Starving Artist Ink.

things about my papa…

he is gentle, and quiet. but he’s also talkative and a story teller… (you just have to start asking the right questions)

he has this spark in his eyes… this light, that through no amount of pain, it’s still there… it lights up when you get creative, when you ask questions, when you talk about weird things… when you want to learn something new. when he wants to show you something. when he’s silly.

he gives me permission to see the world differently. to get excited over little things. he delights in teaching and learning and showing each other new things.

we had a set, (maybe two different sets, i can’t remember now) of encyclopedias growing up. anytime i’d ask papa a question about…anything, he’d first give me his answer, but if he didn’t know, he’d go get one of the books and flood my brain with all of the information. doing as much searching as he could to get it all–so we could learn about all of it.

he is an inventor. in the house, in the garage, in the kitchen, in his mind. he is incredibly talented and creative.

his imagination is as infinite as outer-space. and it lingers out there.. into new worlds.
i like to take a bit of it… i like to ask a bit of it. because i think it is so special to harvest and tend and cherish your imagination… it’s all we’ve got. and he never fails to supply me. he never fails to feed my imagination just as it craves.

he is a gentleman.

he is the smartest man i know.

i am his girl.

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every sentence i try to write, thinking about so many things i could say… as many stories that i could tell. i begin writing them, but then my throat gets all hot and tears start streaming down my cheeks…

my papa is an amazing man…

and i know that i am lucky to have that, because they are rare and unique.

and i am his girl…

i’ve known bobbi for a wee bit through flickr.  (it’s amazing how the internet connects us all… it’s such a beautiful thing.)

i was completely blown away by her style… and the fact that she was irish. ha! how horrible is that of me? but really, you don’t find too many people from around here that have such a fresh style…who have such a relaxing, beautiful..comfortable feel.

er… it’s just that people and photographers here are generally ‘traditional’ or a horrible ‘hip’ thing gone wrong.

well.. anyway. that’s all besides the point.

bobbi is a breath of fresh air out here.

and she’s sweet to boot.

so we had been meaning to meet up a few times. she lives on the same side of the country as me, but she’s out in the country country.

our meetings never matched up-and then just during the weekend she said ‘how about tuesday?!’

and so, i boarded the bus(s) for a two hour bumpy journey to bog country.

as you can see… the weather was lovely.

i mean, it wasn’t horrible and grey. but it wasn’t exactly sun and shine. (it’s GORGEOUS out here… i couldn’t stop staring out the window thinking about all of the possibilities and locations. too bad i don’t have a car..)

so we just got out there. she said she didn’t mind being cold. good for her! ;-p

and then we played.. and hid under the trees when it’d start to rain.. come back out from the shelter and take more pictures.. and hide again.

regardless.

i think we had fun.

and i’m pretty sure that she loves the pictures! which makes me SO happy. this was my first time taking professional photos with an animal. and a big one at that! and i am thrilled with the outcome.

you can see more of the session here (erin darcy photography)

1.nettles. fuckers. NETTLES.

yowch. my hands are stinging.. a leaf fell off of the fecking thing and landed on my toe. JUST barely landed. maybe it just blew it a kiss–and my toe is still on fire from it. arrrrgh. WHAT IS THE POINT OF THEM? WHAT GOOD DO THEY DO FOR THE EARTH?

baaah hum bug.

2. hexagons.

they are a bitch to draw. have you tried drawing one? go ahead.. try it. it looks SO easy right? simple little lines.. all the same length…

sigh.

3. pear cider. delicious. i’m still searching for strawberry though.. dreaming of it. mmm…

4. today is a hamburger day. beautiful and sunny and summery. but no hamburgers will be had.

5. heading to bog country tomorrow. la le la le laa. very excited about photos that will happen.

6. ready to use my camera. sorry no photos today. i mean.. i’d show you some nettles.. and some hexagon stuff.. uhm. yeah.

7.  laughing and laughing at alan carr. eeee i love him. i want to put him in my pocket.

go look him up, his stand up is on youtube.

8. wanna rent a car and take a road trip around ireland with me?

yeah.. i’d like to do that too. it’s not gonna happen. i can’t imagine driving in ireland.. eep! but doesn’t that idea sound lovely. mmm.

how’s your monday monday?

…and coffee too.

but my papa would say that it isn’t coffee unless it’s black.

that’s right…

no milk, and certainly no sugar.

bleuck!

besides… i can’t drink coffee unless it’s half milk, and three spoons of sugar.

needless to say-i don’t do it often.

but do you remember a while back-when i mentioned something about collaborating with some other photographers and coffee drinkers? how we would put together a book of images… where all the proceeds raised would go to helping one sweet little boy get the medicine and help he needs for autism.

well now, the pot has brewed…

and it’s being served in your favourite cup. (my papa rarely washes his in the dishwasher.. just rinses it.. lets the inside stay stained for a while… i guess it adds flavour to the mug.– he almost always always has it in the same mug)

go tell your barista to make up your something special, and flip through this little sweet that is just perfect for your coffee loving coffee table.

please take a moment and preview the book here

*all profit made from purchases with lulu go directly to sara smalley and her son.  to learn more about hekili, or to donate directly to their fund-visit here.

you are loved.