Rock Wall

I have been in St. Louis for quite some time now, visiting my family. I went on a late night walk with my mother. We were walking around the neighborhood that she grew up in, South St. Louis. We would come to a spot in the neighborhood and there would be a story that was associated with that location, the corner mailbox that she dropped a twenty dollar bill in, instead of a letter, the house that her seventh grade crush lived in. We came upon the most beautiful rock wall I had ever seen, and although I had walked in the neighborhood before, I completely passed over it. This wall was not only beautiful, it too had a story. The first owner of the house was a man that was a member of the Italian mafia. The wall was built with steel inside so that if there was ever a drive by that happened when his children were playing outside, the children would still be safe. I went back the next and this is what I captured.

Hello Beautiful

I just stumbled upon this creature in my grandmother's back yard.

It's been soooo Long

I have not forgotten you, my blog, my favorite blog, of all my blogs. I will return, to you.

Breakfast or Was it Lunch?

Beaded Tent

The start of something big! I hope to have my whole room filled with beaded strings some day. So far, there are three.

Picturing Childhood

This is the photo exhibit at the Nelson right now, Hide & Seek - Picturing Childhood. When I was looking through the exhibit I found this photograph, pictured below, taken by Wendy Ewald. When I took photography in high school, we had to study a photographer and take photographs as they would. I actually choose Wendy and did a series with Ellen. This is what we came up with. I didn't fix the photograph for long enough. It is starting to brown.

Crocheting

This is the first hat that I crocheted. I had no idea what was to come from this red yarn. Result = Hat.