Sunday, October 31, 2010

Pressure

Tonight his back is vivid in my mind and this song keeps playing in my ear. I hope this week passes quickly, friday is when my Jeffrey comes home to me!

Friday, October 29, 2010

Enchanting Ghosts

My Grandmother in a hula skirt and little cowboys playing dress up.
A spontaneous trip to New Orleans in celebration of ghoulish holidays with friends. While little cousins dressed as superheros dance within my peripheral. Halloween candy, dead leaves, and maybe a few spirits haunting the chill of the night air all become aspects of why I live for this kind of electricity. But its the beating of my heart for the coming week that tells the true story. When I will celebrate the turning of time in my life and the arrival of a lover deeply missed. 
I can see my breath in the air. Isn't that wonderful?
Happy Halloween Weekend!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The Devil Beats His Wife

Today the sun was high in the sky as the rain poured down. A reminder of a vivid memory from my childhood. Watching the rain with the sun still out my grandmother commented that the devil must be beating his wife. When I asked her why she told me that sunshowers were a sure sign the devil is beating his poor young wife. As a young girl, with an overactive imagination, I believed wholeheartedly in this folk tale and my mind sparkled with strange and dark tales. Even today as I watched the rain fall to the earth and the winds shake the towering pine trees I could not help but notice the faint rays of sun peak through the clouds and think, that devil must be beating his wife again.
Floddertje has posted a lovely collection of a few of my photos. In fact the entire blog is full of beautiful and unique imagery. You can see them here.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Girl Afraid

My young cousin on the night of the homecoming dance. I just see so much youth in her. I know she is no longer a child but she will always be the little girl who liked to hold my hand.
Layla of Life Through Lens has created a new blog featuring artists. I'm very flattered that she featured me so please take a look! She is adorable, lovely, and seems to have a genuine love for art and photography.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Life In The Woods

"Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature."- Thoreau.
 Large format, Kodak ISO 400

Friday, October 22, 2010

 (film, Kodak ISO 400)
I feel as if time has slowed its pace- I am aware of everything. Beauty can be found even in the most unlikely of places. Take time to enjoy the simple moments, become aware of ones own existence, and look at the world anew. It allows  for the perfect remedy and suddenly, it just seems all the more wondrous. My world sparkles.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Being Boring

"I never dreamt that I would get to be the creature that I always meant to be."
Snapped a photo of my bed with an Polaroid camera I found while cleaning my mothers house. The film was very old and sparked a little when I took the photo. My headboard is an old painting I attached to my bed, a DIY project I did in high school. The dream catcher was made by a distant family member. Although I am blond haired and blue eyed my maternal grandmother is of Choctaw Indian ancestry so I guess I took after my very European, blond haired and blue eyed, daddy. :)

An addicting song.
Also, thank you everyone for the warm comments about my long distance relationship in the last post. They really encouraged me to keep my head up! :)

Monday, October 18, 2010

Love Like A Sunset

A silly boy  ;)

Separated by some thousand miles, I never realized how much I would miss that sullen face. Its been weeks and when I see him again I have a feeling his hands, holding my face, will feel amazing- like a sensation experienced anew all over again. Distraction is a wonderful way of surviving, like a need to find expression or self discovery. Or just listen to this Phoenix song on repeat, and tell me if I'm crazy because for some reason it reminds of all night adventures in Tokyo- like the one I had the night before I left. Such an amazing city, it felt so alive. Exploration of lonely streets saturated by the artificial, in pursuit of our own immortality, a vibrant expression of what it meant to be young.  That's what he and the world do for me. How strange to compare a place and a person. But in both causes I feel infinite.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Rococo

Pandas! So cute!
National Zoo, Washington D.C.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Love Is A Verb


A wonderful cover like a lullaby before bed. :)

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Playing With Fire

 Sometimes I love light leaks...
and sometimes I don't. 

And sometimes I just feel blue because of other things that are out of my control. I hate to use such a cliche metaphor but there are times that I am all too aware of those painful leaks of light in my life. I don't know, I think tonight I'll just pull my covers over my head and hide away from the world.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Only The Young

Look back in silence; the cradle of your whole life. There in the distance, loosing it's greatest pride.
Nothing is easy, nothing is sacred. Why? Where did the bow break? It happened before your time. 

A few self portraits I set up with the help of my boy. I say help, but there is something in how he presses the shutter- he always captures me so well.

The opening lyrics of this Brandon Flowers song remind me of my favorite childhood lullaby.  Something I never really thought about until I listened to this song; it is somehow very soothing to think of the connection between the two.  I doubt this was his intention but its still a comforting thought. I wonder if anyone else can guess which song I'm thinking of?


My current work area, my bedroom floor. And more importantly my new Epson scanner! I am so excited to have it and I'm already in the process of scanning old negatives that I've never had time to scan. Needless to say I am happy at least to be near a window although its difficult to color correct with two opposing light sources. I'm picking up film from my trip in the mountains this afternoon and I can't wait to see the results!

Thursday, October 7, 2010

This River Is Wild

We're both travelers, although she has gone further than I have. And from her travels, she brings back unusual hats to wear when she rides horses across the Egyptian desert.
True story, I couldn't make that up.
It's been years since I have seen the Mississippi River and although it is no exotic desert it still holds a bit of magic. I forget how tiny it can make one feel; how much it reminds me of a younger self- still fascinated with that myth.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Papillon

Views from atop a mountain. So beautiful but unfortunately surrounded by dozens of bees. I wanted to stay longer but the bees had other plans. Tomorrow I head to Vicksburg, a lovey antebellum town located on the Mississippi river. I'm going with a friend to run errands and explore the military parks dedicated to the Civil War. There's even a Union battleship they salvaged from the river! My favorite story tells of a bell that- when removed from the water- had an 150 year old bubble of air rise to the surface.

oh and... 
our new version of Saturday date nights: SKYPE!

Love this acoustic version of Papillon by the Editors.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Never Let Me Go


One of the best things about being home is spending time with my best friend. Over these past four years I have missed her dearly and we are long overdue for some quality time that doesn't consist of the weeks between Thanksgiving or Christmas. With her in London and me in Philadelphia it feels great to be in one place together! 
Here she is my adorable bff!

Friday, October 1, 2010

Crossfire

Our week of bliss is over and reality beckons, I found myself refusing sleep last night. A foolish thought, if nothing more a simple desire to prevent time from advancing. I did not want the morning to come; putting my boy on that plane may just have been the hardest thing I have ever done. I am faced now with my decisions. I do not regret it. Our love is powerful, in such a short time we are ingrained- extensions of one another. I look forward now to nostalgic activities to advance time: old friends, my family, photographing, reading, and those not so old daily phone calls with him. I don't need my boyfriend beside me to feel close to his heart. I occupy every corner of that organ and that is enough.

I'm reconnecting with who I am and I don't need a boy to do that.