“Itchy on the Fence”

Street Performers

Some depend on meager

Talents to get by, often

Rebuked, while

Everyone watches and

Everyone judges,

Thinking they’re soulless because they’re homeless.

copyright Robyn Graham

A couple of street entertainers in Portland, Oregon.

August, 2013

Itchy on the Fence

The inhale, literally a second after I asked if I could photograph him.

Itchy on the FenceThe exhale.

Itchy on the FenceFeeling great!

Itchy on the FencePerforming with his wife and fellow musician.

Itchy on the FenceThe wife creating music on a make-shift violin – a saw.

Itchy on the FenceFeeling the music.

Itchy on the FenceThe day’s wages.

Upon writing this post I do not know that the couple in the images is homeless.  However, while in Portland in August we did see a large number of homeless people, some of who were street performers.  The acrostic poem is dedicated to all those who, for whatever reason; choice, recklessness, drugs, alcohol, mental illness, etc. are homeless and trying to get by with the little money they make putting a smile on the face of a tourist or a local by using whatever hope and talent they have left.

The Daufuskie Island Lighthouse

Today’s post includes another image from our recent trip to Hilton Head, SC.  Daufuskie Island is accessible only by boat with most native residents being descendants of freed slaves.  The island offers a vast amount of history for those who are history enthusiasts.  You can visit the following link to learn more about the lighthouse pictured below:  http://www.daufuskieisland.com/sol/ghost/.  Legend has it that the lighthouse is haunted by a ghost named Maggie.

To learn more about the history of the island, visit http://www.daufuskieisland.com/.

The Haunted Lighthouse

Our Baby is Five

Our baby is 5 years old today!  Even as blessed as we feel about having her in our lives, I have a confession to make.  When we first found out I was pregnant with Gracie we were in shock, me especially.  Sam had just learned how to tie his shoes, we could travel without a diaper bag, or stroller, life was good, and we were running a man to man defense.  I was starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel of toddler hood, and thinking about the possibility of going back to work part-time.  And then, on our 10th wedding anniversary, with a 7 year old and 5 year old, we found out that I was pregnant.  This wasn’t what we’d planned and we were overwhelmed.  I cried for a couple of weeks.  When I went to the doctor and they placed a huge red AMA* on my chart and read me the list of risk factors associated with pregnancies in women over 35 as though I had committed a serious crime, I began to panic.  I wondered how in the world I would manage this new test of patience, sleep deprivation, etc. with the closest family being 1,000 miles away.  I was being selfish and silly but I didn’t realize that until further into the pregnancy.  This simply wasn’t in my plans and the surprise threw me for a bit.  And then, after much thought and prayer, I realized what a blessing had been bestowed on us and I began to embrace the pregnancy and the thought of the additional love within our family unit.  Once Gracie arrived, there were no more negative thoughts, just awe and wonder and thankfulness.  We, as a family, are thankful each day for this little bundle of personality, sassiness, silliness, attitude, beauty, and love that we were so graciously blessed with 5 years ago.

I mentioned the word blessing a couple of times in the above paragraph.  The name Grace means blessing.  This name was given to our daughter because that is what she was to our family, a blessing.  We like to think, that after my father passed away after an 8 month battle with esophageal cancer, he got to heaven and told God that I needed a daughter for the years to come.  He requested a blessing for us that we didn’t know we needed.

To celebrate Gracie’s birthday my mother, sister, nieces, and I took Gracie to NYC to visit the “American Girl” Doll Store. We had a very fun lunch at “Ellen’s Stardust Diner” at 51st and Broadway.

Trumbls, our waiter at “Ellen’s Stardust Diner” is an aspiring actor. Here he is singing to Gracie. To learn more about “Ellen’s Stardust Diner” and their support of aspiring actors, actresses and musicians, visit: http://www.ellensstardustdiner.com/.

Gracie and her look-alike “American Girl” doll. She had such a special day! If you haven’t already done so, visiting the store is a worthwhile trip for mom’s and daughters. To schedule lunch, dinner, or tea you can visit the “American Girl” store website at: http://store.americangirl.com. There are stores in several major cities.

Birthday breakfast. Gracie decided to sway from the traditional birthday breakfast of Great Grandma’s Kuchen recipe and have pancakes this morning.  She’s a girl who knows what she wants, even when she has a summer cold and an ear infection.

Attempt number two…..


For You….Mom and Liz

My mother and sister, and her daughters came to visit this week.  I haven’t laughed so much in months and enjoyed absolutely every moment of the time we had together.  Despite the loads and loads of laundry and the stacks and stacks of dishes, I am missing them tonight.  It feels almost like a homesick Sunday evening…ever have that feeling?


Miss you Mom, Liz and girls!

A Sign to Catch the Eye

Driving along the road the other day this sign caught my attention.  It made my husband and I laugh to think of Abraham Lincoln’s face above a sign that holds this message.  The message in and of itself was humorous…a throwback for sure with the waterbed.  Do they still make them?


Thoughtful Thursday

The last of my travel delay images…

The backpack was camouflage......

Was someone in trouble?

The Delay III

Another image from my time spent in the airport last Friday.

People watching has to be the best free entertainment in the world.  It is captivating and the hours pass by so quickly when there are people to observe.  This image may not be the best technically, but I love it.  It speaks volumes and images that tell stories are, to me, the best.  I had my shutter speed set to 60 and was actually focusing on the man looking at magazines when the others quickly popped into the frame.  The result – significant motion blur.  Does it bother me?  Not all.  To me it defines what air travel is – fast paced and often rushed, at least in my world.

The Delay

No one is a stranger when your flight is delayed.