Textured Thursday

Good cop, bad cop

Things have been difficult here lately -- nothing earth-shattering, nothing about my own little family, just enough to leave me a bit drained. Hoping, in fact planning, to make a spectacular comeback this week.

May your own week be spectacular, safe, and sunny.

A day late, a dollar short

Just the way we roll.

A textured Thursday

With a touch of green, to boot!

Prayers, hope, and help to the people of Japan and those in the path of the aftermath.

Pinch me.

A little over a year ago, I was contact by someone on behalf of Lark Press. She'd found one of my ABC Along photographs on Flickr and wrote to see if I'd be interested in submitting it for possible publication in an upcoming book.

Sure I'd be interested! She encouraged me to submit any other photos of letter forms I'd taken, and so I carefully put together a package. Literally tied it with a bow.

And then at some point gave up hope, having heard nothing. Well, I told myself, they probably contacted hundreds of people. I chided myself for having gotten so whipped up about it in the first place.

Today I received an email that I *almost* didn't open, but it sounded vaguely enough familiar that I did open it, to learn that indeed I had been selected. Oh Joy! And then, to open the preview image of the cover and see that there, right on the cover, is my very own letter "D."

Can you believe it? I cannot believe it.

It comes out in May.

If it weren't for blogging, and for Vicki's project, this never would have happened.

A textured Thursday

Memory

Without any great sense of purpose or schedule, I've been slowly, erratically working my way through the few boxes of my mother's things that have landed here with me.

Just now, I came across this photograph -- me, at about age 8 or so? -- taken at the beach that was in walking distance from our house. We spent too many summer days there to count, cooling off and rinsing off sand on the way home by walking through the sprinklers set up to give little city patches of grass some relief from the summer sun.

I don't remember ever seeing this photo before. My parents, both photographers, were very casual with drawers full of photos primarily taken by my mom with the film developed and the photos printed by my dad. This one is, so typically, just a contact proof, printed by laying the negative right on top of the photo paper. Not chosen to be printed individually, not balanced for exposure, not even with all the dust blown off (I've cleaned it up in PS just a little).

It makes me smile to think that spring is coming, and after that, summer. Maybe we'll get to the beach this year.