Bathroom Dance Party

Friday was Janice's birthday and she invited me along for martini night at Bricco. So many yummy choices! Decisions, decisions. Two martinis and a shot later, we gathered ourselves up and headed on over to Thursday's for a little dancing and picture taking. Janice and I moved the dance party into the bathroom and...


even got a stranger to participate in this week's shoot.

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Rosie the Cleaner

I had these grand plans to go out to one of the bars down the street for last weeks bathroom challenge, but it didn't happen. I was sitting around on Sunday, watching TV and avoiding real life, when I got the idea for this one. PBS was showing clips of a new seven part series about WWII, aptly titled The War, that will start airing on September 23. Listening to the women talk got me thinking about Rosie the Riveter and my affinity for everything 1940's. I was bored and still in denial about my real world chores, and well, all of that somehow led to this. Why do I need to clean when I can just take pictures of myself pretending to clean? Seriously.

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Rainy Day

The rain came down hard and fast. It was the kind that is blinding. The kind that makes it difficult to drive in. It ended almost as quickly as it had started. I turned the corner and everything was illuminated by the eerie, but beautiful, golden glow of the sky. I didn't look through the viewfinder. It was just point and click. Sometimes, I get lucky.

Bathroom

is the self portrait challenge of the month. My bathroom is very small, so this really was a challenge. It has a sink, toilet, and a tub with just enough room for a body to stand in the middle of it. I guess that's all I really need. However, there is not not enough room for a body and a camera mounted tripod, so I pointed the camera towards the mirror and snapped my reflection behind the shower curtain. This is the result.

May 21, 1928 - September 4, 2001

Grams
Originally uploaded by Mona Syko

Here are a few of my favorite images of one of my favorite gals, Elsie Mae, my grandmother.

It was 6 years ago yesterday that my grams crossed over to the other side. Crazy, how time flies by. A few weeks ago she came to visit me in my dreams. I have only had a few dreams about her since she passed. This time it was different. We were sitting together talking about things and then something woke me up. I felt so happy. I fell asleep again and the dream continued on, but in a different place. I awoke sometime later with the same happy and loving feeling as before. It is rare when my dreams continue. This is only the second time that I have experienced a strong lingering sense of love and joy afterwards. It's quite amazing, really. This is how I know that it's real.

I love you Grams! I'll see ya soon.