Posts filed under ‘treasures’

strokes of a pen

. . .

our eyes connected,

a few words spoken,

smiles exchanged…

for the briefest of moments

each one belonged to me.

only me.

. . .

though our time shared was brief,

their time bestowed will live in my forever…

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a few of my prize possessions…Mikhail Baryshnikov, Frederick Franklin, Alexandra Danilova, Suzanne Farrell, Patricia McBride

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One of the greatest classical ballet dancers of all time…

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January 2, 2015 at 2:36 pm 13 comments

an autobiography

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many pairs of shoes

each a different story

chapters of a book

penned with hours of sweat and blood

a once upon a time life

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opening nights, first tour, debuts, special events – just a few

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December 30, 2014 at 2:57 pm 28 comments

excavating

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digging through old boxes

discovering priceless treasures aplenty

resurrecting a distant past

I am alive again

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yours truly

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7 1/2 years old

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December 29, 2014 at 2:06 pm 22 comments

true love

20 years of life

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of dreams

fulfilled

~ now ~

undying

memories

of a true love,

which will never fade…ever…

ballet shoes

just a ‘few’ shoes…the extra special ones

&

my first pair of ballet tights

December 29, 2014 at 1:31 pm 19 comments

shiny bits

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finishing touches

accoutrements of splendor

remnants of a past

worn under lights of a stage

priceless jewels from a dream

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pieces of my Flower costume

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Note:  I did not vandalize my costume – after 12 years of lots of sweat, hair spray, wear and tear, cleaning and constant mending (in other words, costumes live a very ‘difficult’ life) – bits and pieces have a tendency to fall off.  The flower, which was made by hand, fell off of my headpiece.  The pink shiny thing fell off of my bodice and the earrings – well, those were worn for many ballets, actually.  I did not have pierced ears…yet.  (By the way, the trick to keeping clip and/or screw on earrings on one’s ear lobe – eye lash glue)

 

December 21, 2014 at 4:27 pm 6 comments

night number five

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made by tiny hands

special treasures from their youth

no candles required

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Jordan’s mat and menorah

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Jordan’s menorah made in 1998 of wood, nuts, glue and paint

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Peyton’s drip mat and menorah

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Peyton’s menorah made in 1999 of pasta, paint and glue. One lasagna noodle and ten rigatoni pieces  (tidbit of advice – try to use the pasta with the least amount of bend 🙂

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our corps de menorahs

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December 21, 2014 at 3:13 pm 1 comment

Weekly Photo Challenge – Dialogue

Dialogue between a Mother and Son

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Peyton – 2nd Grade – 2004

 

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Peyton’s mom – 2nd Grade – 1973

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My silhouette was cut out of special paper by an artist that my mother discovered in a magazine.  She sent him a photo and he cut the silhouette and mounted it on the paper you see above.  It is worn and a bit discolored.  Peyton’s silhouette was created in his 2nd grade art class.  The teacher placed a white piece of paper on the wall and took a photo.  The children were given the chance to use an overhead projector and trace the outline of the shadow on a black piece of paper.  The young artists completed their silhouette by cutting along their trace line.

Both of these silhouettes represent Peyton and myself at approximately the same age – 2nd grade.  What has always captured my eye is how much he and I look alike.   Through the years, I have thought these photos were in someway – communicating.  Yes, they are not facing one another and one is larger than the other, but in many ways they are…

Peyton and I knew one another before either one us ever had the knowledge that the other would exist.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/dialogue

August 30, 2014 at 12:51 am 13 comments

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