<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741</id><updated>2011-10-03T22:16:12.923-05:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='construction'/><category term='artwork'/><category term='dad'/><category term='island'/><category term='nibbler'/><category term='metal'/><category term='tool'/><category term='welder'/><category term='St Lucia'/><category term='grinder'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='art'/><category term='boat'/><category term='memory'/><category term='mixed-media'/><title type='text'>Reflections of an Austin Artist (HeatherHarrisArt)</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog by me (Heather Harris)-an Austin area mixed media artist!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-6508285977154026499</id><published>2011-08-09T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:34:38.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St Lucia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed-media'/><title type='text'>The Story Behind Helping Hand</title><content type='html'>Imagine yourself on one of those tourist adventures in &lt;a href="http://http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&amp;sugexp=gsihc&amp;cp=16&amp;gs_id=71&amp;xhr=t&amp;q=tetons%20st%20lucian&amp;qe=dGV0b25zIHN0IGx1Y2lhbg&amp;qesig=bqLzPbkzBzlE8ikfjPinig&amp;pkc=AFgZ2tlp5d3_i3USConpNVwBkufsmTll-R8tiz0VrDCbRD0ffMdybA26RlMl1J7vdGDaxRw6dJWh_BlhoGm3MJdYHXh2v72msQ&amp;pq=boat+tours+tropical+islands+rum+punch&amp;gs_sm=&amp;gs_upl=&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.&amp;biw=1200&amp;bih=598&amp;um=1&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;sa=N&amp;tab=il"&gt;St Lucia&lt;/a&gt; (a tropical island in the West Indies). Imagine that you just completed the open-topped-jeep part of the adventure and you saw parts of the rain forest, a cocoa plantation, some waterfalls, the Gros and Petit Pitons (volcanic plugs),  and some sulfur springs. You ate lunch at a picturesque, quaint restaurant that overlooks the Caribbean Sea.  Now you are relaxing on the boat part of the adventure.  There’s rum punch for all, made in a plastic garbage can, and the music of the island is blaring in speakers that probably need replacing.   You are enjoying the warm summer rays on your face and the wind in your hair as the boat  glides over the aquamarine colored water.   Beautifully and brightly colored houses and shops line the shoreline as you pass…… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was where I was when I captured the image that inspired “&lt;a href="http://www.heatherharrisart.com/details.php?id=270"&gt;Dive Shop&lt;/a&gt;”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_-V2F9rtnQ/TkH6gZQ7GYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qsyqo94Vzto/s1600/DiveShop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_-V2F9rtnQ/TkH6gZQ7GYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qsyqo94Vzto/s320/DiveShop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Upon coming into view of the dive shop, I observed several young men in a small boat and they appeared to be fishing.    I couldn’t see from where I was, whether or not they had been successful in their attempts to catch fish.  Who knows, maybe they weren’t fishing at all.  But in my mind, and in my memory, they were.  This scene stayed in my mind as I left this beautiful island of beautiful people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home, this adventure and scene inspired several works of art.  As you, may or may not,  know, I always create my work in groups of two.  One piece is the image ingrained in mind (and in pixels). The other is an interpretation of the scene in an abstract or figurative way.  Everyone needs a “&lt;a href="http://www.heatherharrisart.com/details.php?id=307"&gt;Helping Hand&lt;/a&gt;” and now and then, so far away, back at home, I wished this for them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PfOr1zK52lY/TkH6vYyNwcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UpkUhjkQXa0/s1600/HelpingHand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PfOr1zK52lY/TkH6vYyNwcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UpkUhjkQXa0/s320/HelpingHand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about St Lucia (though not an authoritative source :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Lucia"&gt;St Lucia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-6508285977154026499?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/6508285977154026499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=6508285977154026499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/6508285977154026499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/6508285977154026499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2011/08/story-behind-helping-hand.html' title='The Story Behind Helping Hand'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_-V2F9rtnQ/TkH6gZQ7GYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qsyqo94Vzto/s72-c/DiveShop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-8078746856602177253</id><published>2011-07-25T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T21:44:30.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grinder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nibbler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='construction'/><title type='text'>My Dad, the Benchwarmer!</title><content type='html'>No, this isn’t about sports, and my dad was a good athlete,  so I doubt he sat on the sidelines much. This IS, however, about a “bench.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always LOVED using my hands, working with tools, and creating  “stuff.”  My first recollection of constructing  anything  was when I made  a “bench” for my dad. I don’t recall my age.  If I had to guess, I would say I was between 5-7 years.  I don’t remember, either, whether the “bench” was for his birthday or for Father’s Day.  I do, however, remember  how ingenious,  creative and innovative I felt I was.  This “bench” was the best idea ever and  would be a wonderful gift!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my dad actually helped me build the “bench, ” but the idea was MINE.  First, we (he) cut  a 2” x 4” board into 3 pieces. We used a hand saw and mitre box.   This is the actual saw and mitre box. (My dad keeps almost everything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PiozTER0uws/Ti4nmcM42II/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2_VmZsO9Ah0/s1600/mitrebox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PiozTER0uws/Ti4nmcM42II/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2_VmZsO9Ah0/s320/mitrebox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second,  we connected the three pieces with nails  and a hammer (sorry, he did NOT keep the bench to show you):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFP2jP_HQdU/Ti4nvV-2FoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PGV5vG7Qr8I/s1600/bench.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFP2jP_HQdU/Ti4nvV-2FoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PGV5vG7Qr8I/s320/bench.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I painted the “bench” myself in shades of blue , and presented “my” gift to Dad.  He was grateful, but, I’m fairly confident that he never actually warmed the bench. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ917le2CMs/Ti4n40otedI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DJcOjceNYpk/s1600/benchpainted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ917le2CMs/Ti4n40otedI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DJcOjceNYpk/s320/benchpainted.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this first memorable experience of using tools and construction, I learned to be proud and empowered by my ideas.  I still feel that way each and every time I finish a piece of artwork now!  My tools today are much more sophisticated, however!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v65aShGkGzk/Ti4opO8CerI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Tw1sWGSZ43E/s1600/welder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v65aShGkGzk/Ti4opO8CerI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Tw1sWGSZ43E/s320/welder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LAv1YdxikXE/Ti4oo-aX99I/AAAAAAAAAEw/v-_7W05vLXs/s1600/chopsaw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LAv1YdxikXE/Ti4oo-aX99I/AAAAAAAAAEw/v-_7W05vLXs/s320/chopsaw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-8078746856602177253?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/8078746856602177253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=8078746856602177253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/8078746856602177253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/8078746856602177253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-dad-benchwarmer.html' title='My Dad, the Benchwarmer!'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PiozTER0uws/Ti4nmcM42II/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2_VmZsO9Ah0/s72-c/mitrebox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-4111196665608896741</id><published>2011-07-06T00:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T01:00:28.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Name Change- 2 X</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Saturday, I changed the blog name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, I changed the blog name again. The new new title encompasses me better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the blog wagon I go (again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-4111196665608896741?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/4111196665608896741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=4111196665608896741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/4111196665608896741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/4111196665608896741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-name-change-2-x.html' title='Blog Name Change- 2 X'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-5015215016101823296</id><published>2010-03-03T16:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:50:09.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wow...a long time</title><content type='html'>well..not sure why i haven't updated the blog.. A LOT has happened over the past 18 months...more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-5015215016101823296?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/5015215016101823296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=5015215016101823296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/5015215016101823296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/5015215016101823296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2010/03/wowa-long-time.html' title='wow...a long time'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-5086692394439045158</id><published>2008-09-02T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:54:55.