tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242661042024-03-07T05:01:44.703-05:00robyndogstar"Do not try to bend the spoon, that's impossible instead only try to realize the truth 'there is no spoon' then you will see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself..."Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-79523347051412371342010-07-25T07:24:00.000-05:002010-07-25T07:26:10.754-05:00hot-hot-hot so hotand the sky opened up as I sat on a candy red chair. <span style="color:Red;"> </span>his voice was<span style="color:Red;"> </span>drifting off, the top of my head was gone and the sky was being inhaled by a rather large energy. I could feel the gentle breeze pulling,<span style="color:Red;"> </span>then pushing my arm hair. I was truly not the only one breathing; he was breathing as he mouthed the word "hospice", the squirrels in the yard were panting; hundreds of house sparrows shut their mouths. "I'd like to be allowed to die," he said. Yes, it was a hot day and we were all gasping for fresh air. The heat of the day had burned my skin. and the sky opened up with a gentle rain, a soft sparse rain, I swear I-only-counted-seven-drops kind of rain. I looked down at the document in my hands, his living will. and the sky snapped shut.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-38897145098129488492009-09-14T15:32:00.002-05:002009-09-14T15:36:08.005-05:00tribute to Hope<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfV3vbwERMADycATYDeyKBl_Ms-sMm42vTce1tB_fDt5hbAcaI7JdcF-7IPmUEbM_dSH2dQ0qQ8QKOXkj1nMBEJwQVocqxrfNV_EtzdGbDQC56JVOGbMAW95jjzkAteP32CcVw4w/s1600-h/NYC-Hope.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfV3vbwERMADycATYDeyKBl_Ms-sMm42vTce1tB_fDt5hbAcaI7JdcF-7IPmUEbM_dSH2dQ0qQ8QKOXkj1nMBEJwQVocqxrfNV_EtzdGbDQC56JVOGbMAW95jjzkAteP32CcVw4w/s400/NYC-Hope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381423999408783970" border="0" /></a><br />Sweet and gentle. Loving and kind. She brought me from fear to love on many occasions.<br />thank you Hope.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-36011583610439597662008-10-07T06:41:00.002-05:002008-10-07T06:43:16.632-05:00the eyes have it<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_u9Vo9MfJHmb9D0WtAjtDRGeVifOt1Kpr7N32Yi_0eAadqM5Rd6N6t-AYr1lAuaDVYl0ocEu4bDJdxcTYLMYC-I93c4fgMHLsu_hp5AGMiz4yCVFNR082sIlzj1ojOpjmkIrtw/s1600-h/eyes+glasses+panaramic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_u9Vo9MfJHmb9D0WtAjtDRGeVifOt1Kpr7N32Yi_0eAadqM5Rd6N6t-AYr1lAuaDVYl0ocEu4bDJdxcTYLMYC-I93c4fgMHLsu_hp5AGMiz4yCVFNR082sIlzj1ojOpjmkIrtw/s400/eyes+glasses+panaramic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254376008507388178" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE6uvVzwmXC8rso7Fm-zreR4SvXbjkfv7kxohF_3fuU6ndpQK6Iz-71ljOZSG6jmUyF_39YhM425Y6OytTIgoUZVBscmrWlFcthGEc_wTJnCxFzni9n1PVi2w2Z036fYJjc05ktw/s1600-h/eyes+shut+panaramic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE6uvVzwmXC8rso7Fm-zreR4SvXbjkfv7kxohF_3fuU6ndpQK6Iz-71ljOZSG6jmUyF_39YhM425Y6OytTIgoUZVBscmrWlFcthGEc_wTJnCxFzni9n1PVi2w2Z036fYJjc05ktw/s400/eyes+shut+panaramic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254376010020104338" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Cj7lpqqLPm7IwJ9xH9FvwuqNUth9iFnDnk4PR6i5JyRYH40ZlqeoRBBGx7fcwH0ediV82ga0GO8zib-q74bRzZcXEwaVEbuPVyQ71puwP6wfhOuiRsfaI-V7Zx1TUXh2RlVmjw/s1600-h/rob.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Cj7lpqqLPm7IwJ9xH9FvwuqNUth9iFnDnk4PR6i5JyRYH40ZlqeoRBBGx7fcwH0ediV82ga0GO8zib-q74bRzZcXEwaVEbuPVyQ71puwP6wfhOuiRsfaI-V7Zx1TUXh2RlVmjw/s400/rob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254376013266323730" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-88548095358537370912008-01-30T23:58:00.000-05:002008-01-31T00:00:54.425-05:001981<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiercKJtxp-zRVLz8rPlkSvZRdc1D2VsUgfrhdukEVdJGA3VqCBvkb_4K-NGUtwd4Oo7bq_E0LpGLsP4GbqKB9WttSa-VhnSS6DRcoFXijdTZTvKKlulBQdeeURjlhzSxOFLWjWSw/s1600-h/Robyn-@Art-school.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiercKJtxp-zRVLz8rPlkSvZRdc1D2VsUgfrhdukEVdJGA3VqCBvkb_4K-NGUtwd4Oo7bq_E0LpGLsP4GbqKB9WttSa-VhnSS6DRcoFXijdTZTvKKlulBQdeeURjlhzSxOFLWjWSw/s400/Robyn-@Art-school.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161500836933137826" /></a><br />My thesis all around.