and making serious headway.  Working 24 hours in the past two days helped.  Having a partner around the house far more often, is allowing me to keep my promises and follow my heart, while he covers ground that is just as important and in need of attention, that in light of flu bugs and a busy time for Beautiful Day, might get a little less light.  I am in

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So let's see, it's been a bit since checking in here... I've been down and out with the latest version of that horrible cough and in one of my coughing spurts, pulled something in my neck (I know, only I could do this!) and so I couldn't sleep or move about without pain for about a week now.   So I fell behind in things, bit by bit.  At about the same time as all of this was going on, I loaded a

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Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you doYeah, they were all yellow         Coldplay Can't get that song out of my head today.  And this photo....well they just go together today.  Off to edit a shoot, design a Christmas card, photograph some art (Lindsey, yours too I hope), design a blog for a client and friend, send some work off  for printing....it's a busy day and

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