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned over Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The lesson of the weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scroll please, on your text messages anyway, or at least make sure the party you are sending the text message to scrolls to read the entire message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If not, you may say things you wish you wouldn’t have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How I learned this lesson:&lt;br /&gt;I started hanging out with Katie (name has been changed to protect the innocent), a new friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We hung out a few times over the weekend. It was fun and we got along well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Monday (labor day), I sent a text along the lines of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Aww sorry to hear that…..but work is good too….. (she had to work on Monday)&lt;br /&gt;[space] (and this space is important as you will read)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna come out for dinner later in the week……. (with another line or so) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She never responded. So I took the non-response as a no to the dinner invitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I proceeded to write a very honest e-mail to her regarding my thoughts about the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just as I sent it, I thought to myself, “Self, WHY did you just send that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You don’t even know Katie very well.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn’t unsend it, though I wish I could have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had she had an AOL account, I could have, but she didn’t, so it was sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At this point, I thought that sometimes we shouldn’t be completely honest with people we have just met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t advise dishonesty by any means, but perhaps a reserved honesty.&lt;br /&gt;Awhile later, she responded with her own honest e-mail about where she is emotionally, which was eloquently written and a relief to read, because all pressure on both sides was dismissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Katie never scrolled to read the rest of my message because of the [space]. So I risked putting my emotions out there by sending the email when I didn’t need to and probably shouldn’t have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, yes, I still wish I hadn't sent the e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I resent her the text about dinner, to which Katie asked it the invite was still open for "hanging out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"  I said, "Yes."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, I am debating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Shall I just cancel, because I am embarrassed about having been so honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in my e-mail, or 2) Shall I take another risk by being a bit uncomfortable when I first see her again, in order to build a beautiful friendship?…………………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scroll Please&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[space]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[space]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[space]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[space]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder if she likes spaghetti (whole wheat), salad and steamed vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I will send Katie a text (no [space], though, so she won’t have to scroll).  ha ha..and perhaps she will pretend I never sent that e-mail.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-5086692394439045158?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/5086692394439045158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/5086692394439045158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-i-learned-over-labor-day-weekend.html' title='What I learned over Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-7703984269877745465</id><published>2008-05-08T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:25:46.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Pecan Street Art Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Saturday May 3,  2008&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that I never wanted  to do the Pecan St Art festival.  Thousands passed by my booth, and I spoke with  many interesting and fun people.  My location was great!  I was on &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; St&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;  between San Jacinto and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brazos&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  Since many  people entered at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brazos&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I was almost at the  beginning.  It was awesome!  A very exciting part of Saturday was when a couple,  Tom and Kenda, came into my booth at the very end of the evening and ended up  purchasing 3 pieces!  Yeehaw!!  This was the first time this had happened, so it was very,  very exciting!  They came into my booth and decided on Austin Alive, but then  they decided to get 2 more.  Their reasoning was that RAWR represented Tom,  Behind Every Great Building represented Kenda and Austin Alive represented the  two of them together.  This was a cool interpretation, And very exciting!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday May 4, 2008&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at my booth to find that  it had been inhabited overnight by a visitor.  There was security, but the  person obviously entered my tent when the security patrol had passed.  He/she  left behind liquid remnants.  The velvet cover on from my table was soaked with  urine.  I am sure that he/she didn’t want to get caught, so by urinating on the  velvet cover, none leaked out to street giving away his/her location.  It  was soooooooo disgusting!!!   Luckily for me, the 24 hr store across the way gave me  a plastic bag so that I could take the cover off and wrap it up. And I had  antibacterial wipes with which to wash my hands afterwards.   I was fortunate  enough to have another velvet cover that I used to replace the wet one. As a  matter of fact I have 5 total velvet covers, so the person could have stayed for  3 more nights (J/K--gross)…  My neighbors happen to sell fragrance oils, so Kiki  came over and dropped some around my booth.  Ocean Breeze replaced the yucky  urine smell….Ha Ha……..I will definitely find a way to lock my zippers so that my  tent isn’t as easily accessible.  The whole story is very funny  now…….………LOL….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In addition to the overnight visitor  excitement, I spoke with several people about possible exhibitions.  Both are  local restaurants, with &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Kerbey  Lane&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; being a place that I really like to eat  (especially their Kerbey Queso…yum yum….I love cheese).  I am not sure exactly  when the exhibitions will take place, but I will update you as soon as I  know!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Overall, the Pecan St Art Festival  was a great time!  I love people watching and talking with people so it was  right up my alley. The days were long, but well worth it.  I will give it a try  in the fall so that I can compare to my results this past weekend.   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Madonna CD is excellent.  I have  listened to it non-stop for the last week.  I really like it.  My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;favorite song  on it right now is “She’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Not&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Me.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-7703984269877745465?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/7703984269877745465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=7703984269877745465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/7703984269877745465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/7703984269877745465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-pecan-street-arts-festival.html' title='Old Pecan Street Art Festival'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-5779138088618728768</id><published>2008-04-28T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:24:06.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo--Madonna's new CD out tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Woohoo........Tomorrow Madonna's new CD comes out.......I can't wait!!!!!!!  I have been listening to her last CD (Confessions on a Dance Floor) over, and over, and over, and over.......getting ready for the new one......I have even heard rumors that she is coming to Austin for a CD release party..........we will have to see if they are just that--rumors............I am not sure she has ever been to Texas,  so it would be awesome if she were to come here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be getting up early to try and get the CD before work tomorrow........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-5779138088618728768?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/5779138088618728768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=5779138088618728768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/5779138088618728768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/5779138088618728768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2008/04/woohoo-madonnas-new-cd-out-tomorrow.html' title='Woohoo--Madonna&apos;s new CD out tomorrow'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-6611939403498266238</id><published>2008-04-10T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:05:41.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacramento and San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday March 13, 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I arrived at the Sacramento Airport and was picked up and greeted by my old “friend,” Cheryl, whom I have known for over half my life now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems crazy that time goes by so fast, and that I have known her that long.