I just need to say it/Bright Star.

We fit together so nicely, he and I.

I am often amazed at his love for me. How undivided and pure it is. 

We both come from former mistreating relationships. We both were played with and unloved. So the night we met it was instant. Coming together, we talked endlessly of our silly obsession with Kings of Leon, and my long time love affair with the Decemberists.  About how we both were from small towns, now living in a big city, and how we still loved where we were from even though we couldn't stand to be there for very long. 

It became very evident that there was no just being friends, this was one of those undeniable attractions, like a homing beacon. We were meant to be together, and so we were. I knew that night that I would fall in love with him.

It is wonderful to see him comfortable in his skin- content. It hurts me to think that this boy, with his sweet heart, could ever be hurt the way he was, not by anyone in particular, but by the harshness of life. I can only hope that I can provide the same kind of comfort, protection, and love that he provides for me. And so with one passing glance, between the two of us, both of our sordid histories were wiped clean, deemed unimportant and silly. We are attached at the hip you could say. :)

No matter how cliche love is, I just can't seem to stop writing about it! At least St. Valentine gave me an excuse for today. Happy Valentines Day!

We are both very silly. :)

 

We celebrated the holiday last night, because we're both workaholics and cool kids. We ordered delicious food and watched Bright Star. It was such a beautiful film. It has inspired me to move to England, collect butterflies, wear wistful summer dresses, and be in love.

 

Bright Star

   Please watch this and tell me if you have ever felt this wonderful. I know I have.

overnight.

Overnight by Gonzales.

I'm totally in love. How I wish my life could be expressed like this for I know exactly what this emotion is.

I'm feeling very transparent. A stranger could most likely decode my every emotion just by looking at my face. I can't say I mind too much though. Lets see what the days bring.

 It may be cold outside but his love has put sunny flowers in my heart.

analogue.

Hello from the Children of Planet Earth.

Off to see my boy play this weekend. His band will be playing in his hometown. This weekend should be very interesting. I'm going to have to stop and remind myself to breath. What with work, shows, school, and that silly consumer holiday I don't know how I'll get through it all. I'm pretty sure at least that it will be fun. :)

 So interesting: the ideas of love, language, and the universe are converging in my head.

Carl Sagan and Ann Druyan's Ultimate Mix Tape

 happy valentines weekend.

15 feet of pure white snow.

 

"Everybody knows that you love me baby

Everybody knows that you really do"

You dance and you spin until your head is out of control. Waiting for spring is really hard to do. 

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Heima

A small moment is all that is needed. Its beginning to feel like Mother Nature created this crazy snowstorm just to tell us to slow down, stop, look around, and enjoy life. The entire eastern United States is being impacted. Whether you are sledding down the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art (I did this today), or cuddling up with your true love in a tiny twin size bed (did this too). Life is beautiful. It is full of remarkable moments of generosity and breathtaking simplicity. I am feeling much more content with myself, especially after the previous storm had created a far more tempestuous feeling in my heart.  This storm has calmed me. The entire city has slowed to a halt. As I walked around this afternoon it felt like we had been transported to a much simpler time, when life could be enjoyed and appreciated. I am relaxed, happy, and in love.

I can hear the wind outside and yet it is so quiet. I could stay up all night listening to this stillness. 

I hope everyone is able to expirence this kind of solitude at least once in their life. :)

My love affair with Sigur Ros is always intensified when life is beautiful, and turbulant, like this. Heima is one of the most remarkable pieces of art I have ever seen. It's full of simple moments, beautiful music, and breathtakingly desolate scenery. Iceland is a place I will photograph one day. I have dreams. :)

kodak.

When I see her calm and bland

With her Kodak in her hand

Prepared to take a snapshot, sun or rain,

How my eyes have snapped her face

In its witchery and grace

And have printed it, in color, on my brain.

The Kodak Girl. 

Wonderland.

 Oh snow. I will always hold you in my heart. I have lived in the north for almost four years now, yet every time you fall I feel like part of my childhood dream is coming true. :)

Growing up, I often remember having the air-condition blasting on Thanksgiving Day, or wearing shorts two days before Christmas. How special it was for us when it snowed, how rare. I can count the snow falls in Mississippi on my right hand, they were few and far between, but always special and in my heart. I remember the first time we had enough that I could build a snowman and make a snow angel. I think I was around eleven or twelve. We stayed out all day playing, it was one of the most magical moments of my childhood. 

This weekend was beautiful as well as heartbreaking, but for much more personal reasons. I must remember not to let my fears best me. They are sometimes all too willing to take over when I become emotionally exhausted. The snow was needed. It reminded me to smile. I went out to play in it today after I photographed some for my thesis project, a reward of sorts. This is me and my boy.

  

 love.