The Photography, Poetry and Art of Emily Owen's

My daughter, Emily Owens, has been studying photography in Denver, Colorado. This is some of her latest work. I really got excited when I saw her scanograms. Emily also enjoys writing poetry and short stories. I have posted one of her poems here. The collage below it was a social statement about what impoverished kids can look forward to in the US.

When Emily was a teenager she would just go bonkers if she got bored. She started picking up her camera and taking selfies long before it really became a big thing. She’d even go into the bathroom and take pictures of herself with the mirror in there, or lie around on the floor getting various shots at various angles. I came to conclusion that she had a real knack for photography and I still wish she’d write a book about the art of taking selfies, since she has taken some really awesome ones.

Emily has two books of poetry that have been published. You can read her poetry at:https://invisiblescript.wordpress.com. She had compiled a third book of poems, and unfortunately her writing was so hot someone stole all the copies!! At some point she will need to get that one together again!

Her self-portrait shows her love of books. Even as a baby she used to line up her Beatrice Potter books and practice walking on them. When she was old enough to take her first walks alone she wanted to go to the book store.

There is another poem of Emily’s that I will share on here soon however I am waiting until after I do a Richard Brautigan post. Emily is very passionate about Richard Brautigan, whom I learned about as a teenager from my uncle, and later exposed Emily to when she was a teenager. This other poem of hers is very Brautigan inspired and shows influence from him; therefore I will wait until later on.

My foot surgery was postponed due to my podiatrist breaking his thumb. I tell you! I was getting all ready! Instead my podiatrist needs surgery on the day I was supposed to, which was actually yesterday!! He broke his thumb playing basketball. So now I have tentatively rescheduled for surgery on September 4^th. I am eager to get my foot in better shape and get the surgery behind me! Oh well such is life, never know how things are going to unfold!!

I had a great start of this past week. There was a show at the Cornelian Street Café and I got to see three singer songwriters I hadn’t seen play together in over twenty years. That was exciting!! They were part of the folk music scene I hung out on for seven years prior to becoming a mother.

I hope you all enjoyed this post and I will be posting updates of Emily’s work and that other poetry occasionally.

And what we saw was not destroyed, not particularized or homogenized by the exteriors of a failing mirror-

Our gaze saw past the tumbling tide of an American waste crippling under its own weight.

What we saw

Was not a televised programme brought to us by a rich man’s overflowing credit score and late night Babylon or realities we can’t surpass or suppress or waste time to try and realize.

What we saw was not a drought.

There was no absence of sound and the earth did not shake in desperation like it does today.

The hunger was different more. More manageable.

The people’s eyes had not been replaced by hungry synonyms and false vacancies. Their talents not wasted on beauty renting itself out, mimicking substance.

We were sand and earth.

We were water and ocean.

We were just or not at all.