
HAPPY ALMOST HALLOWEEN!
Before I was a radmegan, I was a weemegan dressed up as Little Orphan Annie. (Age six)





















Sunset is a magical hour for photography. The light is warm with reds and oranges. When I was living on the beach in Ventura and home for such optimal lighting I took this self-portrait. I was sick with worry over someone close to me, so while I waited for the phone-call that would make everything better, I painted up my entire face with eye-shadow and got out my camera. The tear-streaking is close to the actual color of the eye shadow. The rest was painted on purple and turned copper in the light.

My companions for this visit were veteran SusieCake customers and ordered up their favorite flavors with confidence and vigor. I stared at a chorus line of confetti-topped temptation with pained concentration and eventually ended up leaving with four cupcakes (lemon, coconut, peanut butter and mint), and a Whoopie pie. I was a Whoopie pie virgin and we weren't even out the door before I was tearing off bites for the three curious mouths I came with. Imagine if you will, the softest, spongiest, warm-from-the-oven chocolate cookie. Now imagine two and slather them generously with buttercream. Buttery like Babs buttah-creaaaaam. When my eight-year old niece took a bite, her eyes rolled up into her head and a gentle sigh passed through her lips. Out of the mouth of babes... 





