new cookin' spot

so i promised condo pictures.
here is the kitchen {that i can finally cook in}:

it's not too exciting. but it is for me. 

and, friend, make yourself at home. 

you can come through the back door and hang out in the kitchen anytime. 

where there is love, there is art {and food}. 

hanging out.

second annual hangout festival.

gulf shores, alabama.

rocknroll.

sand.

done.

where there is love, there is art.

home sweet home.

i just got off the phone with a{nother} friend who wanted to see pictures of my "new place." by the way, i moved this weekend! i move every year. it's just this thing i do. but i am pretty in love with this new place, so we will see if it sticks or not? i now live in a sunny, little condo across the street from homewood park. come have a brew with me on the front porch soon, yes? until then... i will give you a glimpse with a few photos a day. starting with, as you walk in the front door, the living room:

so there you have it! new post: the kitchen?

where there is love {at home}, there is art.

for the love of my beautiful state.

thank you.

tonight--- 

bottletree tornado benefit @ 6 p.m.

workplay theatre: trent dabbs (8 p.m.) and griffin house (9 p.m.)

where there is love, there is art.

missed me.

that boy has a new video release... today! you might even see a redhead somewhere in there for a second or two.


that matthew mayfield boy, he sure is good. isn't he? i love this song for a lot of reasons. but mostly because of the sweet heart it came from. here is what the boy had to say about it himself:

going in, the goal was simple: capture the spirit of a few unique communities and have the song tie them together. but as we went along, it become something much bigger than that. there are no actors, no sets, no scripts. i want people to feel connected as they watch... taking in all the different personalities and all the life in this community. i'm so glad we shot it in birmingham. home is such an important part of who i am and my roots will always be here. with the entire state in the wake of a major disaster, it's imperative that communities come together and help each other- and so many of these folks are doing just that. it's inspiring. 

where there is love, there is art.

the truth is...

even if she weren't my mom i'd go out of my way to be friends with her. 

that is so true.

happy mother's day to 

the {three} best mama{s} in the 

whole,

wide

world.

where there is love {of a mother}, there is art.

do what you gotta do.

oh my sweet baby james! i've changed locations annually, for the past six years. i'm not the type that likes to be tied down. as made obvious by... quite a lot.  here i am packing up cardboard boxes once again. there's something very interesting and thought provoking about packing everything you own into boxes. so here is a bit of my heart/mind at the present----

*i saw this cute, little chick in San Francisco a few years back. it was a good time.

Oh give me land, lots of land 

under starry skies above

Don't fence me in

Let me ride through the wide open 

country that I love

Don't fence me in

Let me be by myself in the evening breeze

listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees

Send me off forever but I ask you please

Don't fence me in

Turn me loose let me straddle my own saddle

Underneath the western skies

On my cayuse let me wander over yonder

'Til I see the mountain rise

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences

Gaze at the moon 'til I lose my senses

I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences

Don't fence me in

{thank you, mr. cole porter. one of the first great american songwriters. meaning he has a special place in heaven in my book}

where there is love, there is art.