Friday, February 19, 2010

Mirror Mirror Wild Card Submission from Chrissy

"This is my wild card for the month!... Can u guess what my reflection is in??? It is in a room where most of America can be found daily........Yep I caught this shot in my bathroom... Saw my reflection on the top of my faucet....I like the concave look it gives, u can see the rest of my bathroom behind me....Ok, I promise, next month no more bathroom shots!" -- Chrissy

Thursday, February 18, 2010

February Others, Mirror, Self Submission from Billy

"Here is my entry for Feb. It was taken the second day after my daughter Andrea gave birth to twin boys. This is the reflection in the hospital room window. There was snow on the parking lot outside. Andrea was in a solemn mood and holding one of the babies. Aubrey (my
granddaughter) was being shown attention by her father and trying to understand the whole thing. The clock on the wall was appropriate because time was important. Andrew was not eating as well as Nathaniel, and I was worried that he may not be able to come home with
the rest of the family. Today all is well and he is eating much better once they found out that the hole in the nipple was too small -- life is so fragile! Enjoy every minute!!!" -- Billy

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

February Mirror Mirror Submission from Virginia

What is it about the eyes? You look into a person's eyes and you see many different things -- a friend, a lover, a mother, a father, a husband, a wife. You see states of grace, emotion, feeling. Eyes speak poetry. Eyes are called the windows to the soul. Just by gazing into your lover's eyes, you can see galaxies. Eyes can be capricious, flirtatious, weepy, blurry, angry. But maybe that's not the eye -- maybe it's the sum total of all the little muscles and frown lines surrounding the eye that conveys the emotion.

Been a little camera shy these days. So decided to do a close up. I have always loved my hazel eyes, I like how they combine the leaf green of nature with the animal-like brown. But I don't think anyone can tell from a distance if they are hazel. You've got to get close up, right in my face. Most people who I am not intimate with would say they are brown. However, even people who have looked deeply into my eyes on a regular basis would probably say brown. Even my husband hesitated when I asked him! (In all fairness, he was hesitating because he could sense it was a trick question -- lucky for him he finally said hazel, LOL!) So here's my right eye, unmade up, in the buff so to speak. My left eye has a black witch's dot in it, but that's another story. I think I shot this photo in macro, but it's a bit out of focus. You can definitely see the rim of green surrounding the tawny or chestnut brown inner circle. I got these from my Daddy, who my Mom once said had hazel eyes you could drown in. I wish I could see my Daddy's eyes one more time.

February Mirror Mirror Submission from Chrissy

"Yes, its another mirror shot!. I had just blow dried my hair and I had noticed how much my hair had grown out... The guy who cuts my hair was right- thank you Carlo, u have me for life!. LOL. Don't worry Virginia, I AM DRESSED, tho it doesn't look it... Oh and did u notice? Kalei just had to get in the picture!" -- Chrissy

February Mirror, Mirror Challenge

I keep hearing the Young Rascal's song How Can I Be Sure? in my head when I look at this journal page I created: "How can I be sure? In a world that's constantly changing? How can I be sure -- where I stand with you?" If you're a girl, you spend a lot of time looking in the mirror. It's such an obsessive habit: Do I need more lipstick? Do I like these earrings? Is my hem straight? Do I have too many frown lines? Am I getting old? What's missing? What's missing? What's missing? I have to consciously make my mirror my friend -- both at home and in the dance studio. The critic is so loud I often can't hear anything except the negatives. To debunk the critic in dance I often pretend that I am someone else (who is a good or "great dancer" in my book), until I get a feeling in my body that the dance lines I see reflecting back to me, are indeed mine. Sometimes I think, "Damn! I'm looking pretty good!" The close up mirror, however, is not yet my friend. I'm still working on that transformation!