Honk Honk

Los Angeles looks like an enormous purple veil has been thrown over her. For the second time this year I get to experience the dream-like color of the Jacaranda trees in bloom. First in San Miguel de Allende, and now here in my own city. This morning I drove underneath these bright canopies of purple as the city was waking up. Camera in hand, arm through the sunroof, snap, snap, snap. Honk if you love the color purple as much as I do.

My sister Dottie has been visiting the last few days. Here she is on my porch getting ready for the morning photo shoot in the neighborhood. She was in the Moss sister morning gettup of sweatpants, sweatshirt, socks, slippers, and nightgown. Yes, this is what she wore as she meandered up my street in search of the perfect shot of my neighbor’s Jacaranda. No, I was not dressed better, except that I did have my old purple slippers with pom-poms sewed on the tops. Although after seeing THESE shockingly cool embroidered slippers I may need to buy a pair of my very own. I mean really, who wouldn’t have happy feet after a session with those beauties? 2 toots on the horn if you agree.

This is my visual journal. I’m always curious about what sort of house everyone’s journal pages live in so I thought I would show mine. My usual method of journal making involves gutting an old book, reinforcing the spine with bookcloth tape, and sewing in a few signatures of hot-press watercolor paper. This time I didn’t gut the book because the pages were thick and sturdy. I removed about half of them, reinforced the remaining pages with tape, and added some watercolor paper. I gessoed over the cover and will eventually finish it when the inside of the journal is complete.

Oh and just one more tiny thing. No I am not obsessed with my own reflection. Okay, well only a little. Whaaaaaat? I’m just trying to find the right about photo. The one that captures my true personality. My inner self. The REAL ME. For example this is my Shining moment starring me playing Jack Nicholson. I thought it was funny. My sister said it was scary and I shouldn’t post it. She said you would get the wrong idea about me. Mama Moss said it was a fine photo and not to listen to my sister. Brothah said he had to go and hung up when I called to ask him what he thought. I couldn’t call my other sister who takes photos in her pajamas because she’s in a plane crossing over the Rocky Mountains about now, but I think she would concur with Mama Moss on this one.