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-31211197618006842712007-08-25T09:33:00.001-05:002007-08-25T10:15:22.628-05:00grace slick or tilda swinton<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ciuwlmxaCmScmudhX0eDVxL21zdsTw9Q8NGfgaueWZTpgEj6Ozq8jjHQO4jq6CmPO-YAPywoeJznI4FoJCKvCyFrMCqAW9EzZQYy7JJEvIfY-xFWU5Sz6ZBZMCQFd992a_gg6w/s1600-h/Robyn1967+sm+copy+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ciuwlmxaCmScmudhX0eDVxL21zdsTw9Q8NGfgaueWZTpgEj6Ozq8jjHQO4jq6CmPO-YAPywoeJznI4FoJCKvCyFrMCqAW9EzZQYy7JJEvIfY-xFWU5Sz6ZBZMCQFd992a_gg6w/s400/Robyn1967+sm+copy+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102646902039554642" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijXmZUEP6iiyX0iuSBub8MeoA6_SDomQ0QEd3Z_p-JLWP5MtHoveWlmot0YCtbV49EGp0NLjAkszOtZY5lARbOqIcgJqhvTEYtv2SgmnWeVg_osUyAqLfwps5qo-bEFzvqgaF4iw/s1600-h/grace+slick.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVP5Y9bT67mReRMxhitllnVoDFG91_RmZcE_vRPtA8u3TWZA5Bd19EOPfYZdMWHMFf7XSgk6CSB7ARfuR5LDTYH8f7puvVC5qnP433KhJ66S0m5h1Azn-7oDt9iV7BGd4_xCPvg/s400/Tilda+Swinton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102646515492497970" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/Rqt9E8HNyZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FBiCNUL_IO0/s1600-h/aphrodite.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/Rqt9E8HNyZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FBiCNUL_IO0/s320/aphrodite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092301327481817490" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/Rqt82sHNyYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6Of-tBV2wXc/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dh34wKONrg4/Rqt82sHNyYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6Of-tBV2wXc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092301082668681602" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-50592726771378875862007-07-08T23:01:00.000-05:002007-07-08T23:02:38.551-05:00internal storm cometh<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6h1doHcYhtkgwlGNhzrjfWs6oP_c7U705pvD6GIuB3lJJNgnuQCbFgMUXepfFXMHZ1fQLqBd627Pky8ZaB0iVHCUyuEodEvr0Hj5X05zM5ZTc_gDDjFl6odyaU15EFjrYkDwqA/s1600-h/%236-sequencing+.gif"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitK0i-vsqj_KdWc2mZcD06BXY42gva6tTTDxC1lN1FfkpHF1yMx99LRQz5mnPOjtDgXKlBFo1IJlS-KwMUdFO2qrjrfTmcSKRJk407Y2l7qsnGuRWEf63isSvobcMxrmiBj1OfeQ/s400/DSC01471.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085033825737614642" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1160765380986454032006-10-13T13:48:00.000-05:002006-10-13T13:49:41.003-05:00Tribute my sister's first born sonThis is dedicated to my sister's first born son who died last Sunday morning.<br /><br />1. Beyond Dreaming<br /><br />My open heart sleeps<br />Eyes over your so still form <br />I see my flowing <br /><br /><br />2. The Dream<br /><br />Dreamed a blue Jay lay<br />Upon curling leaves of brown<br />Feathers iridescent last May<br />Now this dreamy blue, just lay<br />Alchemized into ether today<br />Sentinel-Jays circled down<br />Dreamed a golden you did lay<br />Upon curling leaves of brown<br /><br />3. Nightmare: The heart is a many chambered muscle<br /><br /> The heart is a muscle <br /> with a needle's pierce <br /> the tissue contracts <br /><br /> One bite into a heart shaped apple <br /> ripped open your infected gums <br /> red to crimson strep spread <br /><br /> Today you lay on a gurney <br /> awaiting your second go ‘under the knife’ <br /> family energies circle <br /><br /> Guttered candle wicks upright <br /> we imagine white light, holding <br />your body as the gift we know it to be<br /><br />4. My Sister Wakes<br /><br /> When you fade away<br /> My first born son, I will dress <br /> You in memoriesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1156128118525259842006-08-20T21:41:00.000-05:002006-08-20T21:41:58.536-05:00Fall, a murder of duckscamouflaged hunters sat, poised<br />my canoe rotated<br />china blue sky spun<br />wood ducks flushed<br />boom boom boom<br />I grabbed my throat<br />a scream escaped<br />my partner blocked his ears<br />we spun violently<br />red, yellow and brown leaves<br />moved upon the waters surface<br />away in concentric circles<br />as the wild birds fellUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1155938592977371632006-08-18T17:01:00.000-05:002006-08-18T19:17:41.706-05:00once upon a time when I was a very little girl<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6459/2513/1600/little-robyn.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6459/2513/320/little-robyn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I just wonder who owns the shadow...