"I am just as strange as you."
Every now and again, I have to post another photo of Frida. As a young woman (some years ago now) and as a Latina (of the Tex Mex variety), I needed her brave individuality to inspire my own. I am not as wildly wonderful. Merely in the making.
FRIDA QUOTE: “I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”
― Frida Kahlo
Posted on Monday, April 14th 2014
I’ve been keeping a journal for 41 years. It has saved me. I am certain of it.
I rarely read again what I have written, but I keep them all. What seems to matter most is the musing behind them, and the pouring over the rhythm of the words and the moment and the feeling in the moment. And the songs that came out. And the dreams that were jotted down. To remind me now at 50 that there is still so much more to come.
Posted on Tuesday, April 8th 2014
Jeremiah Johnson. Will watch this movie over and over. As a kid I had a crush on RR of course, but mostly I pined for solitude and living wild.
Posted on Sunday, April 6th 2014
Edith Head. Costume Designer Extraordinaire.
Posted on Monday, March 31st 2014
More awesome Jersey City mural art. Love turning a corner and finding something like this! #jerseycity #art #murals
Posted on Sunday, March 30th 2014
“Boy meets girl – from Outer Space” by Weegee (Arthur Fellig), c. 1955, New York
street art abounds in downtown jersey city. (at Downtown Jersey City)
Posted on Friday, January 31st 2014
HAPPY NEW YEAR! In this the Year of the Horse 2014, may all boot lovers and bootmongers find themselves riding high and well-heeled in delacav custom made boots!
Posted on Friday, January 31st 2014
Jan. 15, 1909: Shackleton’s Party Reaches the South Magnetic Pole
On this day in 1909, members of Ernest Shackleton’s Nimrod Expedition party discovered the south magnetic pole. Shackleton, who had divided up the team, failed to reach the South Pole. Upon his return, Shackleton was still hailed as a hero for his grueling and groundbreaking expedition.
In 1914, he placed in a London newspaper seeking recruits for his 1914 Trans-Antarctic Expedition.
”MEN WANTED: FOR HAZARDOUS JOURNEY. SMALL WAGES, BITTER COLD, LONG MONTHS OF COMPLETE DARKNESS, CONSTANT DANGER, SAFE RETURN DOUBTFUL. HONOUR AND RECOGNITION IN CASE OF SUCCESS. SIR ERNEST SHACKLETON”
Watch Episode One of Chasing Shackleton, a new three-part series that follows a modern expedition that re-creates Sir Ernest Shackleton’s Trans-Antarctic Expedition.
Photo: 1909 photo of the Nimrod Expedition (1907-09) to the Antarctic, led by Ernest Shackleton (Wikimedia Commons).
Posted on Tuesday, January 14th 2014
Reblogged from nickey · kehoe
Lindsay Wagner and Lynda Carter
The First Selfie
Robert Cornelius 1839
Posted on Thursday, January 2nd 2014
I had the uncommon joy of making a soulful sojourn to Inishmore 20 years ago on a wild rainy and cold day in November. The ferry ride and stalwart tatooed captain in a navy peacoat were cinematic on their own and that long ride across the North Atlantic could have been quite enough to inspire transformation. Lucky for me Inishmore had so much more in store. When I arrived on the dock, I knew I had to stay and just like that I rented a cottage for several weeks from a handsome red-headed son of the Aran Isles 5 generations strong. We were young and fell headlong into a mad love affair that rendered us reckless perhaps because we knew it could not last. He took me in and shared every story he could think to tell about the island and his people. He took me out to every known mystical place and others known only to the locals. I don’t have words for the native daydreams of those days that come to me more and more often lately. There are only images and senses and deep feelings and the sounds of the rushing wind and the ancient roar of the ocean overlooking the cliffs. On the day I boarded the ferry back to the mainland we wept quietly in each other’s arms. We did not say goodbye.
my memories of inishmore.
inspired by poem & photo by David Whyte, Poet:
Posted on Tuesday, December 31st 2013