Thursday
04Feb2010
088
Thursday, February 4, 2010 
she drank in the light even as the grey threatened to swallow the last of the winter rain
Thursday, February 4, 2010 Friday
29Jan2010
087
Friday, January 29, 2010 a week of pink with liz : friday
(pretty in pink found in old montreal during a february mini vacation with my love)
i like mini vacations and i love traveling somewhere in february. its an odd time to travel especially since i never actually leave this big ol' country of mine to venture someplace tropical but this year as with last year, i am heading to the closest thing to tropical we have in this frozen iceberg of country, the vancouver coastline.
this year, i will be staying with my beautiful friend, maddie and that is a whole lot of sunshine even if its slated to rain the entire week i will be there. rain is better than snow about now and i hear that spring is starting to show her pretty face in the vancouver area with new buds and trees blossoming. spring doesn't really even start to flirt with us over in this part of the country until the later part of april and doesn't really get down to business until may.
i am planning on packing my pretty purple rainboots and my pretty pink umbrella,
(polaroid sx-70 / expired 600 film)
also my sketchbooks, some art supplies and a few cameras. but. mostly. i am going to soak up the salty air, walk on the beach, dream, laugh, twirl in the rain and just be. i really can't wait.
am also super excited to see my sister's new painted digs ... her home always makes me feel relaxed and being with her reminds me life is filled with possibility.
i am in desperate need of a vacation and now that its friday and i have survived a crazy work week, i am again feeling pretty grateful for my life and the fact that i am about to have a proper much needed vacation.
pink is sort of peaceful i think,
(slave lake is not the ocean but it is the body of water that holds my heart)
Tuesday
26Jan2010
086
Tuesday, January 26, 2010 a week of pink with liz : tuesday
in among the riot of colour, sunny yellows and lime green daffodils, a pretty pink leg rose up and revealed the pink flamingo. she stuck it in the ground because its ironic statement gave her joy as the snow fell from the sky and covered the magic of bloom. a frozen pink flamingo laughing at the winter winds, standing proud.
it reminded her of a movie she once saw, a desert brown lawn and faded pink flamingos and a woman with purple grey hair and a worn housedress, faded and burnt out lightbulb flickering at the edge of the motel town.
she looked down at the soft pink slippers that adorned her feet and remembered how she had picked them out and purchased them with her milk money while juggling the knapsack that held the books that would give her a piece of paper to chain her to a desk of tapping keys. she had wrapped them in newspaper and painted pretty pink stars over top and then helped her grandmother, shaking hands, cancer eating away at her bones, open the package. her grandmother only wore them a few times, warming her feet before the cold washed over her finally taking away the pain.
she watched as three girls laughing, shiny hair swaying, mini skirts swishing, seemed to dance by her house in a fit of giggles pointing at the pink flamingo. standing faded in pale pink worn from too many winter storms, still proud but leaning slightly to the right side, an errant sweet pea winding up a chipped leg. she reached up and tucked the hair, strands of silver winks back behind her ear. there was whimsy in it all even while she knew, she was one pink flamingo away from being a cliche.
Monday
25Jan2010
Friday
22Jan2010
084
Friday, January 22, 2010 i wonder what would happen if i tumbled up the rabbit hole and found the earth upside down. would i land in the soft cold comfort of your lap cradled in the faint musty smell of tomorrow's promise ...
... or would my cheeks blush deep red as your rough sting caressed my smile in the soft pink wink of night's arrival.