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1155046138037607872006-08-08T09:06:00.000-05:002006-08-08T09:12:45.726-05:00Great Joy<a href="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/2006sky--water.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/2006sky--water.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />This last sunday was Ric's memorial.<br />I looked forward to the community gathering and sharing but dreaded it's passing. Like holding a fresh picked Indian Paintbrush flower that within two seconds of pinching off the hairy stem all the life escapes it's vibrant body. A special something that inhabited the lovely wild thing, that is never to return as that flower again. <br />So we sat in a hot room; listened to music, cried, laughed, and spoke of a man who never criticized anyone or their art. Who accepted his diagnosis of a cruel and virulent cancer as a gift. Who for the last eight years of his life opened his heart in a gentle and kind way to all who came to him. Even at Sloan-Kettering during his stem cell agony when he could barely pull himself off the bed, he sat up and listened to a young woman visitor who was in great mental pain. He was a Buddhist. <br />Ric was often scruffy with food and paint on his large t-shirts and jeans. And his hair! A young artist described how his hair resembled a burdock thistle. It was soft brown straight hair that moved in the slightest breeze. He would push the wispy strands away from his face while he concentrated. <br />He was a collector of ideas, words, images and people he would embrace then release. When he spoke- it was a often gathering of strange and surprising images that slowly escaped his mind and lay like marvelous exotic seeds before his students. <br /> <br />On Sunday's he would sit in a local cafe with all the newspapers on his table open waiting for people to come and discuss anything and everything. Many came. He was open to the unknown...<br />His death a was peaceful passing from conscious to the unknown, he was a man who was comfortable within himself. He was a teacher who opened doors that seemed locked. He unlocked my creativity when I was sure it was gone. All the paintings I have posted on this site have been inspired by his great joy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1154629817366011962006-08-03T13:26:00.000-05:002006-08-03T13:30:17.386-05:00Oregon the green and fair<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6459/2513/1600/Robyn-in-Oregon.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6459/2513/200/Robyn-in-Oregon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />My image captured during a blissed out moment in Oregon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1154574257750329842006-08-02T22:03:00.000-05:002006-08-02T22:04:17.760-05:00poem about to be publishedOtter Lake Clan<br />(A Community in Forest County, Wisconsin)<br /><br />We Indians gathered<br />the scent of sweet grass spiked <br />as women weaved baskets<br /><br />my, mixed breed, great-grandmother laughed heartily <br />as a hand carved pipe, filled with pungent tobacco, passed around<br />to Lumber barons, white people<br /><br />My, white, Grandpa was such a flirt<br />he pinched flesh<br />so many born without his name<br /><br />red onion dyed threads attached to the baskets<br />as the umbilical cord twists, giving life<br />too many adopted<br /><br />my mother was born, out of the mystery of these unions<br />many whispered how she had high cheek bones<br />We are one, weaved into the tight sweet-grass basketsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1154085880762552982006-07-28T06:23:00.000-05:002006-07-28T06:24:40.773-05:00boyz in RED<a href="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/robertwilliamred2006.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/robertwilliamred2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1153425696246763712006-07-20T15:01:00.000-05:002006-07-20T15:01:36.260-05:00Invisible NotesI have a ghost who lives in the hall<br />he likes to tease me with noises<br />late at night scratching on the wall<br />invisible notes he pens in the hall<br />his antics are quite a pall<br />while my peace he busily destroys<br />I have a ghost who won’t leave the hall<br />he continues to tease me with noisesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1152926479999179492006-07-14T20:19:00.000-05:002006-07-14T21:22:22.416-05:001979<a href="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/Robyn--tie1979.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/Robyn--tie1979.