The Poetry, Art, and Photography of Her Royalness

More....

ciara13b@aim.com (ciara) — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 06:03:00 +0000

kid art, photos, etc., coming soon.

Flowers

ciara13b@aim.com (ciara) — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 07:35:00 +0000

Another of Miss La-di-da-di's creations. I had to use paintshop (not very well I might add), because she likes to put her name right in the middle of creations. LOL

*Sorry for the light that's kind of casted on the artwork. I tried my best with the camera I was using*

Now showing.....Miss La-Di-Da-Di

ciara13b@aim.com (ciara) — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 16:08:00 +0000

At the kids' school, they brought in an art teacher for a few weeks to give the kids art lessons. Mini-Me had like a week or two before Miss La-Di-Da-Di, but never brought any of her artwork home. Miss La-Di-Da-Di did, and here's one of her masterpieces. She loves art and says she wants to be an artist. I can totally see that. :)

Moon

ciara13b@aim.com (ciara) — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 06:55:00 +0000

Last night there was a Lunar Eclipse. These are just two of the photos I took. I wish I had a better camera.A couple of my favorite moon photos.

Lovers

ciara13b@aim.com (ciara) — Fri, 18 May 2007 22:33:00 +0000

Lovers
Originally uploaded by Allure + Desire.

Skin slicked with sweat

Body glistening

Memories of touch still remain

Tingling, warm, overpowering

The aftermath of love

I will never be the same.

My Ode to E.E. Cummings

ciara13b@aim.com (ciara) — Wed, 16 May 2007 15:53:00 +0000

Joining, bodies fuse

Slowly, becoming one

Reaching the pinnacle of desire

Crashing, waves all around

Beauty, Life, Bliss

Found!

The Mother's Day Gift

ciara13b@aim.com (ciara) — Tue, 15 May 2007 20:59:00 +0000

This is from Steve for Mother's Day. I just had to take photos.

The start of something beautiful.

Good Morning, Sunshine.
The face of nature.
Up close and personal.
Hibiscus self portrait.The Island Flower.

ciara13b@aim.com (ciara) — Fri, 11 May 2007 20:42:00 +0000

I grew up in the life of a Navy family. My dad served for 22 years before retiring November 1983. When Steve and I were in Hawaii, one of the things I knew that I wanted to do was see the USS Arizona Memorial. When you visit this place you can't help but FEEL. There are many visitors every year, and no matter how many people are standing in the memorial, there is almost always complete silence. I think most of these photos will speak for themselves.
Because the memorial wall was expansive, and I don't have the greatest camera, I had to take it in three sections. I decided on just putting the inscription....the tombstone, if you will, of over 1,000 men's watery grave.

It was basically impossible to take photos of the entire ship, but I tried to photograph what spoke to me.
Steve suggested that I take a photo of the flag that topped the memorial. This is what I got.

ciara13b@aim.com (ciara) — Tue, 08 May 2007 06:27:00 +0000

Steve and I took the kids to Columbia State Park one afternoon. As I waited for Steve and the kids to come back from visiting the old school house, I sat on a bench and began to write. It's not that great, but I try. :)

The Old School House

The old school house nestled between the trees
I hear the birds chirp a sweet melody
As the warm afternoon sun beats down on my skin
The breeze dances softly around me and begins
Its fluid movement through the grass and leaves
To the sweet music singing that spring is almost near
And there I see the children laugh and play
On this warm, sunny day.

Here are the kids in front of the old school house. Yes, I know you can barely see them, but this will be a rare photo with them in it.

Here's the inside of the old school house. That's a 'dunce' cap sitting on the stool.

I should give credit where credit is due. Steve took these two pictures.

Untitled #1

ciara13b@aim.com (ciara) — Sun, 06 May 2007 04:40:00 +0000

Grasping the flesh
Of this so-called ‘love’
Clinging to some form of sanity
From the being that is ‘us’
I drown in pool of memories
I wish you had never made
Hate courses through my veins
Of the monster I’ve become
And the self destruction begins.