“Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.”
Claude Monet
Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
Tomorrow be today.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


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I discovered this image taken over fifteen years ago in a small town on the Amalfi Coast, while going through a shoebox filled with old photos. As I strolled past a beautiful old church I was struck by these four men sitting together on a Sunday afternoon, the middle two deep in conversation, the bookends, content in their own thoughts. Each gentleman bore a unique expression though their emotions are difficult to interpret. As only in Italy, the fashion sense impressed, particularly the vivid blue socks and old style fedoras. The fellow on the far left sported a more casual but equally dapper attire with his jaunty tweed cap and stylish sneakers.
“Each sunshine-moment twinkles by
A white-winged, wandering butterfly…”
~W.T., “Honeymoon Cottage,” Chambers’s Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Arts, 1862 June 28th
“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.” Hans Christian Andersen
“Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.” Nathaniel Hawthorne
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I am not superstitious by nature, but this lovely, simple symbol of my Irish heritage is never far from my side. In fact, I keep it tucked in a small zippered compartment of my purse. Made from Connemara marble, the Irish Worry Stone so smooth and cool to the touch, is reputed to keep worries at bay and bring a sense of comfort to those who hold it. My mother loved these worry stones and often brought them back to friends as souvenirs when she visited her homeland of Ireland. My close friend Joe, who was diagnosed with Non Hodgkin’s Lymphoma at 32 years of age was the recipient of one of my mother’s worry stones. When he died, I visited his apartment where his mother was staying temporarily. As we comforted each other with memories of her wonderful son she asked if she could show me something. Entering his bedroom she gestured toward his night table. On the corner closest to his bed, lay the worry stone. I like to think that it brought him comfort.

Stopping by the supermarket yesterday I breezed past the various outdoor flowers and plants ubiquitous this time of year. My eyes fell upon a lovely, light pink rose-bush which I imagined would look pretty on my doorstep but it was the new item “standing” next to it that caused me to pause. Flip Flop planters! Three words immediately came to mind “Cee’s Oddball Challenge.” This strange yet captivating piece bore a resemblance to something in my past that I could not immediately conjure. After a few laps around the market the memory materialized. The leg lamp. It reminded me of that one-of a kind, leg lamp from the classic holiday movie “A Christmas Story” which the father won in a contest and prominently displayed in his living room window. Passing the whimsical planters once again on my way out of the store, I silently commended the artist on his/her creativity in
the matching pedicure polish…
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It always draws controversy. I recall a neighbor glancing at the painting with the discerning eye of a collector remarking, “How in-ter-esting!” Love it or hate it, it hangs on my bedroom wall. This vivid, lively swirl of jade green, orange and blue with the upside down heart (my interpretation) The painting that brings the memory of my father closer to me than well, many memories themselves. He loved this painting. Just glancing at it brings him close to me again. We never knew where he bought it or who the artist. Likely, one of this beloved auctions or tag sales. They say scent is the strongest indicator of a memory yet for me, the visual of this painting is like going home, vividly.
The vividness of a garden flower in bloom
Every August we spend a week at a fly fishing club in Vermont for our family vacation. As our sons grow, we also enjoy the ritual of a new sweatshirt purchased at summer’s end for the upcoming Fall school year, compliments of Shaw’s General store. This past summer’s choice was a vivid yellow. I love the way it appears against the backdrop of the lake and a sunburned nose.
Caught Red Handed
Our Toy Fox Terrier found her way into my son’s halloween candy bag and helped herself to the sweetest treat in the loot. I love the expression on her face when she was uncovered.
A dolphin and a boy share a smile. A turtle emerging from the depths. A camel in transit on the NJ Turnpike. Our backyard pheasant taking a stroll…http://ceenphotography.com/2015/06/04/cees-black-white-photo-challenge-animals/
On the way down the front porch steps to fetch the morning paper I encounter a trail of pink petals, damp, fragrant and delicate. Compliments of our kindly dogwood tree, unable to hold onto their fleeting beauty during a fierce wind storm the night before.
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