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True. I think I’ve only gone hiking with my kids and friend Bridget who I’ve known since I was 3 and who fully gets my weirdness-especially since she is safety supervisor for all my art ideas that often involve serious risk of injury or hypothermia or drowning or impalement...

Taken in February while I was in NZ and on a long morning walk. Last night I had a dream where I was back in Auckland and there was something odd with the sun, but it still managed to rise and I took this photo again. The rest of the dream involved looking for people.

I haven’t had much down time over the last two months, and this is all I’ve been thinking about today. Chamomile tea, fire, a read of The Little Prince before moving back into Jung’s Red Book and being able to breathe a bit. I still have tons of client work to catch up on, but decided to slow down a little this evening, the editing and writing will still be there when I wake up at 4am.

Last night I heard a Lionel Richie song while out and about. It took me back to when I was 8, and would get to visit my mom sporadically for overnights while she lived in a halfway house, and then in a womans transitional housing building. At night she’d listen to the radio, the lights off. I’d be laying on a blanket set on the floor and she’d be smoking in her bed. I’d lay there and listen to her inhales and exhales and to the music which in memory was always Lionel Richie, while watching the glowing end of her cigarette till I fell asleep. My birthday that year was shared with a boy named Michael, and my name was misspelled on the cake. All I remember of him is how much delight he took in terrifying me. He’d tell me stories about ghosts, aliens, and werewolves while pretending to see them. I was easily scared, because I was a child with a too big imagination and when you are small with parents who are not dependable, you already live in a state of fear and uncertainty.

Off to the Life Ball for the evening, covering it for the magazine. Taking my Ava dress out for a spin. May be the last time since it’s a bit large now-which is extra sad because Pinup Girl no longer makes them. I realized I’m not looking at the camera. It’s becuase at this moment the woodpecker I’ve been in battle with was about to begin attacking my wood siding. I am often yelling at it. It doesn’t listen.

Two years ago I photographed vintner Jean-Charles Boisset. Hands down the most entertaining and unforgettable shoot I’ve had yet...I was laughing so hard that I was not sure if the photos would turn out.

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