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were roommates at the Air Force Academy and lived together in Tucson for a few years after we both left the Academy. I hadn’t seen her in 9 years or so, and it was truly great to see her and be able to spend time with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The plan was to take sunset photos of the Tower Bridge in Old Sac.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We walked along the Sacramento River (I think this is what it is called) searching for the right spot, which we found on the deck at Joe’s Crab Shack on the river.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once the spot was found, we browsed in some stores.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was such a cute area!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Cheryl invited some of her friends to join us for dinner, of whom I really liked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had good time at dinner, though we ate outside and it started getting a bit cold (thanks guys for eating outside!).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The pictures of the bridge didn’t turn out as well as I would have liked, but so it goes for an artist/photographer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After dinner, we headed back to Cheryl’s house, outside of Sacramento.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She and I took a short trip down memory lane by looking at photos from Tucson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, I did not remember many of the times portrayed in the photos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cheryl asked me why I thought I didn’t remember.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t have an answer when she asked, but I do now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday March 14, 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yosemite was the plan for the day!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Woohoo!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t wait to see this park!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We left Cheryl’s house in the late morning, and stopped by Starbucks where she ordered a triple- shot-caramel macchiato, and I ordered my usual venti-quad-no-whip iced mocha. Then we started on our way to Yosemite.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cheryl drove, so I cannot even tell you the roads that we took, but it was a beautiful drive, with green rolling hills, cute farmhouses, and a reservoir.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She pulled over many times so that I could take photos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked a lot, and listened to music, and sometimes said nothing at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;It seemed as if the connection we once had was still there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I suppose that some lifetime connections will be always be there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Upon arriving at the park, I took photos of Half Moon, Bridal Falls, Yosemite Falls and many more formations.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It was so beautiful, and I was in wonder each time I pressed the shutter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realize how insignificant we are, compared to nature and all of Earth’s powers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So cool! So Cool!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was snow, but it wasn’t too cold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next time, I will have to make time for camping (in the already provided tent cabins) and spend several days there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;I really want to be there when the flowers are in bloom, and get some shots of Mirror Lake. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After the park, we made our way to Cheryl’s aunt’s house, who lived close to Yosemite.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her aunt was crazy and fun and had made us a wonderful dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yum Yum!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really great to meet her and talk with her about some of her life experiences!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has had a very interesting life and many, many experiences.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;From her aunt’s house, we drove back to Cheryl’s where we once again talked (about movies, in particular Miss Congeniality, and elephants, etc.) and listened to music.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At one point, Cheryl stopped to pick up a rock for her backyard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has a thing for rocks, which is pretty cool and interesting (she has done an amazing job of the pond in her backyard and the waterfall into her pool, both of which are made of rocks, and I was mighty impressed with her work).&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday March 15, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started with Cheryl bringing us (Cara and I) coffees from Starbucks, which was really nice of her to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I was introduced to the music of Ani DiFranco.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had heard her name before, but had never listened to her music.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has a great voice, and her songs are really moving (since getting home, I have even ordered some of her cds).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After coffee, we decided, on the advice and of Cara, to go to Monterey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So to Monterey the three of us headed, listening to Madonna, Melissa Etheridge, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, I was watching the scenery and do not know the roads that we took.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But along the way was a windfarm, and I don’t know how many windmills there were, but there were a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried to capture a few shots, and hopefully got a few good ones, even though we were moving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once we arrived in Monterey, we went to a rocky shore where there were tide pools.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The view was extremely beautiful, with the blue-green waves crashing against the rocks, and the puffy white clouds hovering over the ocean providing an even more dramatic effect against the blue sky.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;An awesome sight it was!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the tide pools, we drove the 17 mile drive to see the beautiful oceanside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the 17 mile drive, we dined at a restaurant on Fisherman’s Wharf.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Then it was time for sunset photos from the tide pool rocks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The tide had come in, and there was a cute seal swimming around, though I was not able to see it very well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sunset was gorgeous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love this time of day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the sun sets and the air seems so quiet,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am in a world of my own taking in the beautiful color changes in the sky, in the rocks and in the water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is definitely my time to be in awe, self reflect and capture the ever-changing light of day.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday March 16, 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the day to go to San Francisco and spend some time with my own aunt, Gay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cheryl and I got up early to go and take sunrise photos of the Tower Bridge before heading to San Francisco.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a little chilly that morning, but the sunrise was great and the light on the bridge was very pretty as the sun rose.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a quiet morning and several people were living under the bridge in tents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We tried not to disturb their sleep as I took the photos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After photos, was Starbucks once again, and then breakfast at a cute little Mexican restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was fun because we were the only ones in the restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I suppose the rest of the world was sleeping in on Sunday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After breakfast, we headed to San Francisco, which is about an hour and a half away from Sacramento.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Upon arriving in San Francisco, the sky was extremely clear and the Golden Gate Bridge was very visible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cheryl drove me to my Gay’s house in Redwood City (which is close to San Fran).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we arrived at my aunt’s, we went to a place called Filoli, which stands for Fight, Love, Live. The mansion on the grounds was truly amazing as were the flowers, plants and trees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a mosaic of beautiful colors, and I took many, many photos there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From Filoli, we headed to a local restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When it was time to order food, I was a little distracted by some of the events of the day, and could hardly decide what to eat, much less eat it when it arrived.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I ordered a club sandwich, or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After lunch, we headed back to my Gay’s house and Cheryl left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was sad to see her leave since we had such a good time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Golden Gate Bridge and city photos were next on the agenda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gay and I headed the parking lot on one side of the Golden Gate, and then walked half-way across the bridge, and then back to the parking lot. During our walk, local police officers drove up to the bridge, threw flares over the bridge, and the coastguard drove to where the flares were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We never did find out what they were doing. I can only assume that they were performing some kind of drill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After we were back in the parking lot, I set up my tripod to take the sunset and twilight photos of both the city and the Golden Gate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My batteries died just as the sky turned black.