Monday, March 21, 2011

I heard the soft hum and thrum of the bees.

Wandering armed with camera and a hello I ventured upon a man slipping into a bee keeping suit, I asked him if I could watch him remove the honey, and I did. I made my way all around the little red hive, it was humming with the distressed bees weaving patterns back and forth from the hive. I would venture close and sing to myself,       
I'm just a little black rain cloud 
Hovering under the honey tree
I'm only a little black rain cloud
Pay no attention to little me
Everyone knows that a rain cloud
Never eats honey, no, not a nip
I'm just floating around over the ground
Wondering where I will drip 




The classic Disney piece. The honey was golden and perfectly formed into the little octagons kept in harmony with the eggs surrounding them. It was a beautiful collage of living, birth, and substance. Absolute perfetion. The way honey tastes when it settles in your mouth, like a symphony of taste and color.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Those things called Angels Kisses.



I am enchanted by freckles and it seems as though all my friends are just smothered in beautiful angel kisses, my secret favorites are the ones on shoulders, even my black friend Anna has freckles on her shoulders. So I catch them, non intentionally through "film".

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Biking with no knowledge.

I have been working at a little bike shop that resides on center street, its floors are sun lightened amd creak with the any movement. Big windows embrace the front of shop and anywhere you look bikes deck the ceiling and the floor. Its a place for men and the stray woman. Being the only girl who works there I have been thrown into a World of pedals, Zerts, and guys. The guys know everything you could want to know about a bike, and things that really wouldn't concern the average biker and i dont think any other thoughts besides those of when they are on a bike or building one. Shelby, tried with no avail to teach me how to build a bike, I watched and asked him questions while he pointed little metal things then no longer talked about a bike and just built it himself. Garret was a more diligent teacher he wouldn't touch a thing and wouldn't answer my questions until I attempted first, always with difficulty and complaining. I was even interrogated if I had ever picked up a weight in my life, I had to admit that I truly have'nt. These guys tease and bug me like brother would, but luckily I get only brief hours with them. Well I am a bike shop gilr with no knowledge, well litte, and apparently a Hipster.

                                                                 Well that's all Folks.