Atlanta, Georgia Graffiti

3’s a Crowd

A portrait captures a moment that’s gone forever; they are impossible to reproduce. Street Photography: Sunflower Saturday. My goal in this series is to create a really awesome frame of people existing right then because they honored me time to share their world.
It can be a challenge to engage strangers as I walk along even in a friendly town like Savannah, the hostess city. This particular Saturday as we made our way to the Forsyth Farmers Market which is a common practice, my attention was drawn to a young woman radiating a positive smile walking the same direction. She seemed to be soaking in all the goodness this perfect morning had to offer and re-releasing it for anyone sensitive enough to the “good-good-good vibrations” that were her aura. Camera in hand asked if I could have the honor of sharing the splendid moment and blog it. “Yes, you can.”, her reply and I knew we were in tune, in sync for a fraction of time. Camera-hand-eye-face-light-flower-freedom-flow!

Radiant Joy

As I reached the farmers market it had occurred to me upon seeing a bucket of beautiful long stem sunflowers at a vendor, that my mindful model had already been to the market although we were both walking in the same direction.

I came to believe that morning, that the joy she found in a striking yellow flower was enough to share with everyone one who wander and strolled Forsyth Park. May we all encounter acts of beauty and freedom everyday as we walk along smiling like sunflowers!

A Photo A Week Challenge with the topic Silence.
There is a slight buzzing sound coming from the bedroom. Silently I peer into the door way. No, not buzzing, purring! And whimsical slow sighs. Stretched out on the bed as to be sun bathing, Benny has settled down for a morning siesta. Stretch long sweet kitty!



Wait it’s morning! I do recall hearing you scampering around all last night. Well I’ll hush now, cats are napping. All is right in the world today!

Whiskers flutter… little paws flex forward then back followed by an almost quiet chattering. Another sigh. I’m sure he is dreaming right now. 



A Photo A Week Challenge with the topic Weathered
Dear Daniel,
Why am I writing this letter? I don’t know… I guess I’m feeling kinda… down, left-out-in-the-rain. You know, weathered!
Remember…? Those times felt safe, free, FUN as you were riding up and down the drive way being pulled by your Abu?
Remember…? As you and your little brother rode in the school Halloween parade, proudly displaying your favorite costumes?
Remember…? One day you chose to sit on a bike, learning to peddle. 4 wheels guided steadily by Mom, then 2 wheels wobbling on you own, now riding confident, leaving my sure 4 wheels and painted red sides in the garage?
Remember…? Do you remember? That day you thought to pull me out and play in the yard. Around the house we went, then a drop of rain, then a steady downpour and you forgot to bring me inside. It’s ok. I’m steel, rubber and wood, rugged, all-terrain! Made of all the tough stuff so you can enjoy me for years. Strangely, though I find myself still here, outside amongst the bushes, moss and dried out withered leaves. Still on my side, slightly rusted and color faded.
Daniel, it’s a sunny day. Come outside and play! Set me upright, brush off the sandy dirt, get my 4 rubber tires on solid ground and run down the driveway… together… again!
I’m here.
Love always,
Your Radio Flyer!







While renewing a parking pass today my husband pointed to a message on the booth. It was like child’s wisdom we somehow forget!


(Crayon pictures not mine)