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Photo take of me while I was in art school.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1151078613692043822006-06-23T11:02:00.000-05:002006-06-23T11:03:33.706-05:00Now<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6459/2513/1600/80pixRobynJune.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6459/2513/320/80pixRobynJune.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1151027319932911932006-06-22T20:46:00.000-05:002006-06-22T20:48:39.933-05:00today<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6459/2513/1600/DSC00162.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6459/2513/320/DSC00162.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1148742099663327642006-05-27T10:01:00.000-05:002006-06-10T11:34:08.683-05:00The Keening ReelAs we were driving to our vacation on Plum Island, in the flooding rains on May 13th, a rich voiced baritone was singing Irish ballads on the radio station WGBH Celtic Sojourn. We passed a serious accident where a black car had rolled into the median strip and was laying on it's side. Everyone was quite shaken and we were snailing along highway 495. The traffic looked like a big wet slug. A state cop had just arrived and was on his tip toes peeking into the drivers side window. I was praying, keening and brimming full of Irish music love. Then on our way back from our weeks vacation we had three hours of Irish music to bring us home. The music took us up and down. Between weeping and laughing, out of joy, I was notably moved. <br />I think that's when this story began to take is ghostly form:<br /><br />The Keening Reel<br />“I can put the image on your arm.”<br />“No. I want them nestled between my breasts,” Maighread insisted. It was about the dead. She was always a little in love with death.<br />A sharp pin is not so different from a razor and a cutting hunger. <br />“Why do you want the image of a woman kissing a skull,” he asked.<br />“Shut up,” she bemoaned.<br />The picture wrinkled in her clutched hand. She had promised herself she would endure the physical pain and no longer the psychological. Transferred from her heart to her skin, she would wear the agony on the outside now. <br />“No longer haunted by you!” she whispered under her breath, “everyone will be able to see what you look like and wonder. Then you’re on the skin of their eyes and crawling into their minds. You will no longer have power over me.”<br />As the inked pin danced over her milky skin the transference began. She could feel a blue sadness and old ache deep inside for her sister dear on the day they had slipped her young body into the waters off the lurching ship. Into your bony arms and held by your greedy lipless kiss she had been commenced. Many a night in the fluidity of dreams she could see them both stepping across the water’s surface only to have the Gulf of St. Lawrence yawn open and swallow her flushed feverish body. As if the dance had worn her sister out and your embracing bones did take her down to rest in your bed of sand.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1146599898580002882006-05-02T14:57:00.000-05:002006-05-02T15:39:56.326-05:002006<a href="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/2006robynwatercolor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/2006robynwatercolor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1146446214560763372006-04-30T20:14:00.000-05:002006-04-30T20:16:54.573-05:00robyn1981<a href="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/robyn-1981.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/robyn-1981.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1146441508687010672006-04-30T18:57:00.000-05:002006-04-30T18:58:28.696-05:00Warm colors over a cool ocean<a href="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/2006ocean-warm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/2006ocean-warm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1146439592159933712006-04-30T18:25:00.000-05:002006-04-30T18:26:32.160-05:00Ocean 2<a href="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/2006-Ocean2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/2006-Ocean2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24266104.post-1146439234455744762006-04-30T18:19:00.000-05:002006-04-30T18:20:34.456-05:00Ocean blue<a href="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/2006blue-ocean.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c55/RFlatley/2006blue-ocean.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1