“Behold, my friends,
the spring is come:
the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun,
and we shall soon see the results of their love!”
— Sitting Bull
|My bff of the Stephens Clan and I in Xela, Guatemala|
"The beauty of emotion, sometimes, is how irreducible it is to language. That’s why people place hands over hearts when they talk about love. It’s why they sometimes shake their head, gaze up, and use their hands when they search for the right way to describe something."
Tia Guera as DJ and navigator,
Mom as back seat "consultant",
Paulina as fun,
Mama as Love
And I'm behind the wheel.... as chauffeur
All: Car Dancing and Karaoke professionals
|After a full day of travel everyone was ready to get some food in the belly|
And in some true vacation style, with some live music surrounded surrounded by the beach people with savage tans, warn flip flops and a slow pace.
|And this beach house is incredible.|
|a photo of my abuela's successful morning mission to bring down ripe papayas with a broom.|
|Meridian Hill Park|
The park is so beautiful and when cutting across town I try to walk the steps.
I"ll be happier when the weather warms and the fountains are filled.
|Stickers Everywhere. The new graffiti|
|On my third time moving back to D.C. I've vowed to take advantage of the Smithsonians|
(there are 18 of them)
So much amazing beauty and for FREE!
This is the National Gallery of Art.
|Loved this one. |
Something about her face...
|I like the contrast of old and new architecture around town|
|This deflated pumpkin is how I feel about this long winter.|
|enjoyed this art piece at an event in Adam's Morgan|
b/c I remember using these kinds of skates at birthday parties growing up.
|National Portrait Gallery Courtyard by night.|
Felt like I was on the inside of a golf ball.
Its was awesome .. .
|If I were a Piñata, I wonder what I would be filled with?|
|Took me back to my Flamenco dancin' days...|
heel stompin' and castanet clickin'
|More dc street art in the Mt. Pleasant neighborhood|
|The colorful homes gave me that warm fuzzy feeling |
remembering the crayon box of colored homes of Antigua Guatemala.