A Mezzanote (... nebbia e luce)

Sai,...


l' amore è una cosa che si può vendere.
... battiti d'ali piena di poesia.

Sunday News

... nothing to say, but what an utterly beautiful morning so far. This is our first day off in 2 weeks and it feels great. :) Today, we will finish adding tile to our entrance way, add a new shower system to one of the bathrooms, relax, and simply enjoy our day.

(Perhaps, I can bat my lashes and look adorable enough to have Stefan make his delicious chicken gumbo!) :)

Oh and, over the last week or so, I fell in love with Benjamin Moore paints and the Wooster paint brush! Haha! ;)

Beauty is an experience

"There are moments in life when something is so utterly beautiful,
all one can do is cry." —Cherilyn Ferroggiaro - du Bois

The World is Mine

"Walk into a room like you own it and others will believe you do!"
—Stefan du Bois ;)



(My husband, Stefan du Bois and his friend, Micah LaCerte)

Summer slips past my lips

(An image I shot in Carmel, California)

What an extremely long month May was--our businesses booming, moving in, gardening, tiling the entrance way, graduations, family, a trip to Atlantic City that fell through, admiring the huge peonies that grow beside our garage, laughing at the rabbits that ate our eggplants, fixing the lawn mower, waiting--always waiting, movies and popcorn, the bird's nest on our front porch as the mother feeds her young, driving--always driving, love, pulling sandstone from the basement for our waterfall, and so much more. Long, but meaningful.

We have not had time to go out and shoot much lately, but hopefully soon. I need to do it for peace of mind--for my inner being. If I do not take some time to get out into nature soon, summer will slip by, and before I know it, it is gone. One thing that just made me smile to myself is that that means autumn will be here. And we all know how autumn touches deeply, my heart. :) I love, love it!



The first thing I thought of this morning was how I wished that today was Sunday, and we could sleep in. :) I am on my 2nd cup of coffee, smiling (although sleepy), and planning on getting up to get ready to go to the job site. Stefan and I discussed our employees and which ones stood out as exceptional, and we spoke on standing beside the one you love through anything. It was a peaceful conversation, full of dreams and the knowledge that we two can always get through things together. That is a good thing. He is beautiful.

Anyway, I need to go for now. I will write more later tonight. Enjoy your day.

-Cher

By the way, I am so backed up in my email and messages, but plan on getting to them very soon. :)

Where color resists erasure

(An image I shot in northern, California)

You speak and my body trembles, blessing the sunset
that illuminates brilliantly against my skin--everything
brushing everything,

where adoration clings to the hem of my dress,
where my heart is made of infant rainbows,

... mostly, a part of you.

Beauty Graces the Pages,...

(A spring image I shot)

... with language meant for two.

And if I should ever cease to speak,
I hope you find all that you have ever
needed, deep within my eyes.

Because, when I look at you, words like
"Love", tangle sweetly on the tip of
my tongue,...

... and all I manage to do is smile.

-Cher

Do you ever experience things on certain days?

When I glance out my office window (in which is three floors up from my living room) it takes me back to a day when I was a small girl. The rainfall, the look of outdoors, and the scents all place my mind back to Sonoma, Ca.

I was about 7, I think. It was very foggy that morning as I walked out of my Grandma’s home and through a small path in the redwoods. Up on the knoll was a Shetland pony - he was so beautiful. His name was, Dusty.

It started to rain. I wanted to ride so bad, so I climbed up on him and instead of going for a ride; I bent forward and rested my head on his. We sat there in the rain for what seemed like hours. I recall singing to him. (I was such a ding dong.) I sang Puff the Magic Dragon over and over. It was a song my Grandma would sing to me. I recall I would get very sad when she got to the close of the song, but I did not that day - I felt peaceful. And of course, I loved the rain then as much as I do today.

So now, I look out my window and I see that little girl, see the long curls, the skin that seemed to live in calamine lotion, the curious 7 yr old who wore poison oak like a second skin every year. I see the pony and all the dreams that I had and I wonder if I am doing what I had planned then. She wanted to be an oceanographer - and now settles for medicine. She lived to be beside the ocean and still does, but seems when we grow up, we rarely have time for those sorts of things.

