karen maze photoblog

I enjoy treading the line that separates sweet from creepy. Sometimes there is no line

my mind can’t comprehend the vast number of wires that you see here. As a result, I’m constantly looking at them. Staring. And inevitably they start to have relationships with the things around them and in the sky.

…and put up a parking lot. Also ‘down’ to yesterday’s ‘up’.

Canadian Thanksgiving was in October, around Columbus Day. That means no holiday barrier between Halloween and Christmas. All the stores have decked their halls and have carols playing already.

I’m picking up a knitting project I started way too long ago to admit. It will be finished! At the same time I’m learning to crochet. I think it’s the impending winter. I envision long evenings knitting and crocheting while the weather outside is frightful.

What do you read?

Photography and music. Light and sound. Heads and tails.

The wind is music, too. I want to photograph the wind.

It’s no Dick Van Dyke sidewalk chalk drawing, but I hope it takes you somewhere magical today.

I finally understand the desire to throw a big bash for a one year old’s birthday. Now I see that it’s as much about taking a moment to celebrate the fact that you’ve made it through all those “first firsts” (and everyone has lived to tell about it) as it is about cake and ice cream and pony rides. A whole year of being responsible for a little human’s well-being - we did it! I can’t say we made it look easy, but we had more fun than we ever knew we could.

Happy Birthday, my little nugget. We love you!

…and touch someone.

Playing with perspective lately. I like the idea that the bulb is the flower of the man-made-tree, producing a lifeless version of what nature’s tree uses to grow and thrive.