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday Mar 17, 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started with a trip to Starbucks before heading to a park that looked across to the Golden Gate and the city for sunrise photos. Gay and I were the only ones at this park, and it was so quiet, and serene and beautiful!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We spent about an hour there so I could capture the morning sunrise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then my batteries in my camera died again (even though I had charged them the night before).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;I had bought a new battery before the trip, I think that I need a new charger. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We headed back to Gay’s house so I could charge my batteries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that we headed to drive along the Pacific 1 where the cliffs jutted out against the water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was cool!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love the ocean!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ate at al little restaurant where I ordered fish tacos, which were just okay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From the restaurant, we headed to Treasure Island, where there was an awesome view of the Bay Bridge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will definitely put sunset photos of the bay bridge from Treasure Island on my agenda next time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From Treasure Island, we headed to 162 Divisidero.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was one of the addresses of Catherine Tramell (Sharon Stone’s character) in Basic Instinct.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ha Ha Ha Ha..This was definitely not the house in which Catherine Tramell lived in the movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it was still fun to check it out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After Divisidero, Gay and headed to Twin Peaks to see the panoramic view of San Francisco.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was sooooo cool……&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took some photos, but will have to take more next time.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;From Twin Peaks, we headed to the Rodin Sculpture garden at Stanford. On the way, I swear we saw Sharon Stone in a white Lexus (but her mother was driving)..Ha Ha Ha…..Once at the sculpture garden, I looked at each of the sculptures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My favorite was the “The Gates of Hell”, as there was extraordinary detail in it!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the sculpture garden, we headed back to Gay’s to relax a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ordered more Mexican food from a restaurant near her house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gay and I ate fish tacos (which were much much better than the fish tacos earlier in the day) and Bob (Gay’s husband) ate a vegetarian burrito.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It was fun to be able to visit with Bob, as I had only met him twice before!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sure is a happy little cheese eater, and you know that I love cheese too, so we definitely hit it off!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday Mar 18, 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to head home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved California.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is such a diverse landscape, and so many things to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can definitely see myself having a second place out there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many artists are based in more than one place, and I hope to be one of those!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;California was awesome!!  Thanks to Cheryl, Cara, Gay and Bob!!!!  You are super!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-6611939403498266238?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/6611939403498266238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=6611939403498266238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/6611939403498266238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/6611939403498266238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2008/04/sacramento-and-san-francisco.html' title='Sacramento and San Francisco'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-2617983865573504114</id><published>2008-03-27T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:35:19.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Mr. Curly”—memories of the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Awhile ago, Katharine Hepburn’s name came  up in conversation, which led to a discussion of my telemarketing job for  Montgomery Ward’s Portrait department while I was living in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tucson&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  I was about 21 at  the time.  My job was to call people to tell them that they could win a free 8 x  10 if they were able to answer a question concerning the Oscar winner for Best  Actress in 1969.  People probably didn’t know that there was a tie that year and  that both Barbra Streisand and Katharine Hepburn won.  The people I was calling  had a 66% chance of winning the 8 x10.  So where is this story going, you ask?   Well nowhere really, except that telemarketing wasn’t for me and I proceeded to  seek another job…….enter “Mr. Curly.”  At least that’s what he told me his name  was.  He was an older man of about 60 or so.  He said he owned a construction  company and that he built additions onto homes and such.  He had advertised for  an “assistant” in the newspaper (when we still looked for jobs in newspapers).   His office was within walking distance of our apartment which was definitely a  plus……..On the day of my interview, I walked over to his office, which was  barren with the exception of a few old pieces of furniture and a very old  typewriter that looked as if it were from the 1920s…….During the interview, “Mr. Curly” asked me a few basic interview  questions, and then told me I needed to take a typing test…….ha ha ha ha  ha…….guess what?  I passed…..He even immediately hired to start the next day.  I  arrived at 8:00 am the next day.  The morning’s task was for me to walk around a  neighborhood and place flyers in people’s doors to advertise his construction  services.  In the afternoon the goal was to go and check out the progress of a  current addition project.  It sure was a long drive to the site.  Along the way,  “Mr. Curly” began telling me about all the trips we would be taking…to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/st1:city&gt;… to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mexico&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;… etc…..   It became very  apparent that his definition of “assistant” and my definition of “assistant”  were two completely different things.  Needless to say, I did not show up for  “work” the next day.  I didn’t get paid either.  Had I known his definition of  “assistant,” I would have asked to be paid up front! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-2617983865573504114?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/2617983865573504114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=2617983865573504114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/2617983865573504114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/2617983865573504114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2008/03/mr-curlymemories-of-past.html' title='“Mr. Curly”—memories of the past'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-6428495554112306041</id><published>2008-03-03T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:10:44.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrities at MOD Coffeehouse--FUN FUN FUN</title><content type='html'>Saturday Mar. 1, 2008:&lt;br /&gt;The Artwalk at MOD Coffehouse and Cafe was great on Saturday night. I was able to talk to many fun people. Hillary and Obama campaigners had set up across the street from each other because they knew that there would be many people to talk to before Mar 4 (voting day in TX)........Around 8:30 pm or so, we received a flyer stating that Melanie Griffith , and others, would be at MOD on Sunday from 11-12. We had no idea any Hollywood people would be in Galveston. So of course, we planned to come back to MOD in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Mar 2, 2008:&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I headed back to MOD in Galveston around 8:00 am. We arrived at MOD, bought a coffee, surfed the web and hung out until 11:00. Not only did Melanie Griffith show up, but so did Christine Lahti, Erika Alexander (from the Cosby Show), and other special guests. They spoke about why people should vote for Hillary Clinton, answered questions from the audience (of about 24), and then sat down separately with small groups of people to answer questions. Melanie went outside while the others remained inside MOD. Of course people took the opportunity to ask for photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Griffith:&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't even brought my camera in because I thought it would have been dorky to ask for a picture. But when everyone started asking, Dad retrieved his camera from the van. I asked for a picture with Melanie Griffith. Sometime between my asking and actually taking the photo, someone mentioned that my artwork was inside. Melanie told me that it was ,"Great work." So Dad took the picture, and strangely enough Melanie said to me afterward, "You smell good." Ha ha ha......I thanked her and went back into MOD. Later inside MOD, Melanie complimented me once again on my work, and when I asked if she wanted a card, she "yes" with some enthusiasm. Ha ha ha..like she would have said,"no," right?? But I did see her talking to Angela, the owner of MOD, about a piece called, "No, The Girl is Mine" (a piece with a peacock).