In the space between dreams

Sometimes "you" are the only one you can really talk to (if that makes sense).

... when forever seems so far away, wrap your arms around yourself and whisper softly inside, "Don't cry".

Take Me Home

... with you. No one else on earth knows me,...
like you do."
-Above and Beyond

Season Fleeting

(This image shows a frozen lake with the arrival of winter.
I shot it on the Pennsylvania/New York border.)

Happy Mother's day to all mothers out there. :)

-Cher

My Words,...

... just blow away.

(An image I shot during a quiet walk in the forest.)

This Beauty is Soft

(An image I shot in Carmel, California.)

This beauty is soft -- as if music and wood,
agate, cloth, wheat, peaches the light shines through
had made an ephemeral statue.
And now she sends her freshness out, against the waves.

The sea dabbles at those tanned feet, repeating
their shape, just imprinted in the sand.
And now she is the womanly fire of a rose,
the only bubble the sun and the sea contend against.

Oh, may nothing touch you but the chilly salt!
May not even love disturb that unbroken springtime!
Beautiful woman, echo of the endless foam,

may your statuesque hips in the water make
a new measure -- a swan, a lily --, as you float
your form through that eternal crystal.

-Neruda

Deep within a Softer Spring

His voice, a concerto that runs through my veins.
It is a subtle rainfall caressing lashes tenderly,
until it has strung a stretch of silver clouds
that shiver above the wondrous sea.

During these hours,
I release tension, carry myself towards
the humility that illuminates within his warm
eyes, follow graciously, and slip with pleasure,
perennial into his open and alluring hands.

There, in minimalism, we develop into the devotion
that contains us—an open field of fragrant fiori,
a cordial sanctuary, where spring has left its kiss,
where apprehension and uncertainty subside.

As the Waves Crash the Shore

(An image I took of a couple overlooking San Francisco.)


Sonnet VIII

If your eyes were not the color of the moon,
of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby
waking -- continued about 26
hours later ]
of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,
if even held-in you did not move in agile grace like the air,
if you were not an amber week,

not the yellow moment
when autumn climbs up through the vines;
if you were not that bread the fragrant moon
kneads, sprinkling its flour across the sky,

oh, my dearest, I could not love you so!
But when I hold you I hold everything that is --
sand, time, the tree of the rain,

everything is alive so that I can be alive:
without moving I can see it all:
in your life I see everything that lives.

Pablo Neruda

Google and Cher Ferroggiaro

I am so sleepy, but too tired to go down to the 2nd floor, get a drink of water, brush my teeth, wash my face, and go to bed. (Way too many duties before a good night's rest!) Anyway, so I "Googled" my name (both "Cherilyn" and "Cher") and the one site that should be #1 (my website with my name) is not even in the first 5 or so pages. You would think it would be on top of my search, yes? Funny.


I DID find myself published in places I never knew. Also, I was published in a 2008 edition of a magazine - one I have never heard of, been asked to submit to, or submitted any of my work to. Funny, as well, but in an odd way.

I will have to look more into those places at a later time - I am so sleepy right now.

Goodnight, sweet world.

As I Gather Poetry

(An image I took in winter)

Nothing could be heard for miles as I walked along the path. Thoughts grew inside of San Francisco and one heart that bloomed for only me. And I remember smiling to myself as I walked on,...

... nature has its way of placing only the sweetest of thoughts inside one's mind.
It has its way of making two blend into "one".

Thank you

I am honored and grateful for my thousands of fans online and off, and hope to make more of my art available in print. (More on this coming soon!)

And to the thousands who have a link to my blog on their blog or website, send me messages, email or comment, I appreciate all you do.

Many thanks and good wishes,
Cher :)

Rainy Day

This is an image of a boy fishing off Goat Island. I have a lot of images from that trip, but no time to really do much with them. I hope to get around to that soon. :)

In other news,...

... it is raining and I adore it. I have opened most of the blinds so I can see it wherever I am in the house. :) All is good. Enjoy your Monday!

-Cher

By Now it is April

(An image I took while out on a walk with Stefan)