one's path

let your mind start a journey through a strange world. leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. let your soul take you where you long to be... close your eyes let your spirit start to soar, and you will live as you have never lived before..

office supplies challenge for glamorama

macy's is putting on it's annual glamorama event benefitting the ronald mcdonald house. this year as a cfi designer miriam cecilia carlson was chosen to design a red carpet dress made strictly out of office max supplies...stripped faux leather note pads and chain looped brass fasteners draped and manipulated in the m.c.c. fashion resulted in night scape....
a pieced thread-less one shoulder mini.

back to the 'problems'

up in a world (as north as unites states goes) where mr. prothero says, while sitting on his deck staring out towards the lake past canada, 'all the problems are down south'a time away to where nothing changes but the shift in a cloud or a spotted wild blue berry makes all the difference in the world.
after a long journey... i am home.. where the midwest sun set never ceases to amaze me and leaves me breathless...
back to the grind.

lake of the woods

off i go into the deep woods.. a week away from the world.. where loon calls and northern lights excite my senses...

haze

the morning earth kept cool..a blanket of haze graces across the fields..
a shield from the burning sun..
leaves the world still..
if only for a moment.

first tomato

no taste compares to the first tomato pulled off the vine. warm, sweet and juicy. flavor overload in my mouth.

hoops

finding a breeze in the city heat... children make their own w.movement and laughter..

soaring over head

farther than it has ever reached
the corn stands 10 ft. tall... towering over me... standing underneath it feels eery... protected by a tall shield.

a field of lace

rain drops hold on...
to a field fit for a queen...
queen anne.

passtime

busy hot day in the city... one woman takes a step back... sits in the sunshine and knits a sock..

dusk

‘dusk is just an illusion, because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. and that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are; there cannot be one w.out the other, yet they cannot exist at the same time. how would it feel, I remember wondering to be always together, yet forever apart?’

a night under the stars

the sun had set.i gathered twigs, branches, and logs.built up the flames.

with my littler fire beside me, slipped into my sleeping back with the stars overhead.
there i stayed all night protected by the moon as it rose through the sky.

berry after berry

not much later than the last black raspberry picked...

the berries mixed...and preserves boiled in jars..did the heat bring the first black berry into my sight...

plumper, juicier, and tarter...

let the picking begin... again.

rapid growth

cascading over head..
row after row..
roots stretched down beneath the earth's surface..
the corn stands strong.

native prairie

a place in the world devoted to returning to its roots...what started as a native prairie is beginning to take hold and thrive again as it was originally intended...




acres of open land where the prairie flowers reach toward the sun and little animals find shelter underneath...

don julio/cs mag./cfi designers

last night's don julio/cs mag meet and greet/media preview featuring cfi 2010 designer in residents was an incredible event!

featured m.c.c. couture dress inspired by the 'real' bottle
after a whirlwind of prep, tomorrow night will be the 2010 designer in residents fashion show at the don julio/cs mag. event... the m.c.c. garments are ready for the runway...
more to follow following the nights activities!

forgotten flowers

after a long day i walked into my court yard and saw a forgotten bouquet of roses...gifted i am sure to a loved one...