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_892SZycSbBY/R8zGHH43sMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0K4094v1DRc/s1600-h/MelanieandHeather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173727897620820162" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_892SZycSbBY/R8zGHH43sMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0K4094v1DRc/s320/MelanieandHeather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika Alexander:&lt;br /&gt;I was standing by the counter inside MOD and Erika Alexander introduced herself to me. Earlier she had stated that she drove from Austin. When I told her I was from Austin, she asked why I was there. I explained that my work was hanging in MOD and that I had been there for the opening reception. Erika then complimented me on work as well, and genuinely seemed interested in it. She took the time to really look around. When I asked if she minded if Dad took a picture, she obliged. Then she asked Dad to take a picture of us with her camera and the artwork in the background. That was pretty cool. She took my card as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_892SZycSbBY/R8zGaX43sNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fzcC-LwL9AE/s1600-h/ErikaandHeather2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173728228333301970" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_892SZycSbBY/R8zGaX43sNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fzcC-LwL9AE/s320/ErikaandHeather2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine Lahti:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a chance to talk to her, but spoke really highly of Hillary Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_892SZycSbBY/R8zG8343sOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bCiOslZQ8n0/s1600-h/Christine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173728821038788834" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_892SZycSbBY/R8zG8343sOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bCiOslZQ8n0/s320/Christine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-in-all it was just fun fun fun! Perhaps, someday I'll get a call from Melanie Griffith or Erika Alexander. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-6428495554112306041?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/6428495554112306041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=6428495554112306041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/6428495554112306041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/6428495554112306041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2008/03/celebrities-at-mod-coffeehouse-fun-fun.html' title='Celebrities at MOD Coffeehouse--FUN FUN FUN'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_892SZycSbBY/R8zGHH43sMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0K4094v1DRc/s72-c/MelanieandHeather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-924875955546785780</id><published>2008-02-24T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:59:12.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Angeles Trip!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thursday 1/17/08&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well we arrived in Los Angeles about noon, waited for the shuttle to take us to the car rental place, got our car and headed to the Radisson by LAX.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though the hotel was right next to LAX, we were not bothered one bit by the aircraft landing and taking off……..After settling in at the hotel—I unpacked and placed all my clothes in the drawers and in the closet, but Kristy (my sis) did not—we turned on the GPS system, which we name Allie,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in the Dodge Charger we rented and drove to Santa Monica Pier.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the sun began to set, the lights on the rides on the pier began to shine brightly against the sky, and it made for some pretty cool shots of the rides…….photographs we ate at the Mexican Restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had crab nachos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not recommend these, as they were just “okay.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the drinks were darn good….I had an on-the-rocks-dirty-with-salt margarita, and Kristy drank an amaretto margarita…YUM YUM………the salsa and guacamole were good too…….then we headed “home” and went to bed…….we were still on EST and CST time, so we went to be fairly early……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday 1/18/08&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We woke up around 5:00 (PST) and drove to Marina del Rey for some sunrise photos of the boats, stopping by Starbucks for my usual venti-quad-no-whip mocha, and skinny chai latte for Kristy, on the way……Since we had not actually driven to the marina to see where a good place to take photographs would be, the photos were just not that great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went back “home” and got ready for the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We planned to drive to the Joshua Tree National Forest, which is about 2 hours outside of LA.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a great drive, and we saw many many many wind turbines, though we did not stop to take photos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll get those on the next trip……In addition to the Joshua Trees, there were many cool rock formations in the park….We took lots of pictures….By the time we left the park, it was too late to make it back to LA for sunset photos, so once again we headed “home.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ate and drank in the restaurant at the top of the Radisson….we had quesadillas, screwdrivers, wine, and terrible pizza (if you stay there, order something other than the pizza).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again we went to bed somewhat early…………………..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday 1/19/08&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was a very full day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, we were up by 5:00 am and traveled to Kenneth Hahn Park, again with coffee and tea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kenneth Hahn Park is in the middle of LA, and gives a great view of downtown, Hollywood Hills, and the other Mountain ranges…..It was soooooo beautiful to watch the sunrise over LA from Kenneth Hahn Park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I highly recommend catching day’s beginning from here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After Kenneth Hahn, we went back to the hotel to get ready for the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We used Allie to guide us to Sunset Blvd via La Cienega (this is a really really long street, as many are in LA).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we passed Norms Diner, we were suddenly hungry, so we drove around the block and parked at Norms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Norms was fun, and our waitress was great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The food was excellent as well. I ordered 2 scrambled eggs, hashbrowns (YUM) and an English muffin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kristy ordered a California omelette, hashbrowns and an English muffin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After Norms, we headed to Griffith Observatory to check it out for the next morning’s sunrise, via Sunset Blvd.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once the researching for the next morning was complete, we headed back to Sunset Blvd to drive it the entire length to the Pacific Coast Highway, passing through West Hollywood, Beverly Hills, Bel-Air, Brentwood and ending in Malibu.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Point Dume in Malibu was location for sunset photographs this day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We parked at Point Dume State Park, but had to climb some rocks to get a secluded section of beach where I wanted to take the photos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We arrived somewhat early so it was easy to see where I wanted to set up to watch the day end.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;While we waited we walked in the water (it was COLD), just sat, and Kristy wrote her name in the sand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the sun began its final descent, and the almost-full moon ascended above the rocks behind us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A family played in the water watching the sunset as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got a few shots of the man and woman silhouetted against the sunset on a rock. It was very sweet as he leaned into her, and their heads touched.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was obvious how much he loved her.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Then I turned around and another couple was silhouetted against the moon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Must have been the night of the lovebirds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After capturing the sunset shots, I packed my camera and tripod and we began our rock climbing back to the other side.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we were climbing, my attention was called to a guy that we were getting ready to pass on the rocks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was traveling in the opposite direction than us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He kept pulling his hood over his face, as if he didn’t want anyone to see him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t do a very good job of hiding….as I think I recognized him as Owen Wilson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before I realized who he was (if it really was Owen Wilson), I asked him how he was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t answer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once we made it the other side of the rocks, I took my camera back out and took some more shots as the night sky moved closer.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;After pictures, we headed back to our hotel to get ready for dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had reservations at Ago on Melrose Ave.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a quite a cute restaurant and the food was very good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We started with wine, white for me, red for Kristy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ate a fresh mozzarella, tomatoes, and basil as an appetizer. Then for the main course, I had a Marguerita Pizza (I Love pizza!), and Kristy ate shrimp ravioli.