15 Sunday Jan 2012
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© Lydia Hudgens
I live here on my knees
As I try to make you see
That you’re everything I think I need
Here on the ground
But you’re neither friend or foe
Though I can’t seem to let you go
One thing I still know
Is that you are keeping me down
From the song Gravity by Sara Braeilles
Why can’t you let me soar?
Model: Lauren DiMarco
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12 Thursday Jan 2012
Posted in America's Next Top Model, Art, Fashion, Photography, Reflections, Writing
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© Ukushu Khrystyna
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you might find
You get what you need
Rolling Stones
We are just over a month away from Valentine’s Day. This year instead of being disappointed by all the romantic marks my Valentine does not hit on the Big Day, I am going to think about all the little things he does to demonstrate his love for me all year long. Things like changing a flat tire, lighting the pilot light on the wall heater of my new home, crawling under the foundation to check the plumbing, climbing up on the roof to fix the chimney flue, teaching me the finer points of power tools, driving me to visit my ailing parents a thousand miles away, and going along with my foreign film choices count for a lot. Maybe giving me what I need instead of what I want is the most romantic gift of all.
Model: Ukushu Khrystyna
07 Saturday Jan 2012
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© Joan Currie – Vintage Underskirt
If this individuality is wiped away, the creative joy that crystallized it disappears, even if no material was lost, even if no atom was destroyed. And if it is lost, it is also a loss for the entire world. It is particularly precious because it is not universal. – Rabindranath Tagore
Bask in your own bright light.
31 Saturday Dec 2011
Posted in Art, Crafts, Photography, Reflections, Writing
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© Joan Currie - My Copper & Stainless Steel Journal
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. – Emerson
My journal is filled with wonderful memories of this year.
Wishing you and your loved ones all the very best for 2012!
30 Friday Dec 2011
Posted in Art, Crafts, Design, Reflections, Writing
Getty image
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
from What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why by Edna St. Vincent Millay
But what a song it was – it mattered not how short!
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26 Saturday Nov 2011
Posted in Garden, Photography, Reflections, Writing
© Joan Currie
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.
by Emily Dickinson – Autumn
My garden cherub beholds fall’s dramatic show of color.
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23 Wednesday Nov 2011
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© Joan Currie
Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty? And yet it all seems limitless.
from The Sheltering Sky movie, based on the book by Paul Bowles
Thanksgiving is almost upon us – savor every sweet moment of it.
21 Monday Nov 2011
Posted in Food, Photography, Reflections, Writing
© Joan Currie
A wagon stopped before the house; she heard
The heavy oilskins of the grocer’s man
Slapping against his legs. Of a sudden whirred
Her heart like a frightened partridge, and she ran
And slid the bolt, leaving his entrance free;
Sonnets from an Ungrafted Tree by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My table is laden with the fecundity of the season.
08 Saturday Oct 2011
Posted in Art, Photography, Reflections, Writing
© Joan Currie
The spray reached out and sucked her in
It was hardly a noticed thing
That Joan was there and is not now
(Oh go and tell young Featherstonehaugh)
Gone away, gone away
All alone.
Stevie Smith
This lonely shoe on the beach brought to mind the poem, Deeply Morbid. I was a little disturbed that the protagonist and I share the same name.
02 Friday Sep 2011
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© Lauren DiMarco
The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
D. H. Lawrence from Lady Chatterley’s Lover
That said, she can have both…
Model: Lauren DiMarco
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Satin & Sand 