this week in photos

since i'm not so into the typing these days (i'm taking a new tack: my arm is not busted, it's healing.), y'all get to enjoy some of the photos i've been having fun taking left-handed, holding the camera upside down, of course. how do real lefties take photos, i wonder? do they have to get special cameras? or perhaps they just give that bit of control to the most responsible finger on their right hand. i don't know, but geez, shooting lefty is an awful production for me.
anyway, pictured you will find (in no particular order, i figure you can figure which is which) two swans at twin ponds, who were exceedingly cooperative models and posed for me for like an hour... my amazing friend karen's bottom half, on a hike at twin ponds. if i only had an ounce of her style (perhaps i wouldn't be rotating the same 3 t-shirts on a daily basis).... my fantabulous sisters, elizabeth & catherine, being silly together (such fun they are.... even after having had them in my life for like 6 years, i still feel like having sisters is like this incredibly precious gift in my hands, unexpected)... my sister liz, laying around on the floor of the day care i live in (long story) during our sistergirls' night on saturday.... also, my dear friend amanda in the woods at sunken meadow, the amazing sky reflecting in her sunglasses..... the woodsy/watery scenery at sunken meadow..... i've been spending lots of time outside lately. fall in new york is somewhat breathtaking, most of the time, and i'm in a particular position to be able to enjoy it right now. so i'm hitting twin ponds, welwyn, sunken meadow, and every other outdoor paradise i can find.... and feeling weirdly grateful for this strange time.

a whiny rant

it's been a big forever since i've blogged. not typing much these days. complications with the arm. i'm in this strange limbo state- i have more free time than i have ever had in my whole life, but i feel frustrated by how little i can do with it. i'm trying to use the time. to read books i've put off. to fully watch movies. to see friends. to take (weirdly-angled-because-i'm-shooting-lefty) photographs. to take exceedingly long walks in my little suburban neigborhood.

you know, i write it down and it sounds rather idyllic. except that my friends have jobs to go to, they can't play every day. and i'm bored of my neighborhood (and my movies and my books). what it comes down to is this- i want to be able to work. to scrap, and stamp, and teach and write. and all of that is off limits right now. and i'm tired of the pain and the uncertainty and the doctors and the lawyers and the effing sling. i'm tired of new pain medications that don't work and i'm tired of lying on my couch, huddled around my all-natural heating pad (a teddy bear full of rice that i stick in the microwave and which gives off a strange, old-apple scent). i've always been this diesel girl, even inexplicably so. i can move refrigerators and carry tons of groceries really far and in high school i was the cheerleader who threw all the other cheerleaders in the air- and now i feel like this little weakling thing. i have no stamina. lifting a 20 oz. soda to my lips with the wrong hand by accident will put me out of commission for the rest of the day. so i'm a bit cranky. but enough of the rant.

i am alive (you think i'd act more grateful- not everybody gets hit by a car and then stands up to ask "are you f-ing serious?") and i am mostly ok and even when i get cranky i have friends who are excellent to play with. photos are 1. from a recent jaunt to twin ponds with my lovely and talented friend karen, and 2. my lovely sister catherine, during our middle-of-the-night photo shoot on a sistergirls sleep-over at my house on saturday night.