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then to top off dinner, we ate tarimisu and some delicious rich chocolate mousse for dessert. YUM YUM YUM. I recommend this restaurant if you are in LA.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we went home………Perhaps some day I will find out if it really was Owen Wilson&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday 1/20/08&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oops…we forgot to set the alarm, so we missed sunrise this day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that was fine because we were able to sleep in just a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we got ready for the day, and headed to the Ivy for brunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though this was supposed to be a place for celebrity sitings, we did not see any.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lunch was good though, and the bloody mary’s were quite spicy.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I ate huevos rancheros and Kristy had crabcakes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After lunch, we headed over to NBC Studios to find out where Ellen’s Studio is, since were planning to try and get Ellen tickets the next day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once we saw where we would be going for Ellen, we headed to Mulholland Drive. It was a very curvy but very fun street to drive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were many cool houses and great views of the city.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;We drove it all the entire length one way, turned around and drove it again in the other direction, stopping to catch the views of LA.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After driving Mulholland Dr, we instructed Allie to take us to Point Vicente, near Palos Verdes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was one of my favorite photograph spots of the trip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the point is a working lighthouse on top of rugged cliffs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The glow of the setting sun reflected on the rocky cliffs and created a dramatic setting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was BEAUTIFUL!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After sunset we drove Sepulveda (also Pacific Coast 1) back to the hotel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For dinner we ate at In-N-Out Burger.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We each got a cheeseburger, and fries, though I had my fries animal style (with cheese, grilled onions, and their special sauce).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You should have seen the line in the drive through at this place. There were cars lined up for at least a block.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seemed to be a very popular place to eat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it was good good!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then to bed we went.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Monday 1/21/08 (my birthday)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Originally we planned to get up really really early to wait in line to TRY and get Ellen tickets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We decided against this and instead started the day by heading to Rodeo Dr at 5:00 am or so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Upon arriving to Rodeo Dr, we each did cartwheels in the street in front of Georgio Armani—just for the sake of doing them (and possibly the start of a non-profit organization called Cartwheel Club with details to be determined). After Rodeo Dr, was Starbucks, where Kristy ordered her skinny chai latte, and I ordered my usual venti-quad-no-whip mocha. With coffee and tea in hands, we drove to the Griffith Observatory to photograph the awakening of LA and enjoy the morning sunrise, since we had missed it the day before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we approached the driveway to the observatory, we ere told that the road was closed because a movie was being filmed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We parked along the edge of the road and walked up the hill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once near the observatory, we headed to the side that faced downtown LA.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;The clouds were dramatic as the sun began to arise above the mountains.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A colorful rainbow and beautiful clouds hovered over the lush greenery of the hills and valleys near Griffith Park and the observatory itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The light was perfect, and it was a breathtaking and stunningly gorgeous morning. After taking the photographs, Kristy found out that the movie being filmed was “Yes, Man,” and starred Jim Carey and Zooey Deschanel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We hung around for awhile until the rain stopped the filming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When this happened we headed over to NBC Studios to see if we could by chance get tickets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kristy and I had both tried to get them online but with no avail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Corey, a production assistant, however, was kind enough to hand us stand-by tickets when we asked for them (because it was my birthday I think).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With tickets #228 and #229 in our possession, we headed back to Griffith Observatory to watch more of the filming. We watched the filming for a bit, and then headed to the Denny’s on Alameda Ave. for lunch before the Ellen show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Moons Over My Hammy is what each of us ate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then to the show we went.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a lot of waiting, but everyone was nice and tried to pump us up for the show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though we were not able to be part of the audience, because a lot people with guaranteed tickets showed up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We still had a blast in the riff raff room!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ellen even came in and danced before the show started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the end of the show, Corey came looking for Kristy Harris.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said that they wanted Kristy to perform her “talent” that she has filled out on the pre-show survey……We were laughing so hard that they wanted to see her throw a basketball really high and then catch it behind her back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who knew she would be called on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was able to do it though, even after years of not having done it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went back to the hotel for a drink, and then returned the rental car and Kristy flew on a red-eye flight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took a shuttle back to the hotel and left early the next morning……..Overall, it was an awesome trip!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And for those of you who know me, you know how much of a Sharon Stone fan I am…….but there was no sign of her here……..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-924875955546785780?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/924875955546785780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=924875955546785780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/924875955546785780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/924875955546785780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2008/02/los-angeles-trip.html' title='Los Angeles Trip!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-5344054210191178336</id><published>2007-10-07T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:01:15.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend Was  Great!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well it is Sunday now....the weekend was awesome!  4 pieces sold!   http://heatherharrisart.com/mixed_media/pieces/Peaceful.html&lt;br /&gt;http://heatherharrisart.com/mixed_media/pieces/SunsetUnder.html&lt;br /&gt;http://heatherharrisart.com/mixed_media/pieces/SunsetMetal.html&lt;br /&gt;http://heatherharrisart.com/mixed_media/pieces/BrightLights.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bill and Tom.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend is the Bayou Downtown Art Festival in Houston.  I cannot wait.  After that I head to Galveston for Artoberfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.  No, make that awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is racing and I cannot get it to calm down.  So many things happening. So many thoughts running through my head.  So much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..gotta go now and try to get sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-5344054210191178336?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/5344054210191178336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=5344054210191178336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/5344054210191178336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/5344054210191178336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend-was-great.html' title='The Weekend Was  Great!!!!!!'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-502259829504706081</id><published>2007-10-05T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:35:26.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG--has it been a year since my last post??</title><content type='html'>I guess I am not a very good blogger, since it has been almost a year since my last post.  What was I thinking????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ................................life is good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just arrived home after an art exhibition opening at Framer's Gallery in Georgetown, TX.   It was a success!   Quite a few people from my work came to support me.  Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces sold tonight.  Woohoo!!!!!    Thanks Bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I head over to Buda for their Fine Arts Festival.  I am very excited about that as well.  Buda is awesome to its artists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another exciting thing happened: I was commissioned for a piece of art by "Sherry."  