PHOTOGRAPHY IS MY TRUE LOVE

“I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.”
~Emily Brontë

MANTIS

Last Summer I had Fun watching an observing Dragonfly's ~ the summer before that was
Butterflies! This year , the revamp of Gardens left me with no Butterfly Bushes.
My universe conspired for me an placed two precious Praying Mantis in my little flower pots on the back porch!!!

I have always believed Praying Mantis were goodluck!! Sacred an very special critters to me ~ I never knew they shed their skin as they grew. I had always seen them as adults, and marvel at
their tiniest youth sizes.
They are very tiny little being's in their beginning stages of life.

Only in NYC......

Peek.....

Peek ABOO..... baby close your legs... he's on it.

It;s the wolf in me....



To each their own, wherever you can make a home

a Castle you can call your own...look even some S.O.D outfront!√

He warned me.... "DON:T MAKE ME GET UP!"

He said, "DonT: You ...NoW...DON:T YOU DO THAT..noW Don;T YOU DO THAT!!!"
I DID THAT>>>I TOOK PICTURES OF HIM...He was pissed. He scared me , I jumped into my car and split!
This Chick was pretty amazing!

I mean seriously...everyone can get Paper , if they make it happen...You know what i;m saYIN:!!!!

Wiggin; it up on such a hot day...i don;t think so!!!

But I bet this dude is taking that sewing machine to take in or let out
a few inches in Regis;S drawers?!!!!! HUh , WHaT?? WELL OPRAH:S GONE!

This ChicK was groovin'' out to the music in her head....

She was air guitarin; it....or ...

Mini strokin; it up....

Home girl WAS FUCKED UP>>>> feelin; NO PAIN!!!


She gave a thumbs up with her cherry cigar in hand!!!!
She gave me a feeling like Janis Joplin was ringing through her ears!!!










Homeboy Must have felt my eyeball thru the lense.... cuz; he looks back...
Left me wondering how the walk up is gonna be for Homie!

Surprise...Smile i got you son!



This cat was sippin' on Perrier... he gave me the peace sign... all in the timing YO!

We are But A Wave in the Ocean......

“We do not “come into” this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree. As the ocean “waves,” the universe “peoples.” Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique action of the total universe. This fact is rarely, if ever, experienced by most individuals. Even those who know it to be true in theory do not sense or feel it, but continue to be aware of themselves as isolated “egos” inside bags of skin.”~Alan Watts
Collage by Caitlin Bottoms-Newby

Precious Life

The Duo of C aitlin, G.... Jung in my mind.....

INside the world of my art
beyond the walls
~~~~~where some live void~~~~almost dead~~~~~
I create my pieces in the dark
fantasy daydreams
bubble up in my head
one eye is clear
one voice is clear in the den
the butterfly call is my Zen
free floating girl
clean and pure

on the other hand the Butterfleyed Mask
is dark and unsure
looking out
from inside
hidden
within the flower boxed windows
safe and impure
muddled conscience
with bag in hand
looking for the door......
life is to be lived
not coveted


the antennae reach from the center
cat wizard
based in a tree...wearing a black dress
she holds two feathers....
one for you ~one for me


two to awaken thru the senses
the golden water demon is
a figment of our reflected
fragmented multiplicity
subliminal force fed Religions

Third Eye must see thru the veil
embrace masked uncertainty
rise up and make this your destiny....
The Transparency of Me is My Truth
to learn to braid my multiplicity into
the very heart an center of me
will forever be my youth......
~cat
welcome to the analogy of my art work,,,,,,

Rosaleen Norton

Light's Black Majesty : Midnight Sun: Lord of the wild and
living stars:
Soul of Magic and master of Death;
Panther of Night... enfold me.
Take me, dark Shining One; mingle my being with you,
Prowl in my spirit with deep purrring joy
Live in me, giver of terror and ecstasy
Touch me with tongues of black fire.
Fed with the fire at the Black Opal's centre,
I drink living silver in moon-quickened streets,
And star-voices ringing:
All Strangeness is with me
Towering, invisible, changing the Earth
Hatred and heavens are blending within me: They beat in the
pulse of the stars,
For a god in my heart cries with primitive splendour

....

And I hear, through the seething of luminous silence-
Secretive, vibrant, the sound of the Solitude-
Calling of others like me.
Quietly they come, flitting softly a secrets; light-footed,
velvety, swift...
With eyes gleaming green, lambent flame of the Opal.
Kindred... we signal our quick recognition.
I am I ... but I know we are we
Panther of silence; god of Night; Lord of the wild inhuman
stars:
You are my own; teeming soul of solitude.
Here is no lonelines, secret Master-
You, Dark Spirit are with me.

RN