Meri's Musings

1. Reflections 2. Bunches of flowers in pails at the grocery store. 3. A glimpse of a rainbow (especially double ones). 4. The hustle and bustle of Pike Place Market early Saturday morning. 5. A well-dressed window display. 6.  Old layered posters and handbills, peeling and fading, and making their own shabby art. 7. Star magnolias, showing off their dainty blossoms.

I don't know why I'm so drawn to walls with layers of paint and shabby old posters, with colors new and old announcing their presence. Perhaps it's that the wall's story is whispered through time, a history in which little glimpses of the past still peek through to the present in unexpected ways. Whatever the reason, you can expect to find me taking pictures of walls. Does that mean I'm a wall-flower? (I'm joining Deb for Mexico Monday , since all these photos were taken on our recent trip to San Miguel de Allende and nearby towns. )

It's self-portrait Wednesday again. I almost decided not to do a self-portrait piece today, because I had enough of cameras capturing my soul. You see, yesterday, I finally broke down and went to the offices of the upscale dating service I'd joined in order to do the photo shoot and video segment they mandate with memberships, a way of preventing false advertising, or more to the point: bait and switch. So the photographer clicked away and I tilted my head and showed my teeth and tried to look fetching and dazzling. The whole time I was thinking, "How demeaning. . . to be reduced to advertising just to find a date." Don't get me wrong. Mary did a fabulous job. The final four photos we agreed upon are wonderful, and I didn't even groan too emphatically even when I saw the full-body shots. Even though I have a full body. And when I get the photo disk I paid for, I'll do a little montage of the results of me trying my best to look fetching and dazzling. Now...