I e-mailed her mock-ups, and it turns out that she wants to buy more than one. Double Woohoo on that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11:32 according to the clock on my comp..I suppose I should get going so that I am fresh for the Buda Fine Arts festival tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-502259829504706081?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/502259829504706081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=502259829504706081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/502259829504706081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/502259829504706081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-has-it-been-year-since-my-last-post.html' title='OMG--has it been a year since my last post??'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-116376670810152738</id><published>2006-11-17T06:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T06:31:48.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington DC &amp; Baltimore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday October 13, 2006:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew a Southwest, non-stop flight to Baltimore, MD and arrived around 8 pm. Then I rented a car and drove to the Peggy's house in the DC area.  I was so thankful that Peggy let me stay at her place.  She was awesome!  When I arrived, she drove me to downtown DC so that I could orient myself.  We spent awhile just driving around.  Since I had never been, I was mesmerized by the lights and by all of the memorials! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday October 14, 2006:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to get up for sunrise.  Ha Ha!  I tried my best to wake up when it was still dark, but it wasn't completely black out when I left the house.  I thought I had paid close attention to the way to downtown DC the night before, but apparently I had not. I exited the wrong road, and was all turned around.  I did finally arrive downtown DC about 1/2 hour later.  As I arrived, the sun was coming up brightly, and I stationed myself at the &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/IwoJima.html"&gt;Iwo-Jima Memorial&lt;/a&gt; and took several shots from varying angles.  I didn’t even know the new movie, Flags of Our Fathers, was coming out.  Then I headed to the &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/Nether.html"&gt;Netherlands Bell Tower&lt;/a&gt;.  After the Netherlands Bell Tower, I needed (yes, needed) to find a Starbucks (yum).  Found it!  Next I wanted to get to the Lincoln Memorial, but the roads were blocked and I kept driving in circles.  The road I needed to exit was blocked because the President was to attend the dedication of the new Air Force Memorial.  The Iwo-Jima Memorial is not that far from the Lincoln Memorial, BUT, with the exit blocked, it took me at least 45 minutes to get there, as I kept driving in circles (again).  I was never lost though, as the Washington Monument always gave me an orientation point. I didn’t take too many pictures at the Lincoln Memorial at this time because there were already many people there. I did get a pretty good &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/Lincoln.html"&gt;Lincoln Memorial “white column”&lt;/a&gt; photograph though.  It was at this time, that I dubbed the DC part of the voyage as the “White Column” trip, as there are many, many white column photos (I will spare you all of them).  A walk to the &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/WashMon1.html"&gt;Washington Monument&lt;/a&gt; was next, passing the new &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/WWarII.html"&gt;World War II Memorial&lt;/a&gt; along the way.  I didn’t go to the top of the monument, as I was too late to get a ticket.  After a brief nap back at Peggy’s, the &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/JeffersonMemorial.html"&gt;Jefferson Memorial&lt;/a&gt; was next,.  I captured several shots of the white columns here (&lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/JeffersonMemorialColumns1.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/JeffersonMemorialColumns2.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;).  Then I walked to the &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/WhiteHouse.html"&gt;White House&lt;/a&gt;, where I was told I couldn’t use my tripod and also where some guy was shouting, “Thumbs up, or thumbs down for President Bush.”  I was just there for the photographic opportunity, so I ignored the guy! After a hard dry pretzel with mustard in the park near the White House, I headed to the World War II memorial in hopes of some good sunset shots of the &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/LincolnSunset1.html"&gt;Lincoln Memorial and reflecting pool&lt;/a&gt;.  The colors of the sky and the light did yield some great shots, both of the &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/LincolnSunset2.html"&gt;Lincoln Memorial&lt;/a&gt; and of the &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/WashMonSunset.html"&gt;Washington Monument&lt;/a&gt; behind me.  After these shots, it was time to head home (Peggy’s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday October 15, 2006:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did wake up in time for sunrise, but just barely.  No roads were blocked, so I made it to the Lincoln Memorial easily, just in time for the awesome light of the morning (&lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/WashMonSunrise.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/LincolnSunrise1.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;).  Starbucks was next, and then I headed to &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/Union.html"&gt;Union Station&lt;/a&gt;.  The glass on the ceiling of Union Station allowed for great shades of blue.  Then was the &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/Capitol.html"&gt;Capitol,&lt;/a&gt; where several “&lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/CapitolColumns.html"&gt;white column&lt;/a&gt;” photos were taken. The next stop was the &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/Supreme.html"&gt;Supreme Court with more “white columns&lt;/a&gt;.” After the Supreme Court, I stopped by the &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/NatArchives.html"&gt;National Archives Building&lt;/a&gt;.  The door to the building is HUGE!  Once inside, it was neat to see the original documents of this country.  The dossier specifically stated there is no map on the back of the Declaration of Independence, like there was in the movie National Treasure with Nicholas Cage.  She said they had even photocopied the back to show people.  After this stop, it was time to head to Baltimore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday October 21, 2006:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early to get shots of the Inner Harbor (&lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/InnerHarborSunrise1.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/InnerHarborSunrise2.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/InnerHarborSunrise3.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;), Baltimore, MD.  The reflections on the water from the building lights and the morning sun were gorgeous. There was quietness, calmness and a serenity about the harbor that permitted contemplative thought while I watched the sun come up.  Remember the guy yelling, "Thumbs up, Thumbs down for President Bush?" I saw him this morning in Baltimore too!  Strange that I would see him twice.  I guess it could have been another guy yelling the same thing, but something about the way he was saying it made me think it was the same guy.  My next stop was the Naval Academy, but not for photos.  Annapolis is a very quaint little town, and had I been able to spend more time there, I would have taken numerous photos.  I’ll get them next time I am in the area.  My last stop on this east coast adventure was the Inner Harbor (&lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/InnerHarborSunset1.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heatherharrisart.com/stock/pieces/InnerHarborSunset2.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;) once again for sunset photos.  What beautiful light fell and reflected off the water and buildings!!! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday October 22, 2006:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home I went!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-116376670810152738?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/116376670810152738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=116376670810152738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/116376670810152738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/116376670810152738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2006/11/washington-dc-baltimore.html' title='Washington DC &amp; Baltimore'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-115489480940736062</id><published>2006-08-06T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:09:20.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Solo Road Trip</title><content type='html'>Well, I recently just returned from my first solo road trip. I had a blast!! I traveled from Austin to Colorado Springs and back. The main purpose of the trip was to meet with a gallery owner that’s opening a gallery in Manitou Springs (right outside of Colorado Springs). She wants to exhibit my work there. I am very excited about this opportunity!!! I also took lots and lots of photos. Starbucks and Arby’s were the restaurants of choice for this road trip. Thank goodness for XM satellite radio and for books on tape!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 1: Saturday July 29, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined AAA and then headed to Amarillo via I-35 and US 287 (87). This part of the trip was fairly uneventful. I didn’t stop to take any photos at all. My mission was just to get to Amarillo. I did stop by Arby’s and ordered a Jamocha shake and mozzarella cheese sticks (I Love Cheese). I arrived around midnight and stayed at a crappy hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 2: Sunday July 30, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to wake up at 5:30 and head out. LOL..that didn’t happen. I ended up waking around 7 or 8. I stopped at Starbucks and then went to Cadillac Ranch. It was really cool and colorful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/320/cadillacranch1a.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt; After Cadillac Ranch, I headed out on 287 (87) toward New Mexico. Along the way, I visited the Capulin Volcano in New Mexico. It is an inactive shield volcano. I walked along the edge, and saw the remnants of old lava flows. It was really neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/CapulinVolcano1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/CapulinVolcanoLavaFlow.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/CapulinVolcanoBottom.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at Arby’s once again for a Jamocha Shake and cheese sticks. I drove into Colorado Springs around 6:30 or so. I had forgotten how beautiful Colorado is!! Once in Colorado Springs, I drove around hoping something would seem familiar to me, but it did not. Then again, when I attended the Academy, I didn’t get out much. As luck would have it, I was able to stay with a friend of a friend instead of at a hotel(Thanks Beth and Karen!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 3: Monday July 31, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was full!!&lt;br /&gt;First, I visited the Air Force Academy. I hadn’t been back in 16 years and I expected it to be a very emotional experience, and that I would be sad for having left it and the opportunities I would have had, had I stayed and graduated. It was not that way at all!! I found myself smiling at the buildings, especially the structure of the Chapel. I took several photos that would capture the beauty of this structure, which I will use in some upcoming pieces .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/Academy1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/AcademyChapel2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/AcademyChapel1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself feeling very proud and happy of where I am today!! Life is good! I do wish I could have seen the cadets marching to lunch, but no cadets were there to do this, since school has not started for them.&lt;br /&gt;Next, I spent several hours at the Garden of the Gods. I took lots and lots of photos. The rock formations are awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/KissingCamels.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/GardenOfTheGods2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/GardenOfTheGods1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Garden of the Gods, I headed to the Fine Arts Center, but it was closed. Therefore, I went to Seven Falls. As the name indicates, it is a waterfall that has 7 small waterfalls to it. As I was leaving, I saw that the falls have colored lights that are turned on at night. I went back after dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/SevenFalls1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/SevenFalls2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/SevenFalls3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with the owner of Colachi Arts at 6:30. I was excited and glad to meet with her. The gallery opens Aug. 19, 2006 in Manitou Springs. I left 3 pieces with her to be exhibited. I can now say that I am represented by a gallery, and Manitou is a great artsy place in which to be represented. If you happen to get to out that way, please stop by and see all the work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 4: Tuesday Aug. 1, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in and then left the Springs around 12:30. I took my time stopping along the way to see animals and the views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/nosy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/horsies2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/horsies1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Royal Gorge was first on the list of places to stop on the way home. I was there for hours, taking pictures upon pictures upon pictures. If you haven’t been to the Royal Gorge, I suggest that you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/RoyalGorge1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/RoyalGorge2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/RoyalGorge3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/RoyalGorge4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Royal Gorge was the Pueblo Reservoir. I wasn’t there long as it began to storm and the sun was beginning to set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/320/PuebloResovoir1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/320/PuebloResovoir2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/320/RoadsideView.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/320/SunFlowerSilhouette.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in Springfield, CO for the night in a cute little family-owned hotel called the Stage Stop Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 5: Wednesday Aug. 2, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving I listened to a book by Mary Higgins Clark, which was, ironically, about cadets, though the description didn’t explain this aspect. It was a good book.&lt;br /&gt;Palo Duro Canyon was next on the list of places to stop. It was really cool! It’s like a mini grand canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/200/PaloDuroCanyon1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/320/PaloDuroCanyon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last stopping point, other than home, was the San Angelo State Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7589/3234/320/SanAngeloStatePark1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: Thursday Aug. 3, 2006&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home at 1:00 am. I love road trips!! I can’t wait to go on the next one!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-115489480940736062?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/115489480940736062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=115489480940736062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/115489480940736062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/115489480940736062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-first-solo-road-trip.html' title='My First Solo Road Trip'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-115207320217016208</id><published>2006-07-04T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:20:02.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Pictures Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over the last week or so, I have taken several sunset and sunrsie pictures, and seen and tried to photograph 3 fireworks displays.  I would say that I took some decent shots, but will not know for sure until I have looked at them more carefully.  I'll post some if they are decent!  My dad and I went to 2 of the fireworks displays together, the second of which was at Carlos N Charlies on Lake Travis. While we were eating and waiting for it to get dark, we saw Topher Grace (of That 7o's Show) .  That was kind of exciting and fun.  I guess he is filming some movie here, though I do not know the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box to send the artwork is almost done.  I thought I would be done with it by now, but have a few more things to finish on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also checked with some galleries in Sedona, AZ on the advice of some friends.  A few said that my work probably wouldn't fit in their gallery, and I am waiting for the others to respond.  One gallery told me that they wouldn't represent me because I have my work for sale online.    It was an interesting explanation, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-115207320217016208?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/115207320217016208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=115207320217016208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/115207320217016208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/115207320217016208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures-pictures-pictures.html' title='Pictures Pictures Pictures'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-115146590286681687</id><published>2006-06-27T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:38:22.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a super sunset tonight!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a great Austin sunset there was tonight!!!!!!!!! The sky was beautiful with shades of pink, mauve and blue!  I wish I had been able to get some shots......I didn't know it was going to be so beautiful.  Had I known, I wouldn't have gone to have pizza.  But I love Pizza!  Other than that, today I bought some wood to make a box for a piece of art.  I hope to finish the box by the end of the week.  Then I can send the artwork off to its owner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-115146590286681687?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/115146590286681687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=115146590286681687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/115146590286681687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/115146590286681687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-super-sunset-tonight.html' title='What a super sunset tonight!!'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30208741.post-115117515794789139</id><published>2006-06-24T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T13:52:37.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my first post ever.  So who am I, you ask?  I am an Austin mixed-media artist trying to get my work out there and seen.      I have just hung up work a certain coffee house chain (not to be named) here in Austin.  It is located at Far West and Hart Lane, by a local middle school.  What else have I been doing these days?  I have been working on some of my images on the computer and taking care of some other "admin" stuff that is necessary.  I am anxious to get back to full completion of my pieces, though the welding and grinding of the frames can get really hot, and it has been really really hot here in Austin.  BUT......I will be out there again soon!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30208741-115117515794789139?l=heatherharrisart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/feeds/115117515794789139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30208741&amp;postID=115117515794789139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/115117515794789139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30208741/posts/default/115117515794789139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherharrisart.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-post.html' title='My first post'/><author><name>Heather Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08316369588335743837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zchDNxbto8M/TgQY58X0j5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7P-_e_EYZlo/s220/Heather4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
